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Show INDIAN VIEWS By Ihe Old Timer There ain't noting I like better than to sit down and have a talk with my friends. Seems as though we can settle the problems prob-lems bothering the world in jig time around a fire in the winter time. Howsomcver, there's one thing I don't hold with many old-timers old-timers and that's when they say this here younger generation is headed clear road for perdition. Seems as though when your blood cools down and you are hanging on the limb all withered and dried just waiting to drop off and make way for the new crop, that you kinda figger that new crop ain't worth a dern and ain't got the stuff you had in your day. Well, anyone watching them pert-faced youngsters trailing trail-ing to school any morning and watching how they act and all, can see that it is plumb safe to leave the world in their hands. I ain't worrying none. Give the youngsters a pat on the back and they'll sure come through. I saw some mighty fine Indian youngsters up to Whitcrocks the other day when I was visiting the Whiterocks Indian school. Say they was sure a lively looking look-ing bunch. And I knowing their daddy's and their folks way back could sure spot to what families they belonged. I sat in one of the classes and listened to what they was doing and looked at samples of their work and talked to their teachers and I kinda cottoned cot-toned to the way they run it and leach them even in spite of language lan-guage troubles. Mr. Showaltcr rides herd on the bunch up there, being's as how he's kinda straw bossing the outfit under Mr. Stone, and he has his hands full in these days of shortages of everything including money. I run a lot of outfits in my time, but I sure don't want to take on the job of ramrodding that outfit. out-fit. Hats off to Bill Showaltcr, says I! That fine old couple, the Jer-marks Jer-marks ,done went into the turnout turn-out pasture for keeps over to the. Fort. Mr. Jermarks is one of the old-line Superintendents, having entered the service of the government gov-ernment some 47 years ago come next February and Mrs. Jermark completed 27 years in the Indian Service. That adds up to three-quarters three-quarters of a century in the Indian In-dian Service and that sure is a long time. They had a mighty nice reception for them last Sunday Sun-day night at the Jim Nevins home and held open house for all their friends to meet with them once more. Mighty nice people and mighty interesting talking of the old days in the Service and all. It's the Indian Service loss and I says, "Hail and Fairwell to the Jermarks." ' Was talking to Barlow Harris the other day, his name is also Young Henry Harris, but he ain't so young any more and anyway he still is Barlow to his friends. He's a typical old line cow hazcr and a mighty fine cattle man he is. He's always willing to ride range and circle with any of his friends. Old Henry went on to the big range last summer and left a mighty large hole in the hearts of his many friends. Young Henry is a real Harris and has a mighty fine herd of cattle to carry on with. The Missus is calling me to dinner and I gotta hurry along, so I'll be seeing of you next week for another visit. |