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Show Out Where the West Never Changes Some of tlio tourisLs from the oust this .summer are ex-prossii'.K ex-prossii'.K disappointment over the lack of cowboys, rattlesnakes, rattle-snakes, stai;e coaches, pi.stul battles and rampaging Indians in our fair (and warmer) city. The general eastern idea of the west is a land of deserts, intersected by gulches in which red-slurted miners pan dismally dis-mally for gout, wliile leai.liered braves take potshots at them from the hills around. livery 20 minutes a troupe of wild cowboys gallops by, caroling "Holl on, little doggies, roll on!" And see! in yonder caijin door stands Bessie,-the Frame Flower, 111 her gingham gown, sobbing while the eastern schoolma'am vamps Broncho Med, the best cow-buster on the okl Chishoim trail. We once showed a Pittsburgh man a picture of the main stem in this city. He looked at it for a minute. ''Heck !" he said, "you've got paving, huh?" j "Oh, yeah," we said, "anci electric lights, telephone and old Doc Holliday's thinking of importing one of these here automobiles if he can get a jerkline outfit to snake it over the Kockies for him." What the west ought to do, instead of blushing at eastern east-ern conceptions of itself, is give the east what it wants and enlist the services of citizens to impersonate the old heroes of the frontier, around the depot. . When that happens we want the pleasure of shooting the spats off a New York dude. Bum' if we ain't wanted to do that for years and here's a chance! |