Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-05-10
JEN, A RANCH GIRLS, LETTER.
Comment on the Beef Supply of the
World, and Falling OF in
Weights - Newsy Notes
From the Range.
4 RANCH GIRLS LETTER.

DEAR NELL:
You abominable crittcr
Have YOU given the shake to Door Jen.S
I've waited a month for . letter
But nevera scratch OF your pen.
gu said when you left for that college
You Il write me most every day,
But guess your wild chase after knowledge
Has busted the deal on that play
And how do you like il az VaSSar&
Does il tit The bright picture you'd drawn?
When your teacher gets cross do you sass her
As we used TO sass Pedagogue Vaughn:
Do you ever get lonesome, old grille,
And wish Yourself back on the ranch,
\ flirting with Navajo Curley,
Or cirrling the herd on Comanch:
Frank Taylor was here on the roundup,
And looking remarkably well:
His every hope seems 10 be bound up
In feminine piece they call Nell
He said il some tenderfOot torment
Should endeavor TO monkey round YOU,
HE'D camp on the trail of the rarrnint
And do him up PREY d. q.
We mad a big dance down al Brady's.
And YOU can just gamble your pile
That all OF US Rio Grande ladies
Were logged out in elegant style.
Pie boys were as daShing as ever
My Teller was really sublime
And Us true as I'm living l never
Struck the trail Of iollier time.
Along towards morning Bill Pinto
The foreman OF Weatherby's ranch.
And big Texas Harry got into
y scrap about Mexican Blanche.
Old Pint made gun play, but Harry
Cot his work in bit in advance
And gave him 4 bullet 10 carry, -
As i ''mento, he said ''of the dance"
Jim Jones from the Pecos was over
Last Saturday. hunting some stock
And. as usual. his mouthpiece stopped over
With his senseleSS and gaseous talk.
II he thinks lie ear make IN impression
On me with his DabooniSh face.
He i somewhat behind the procession.
And had better drop out OF the race.
Kate Murray has got new bonnet
\ present from Oregon Moore
With stuffed Jay bird perChing upon it Z.
And ribbons and feathers galore
Her style when she's logged up would blind
you;
She thinks we're all laid in the shade,
But. on the dead square. she'd remind you
OF :: Navajo out on raid.
The yearly affair de McNeelv
Came promptly on time, but the squat"
Has got such = chestnut il really
Attracted no notice nj ali.
One would think the McNeelys have striven q
For the acme OF family joy
This one l believe q No. {,
And, aS usual, bouncing big boy.
Belle Vance is engaged 10 Tom Evans.
At least so the tongue waggers say.
l hope II not true, for great heavens, =
lie : sixty. and WrlnkleG and gray.
He has a good ranch lots of cattle,
And his bank boolla story could tell.
And If was bit on the tattle,
s I'd say that has Influenced Belle.
Bronco Pete has joined the church, and is
trying
To lead quite different life.
Though the wicked ones say he's but ewing
The orthodox herd for wife.
/ think the poor fellow is playing
Dead square in the game, but old pal.
It rocky trail, and there's no saying
How soon he'll be full OF meSc3l.
I think can now see Your Highness,
logged out every day in your best.
Cultivat.1g a maiden ShyneSS
That never would thrive in the West.
! suppose now you ride a side saddle,
And the bare thought your coyness annoys,
or you and I riding astraddle
And chasing wild steers with the boys.
However. l see in the papers
That the girls ride that way in the states.
And cut up all manner Of caperS,
olotheSpinned on their fancy ''crowbaitS.''
Being one OF the most recent changes
In frivolous fashions gay ranks,
presume wild girl from the ranges
Taught the trick TO society cranks
Wen. well, such is, iife-some must rough it
In homespun and weather tanned face
While others life s pillows can buffet
In diamonds and silks and old lace.
The bell of Time rings many changes.
But you Just bet your hosiery. Nell
That the jolly girls here on the ranges
Don't envy the tenderfoot belle.
l expect you'll come back from that college
As proud an olden time queen.
Your head almost bursting with knowledge,
Your tongue trained talking machine.
The crocodile tears nearly blind ne
As the fearful prediction pen
But come as you may, YOU will find me
The same gay Old Hottentot-
JEN.
--lCapt- Jack Crowford, The Poet Scout