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Show EwL all I know is just what I read in the oaneV or what I overhear when papers, o &n&Uy ge(. -rw ' ns me stopped tanking tank-ing for a minute. Had some fun out here at old Uno E Dos Mortgage Mort-gage s Ranch o (first and second sec-ond mortgage Ranch) a couple of Sundays ago. O. 0. Mclntira and Irvin Cobb, and Will Hayes, Bill Hayes wife, and Odd's wife and Irvm's daugruer, (and a bright one too) and this elderly aunt of Odd's I was telling you about last week and Mrs. Billie Burke Zeigfeid. Well to kinder make O. O. and Irvin feel like Paducah, Kentucky, sah, and Galopolis, Ohio, we hitched up a team of big grey mules to a three-seated hack, I took the ribbons, rib-bons, and Cobb said, "There is where you should have been all these years telling those jokes to a span of grey mules." Well never mind what the Chamber Cham-ber of Commerce says, this is at heart a dry mountainous country. I have some dirt roads around our patch, but they are so imbedded up against the mountains side that I really have yet to see anybody derive de-rive any great enjoyment out of driving around em. Take those four Hunter boys that broke the endurance endur-ance record in planes. I took them around there in a Ford, and if they had had parachutes they would have "Bailed Out" on the second turn. We drove up on a kind of a high lookout. Its our local Pikes Peak. Must be at least 400 feet above sea level. (But I have never known the Pacific to be level, never when I was on it.) I pointed out Catalina Island, or where I had seen it the day when there was no fog. I pointed distant screen stars homes out. I just had heard they lived within a mile of where I pointed, but there was no place for anyone to argue with a driver. Then I turned my mules down hill and toward the barn. Like a real old stage coach driver I reached for my side brake. I throwed her on, but she had jarred loose and she dident connect with the wheel. She had been an awful nice hack in "Atmosphere" tied out in a Western street in a movie scene, but she was a litle rusty on mountain moun-tain work. Well when the brakes dident work she commenced going up on these eld mules heels, those single-trees commenced popping em on the hina legs, and they commenced to hit quite a nice gentle loap. Cobb is in the very rear seat, and cant do the coaching that I figured he would be able to aid me with. He is leaning in toward the mountain side at an angle that must a been about horizontal. hori-zontal. Mclntire aint on this excursion, excur-sion, or. he would a busted a spat, but his wife is, and this S2 year-young year-young aunt is sitting up with old Casey Jones Rogers, and having the time of her life. A mighty narrow road, a real drop down side into a deep canyon, down hill, mules picking pick-ing up momentum here and there. Sounds kinder komical now, but not bo hot at the time. I got an awful good boy with me, Buddy Sterling, and I kinder suspicioned when we started out that we might need a pick-up man, so he was along on a good horse. Will H. Hayes was along and also an outrider,' but Bill could only shout encouragement in a case like that. He could have cut anything any-thing he wanted too out of the scene if it had been in a movie, but authority there had to be muscular. Buddy passed us like a streak and picked pick-ed em up. Had to reach over one's neck and bull dog the second one too. We got stopped and lost three customers, Mrs. Rosers. wife of the driver of course, Mrs. Zeigfeid, Zeig-feid, who had never seen anvthing that wild n the Follies, and Mr. Cobb. Said he dident mind staving n, but he dident like to see 'the ladies walk down the hill alone as no telling what leading man mirht attack em. YVe hobbled one hind wheel to the body and went on down 111 enjoyment. Tho old Aunt, Mrs. Hayes, and Mclntire and Mrs. Brodv trv s daughter. I had another, (about ft ten acre patch) that I wanted to sliow em, but I couldent seem to get anybody interested. Well it was a flop. I dident have time to point out a thing, I oonldont Bi. e em a plot of ground and tin owed 1, tho mules. Still tho thin-wascnt thin-wascnt ns bad as It could have been got some, horses that If those old nglo trees started to hit em on the shins. I believe wo would have had some real fun. I Kot tho brake SckerT" ,0k,ns t0r "PW '.JtcXJ,, Sy,.,, ,,,,, . |