The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-02-08
RODE A BRONCHO
TO RAISE THE WIND
Lengths Which Newspaper Men VIII Go
to Get a Story.

The average newspaper man will en-
dure toll, face danger and surmount diff
culties to furnish readable copy of which
the public knows little Here is a story
told by New York newspaper man who
was down on his luclz'' and willing to do
wage In almost any desperate enterprise
"it don't mean that we are willing to do
all these things for the benefit Of the
dear public, because we expect money
as well as satisfaction, but can tell you
of one instance when 1 made quite a sac
rifice and didn't draw a check for it
either.
THE summer is always bit dull for us
in the metropolis. and some Of US who
make the pictures have to do some close
figuring. l was out of a job when Buff
falo Bills Wild West show came to town,
and went around to one of the Sunday
editors and made suggestion for a
story. 1 told him I would go out and try
to ride one of Buffalo Bills bucking steeds
and write it up. l had it all planned out,
headlines and all. something like this:
The world as seen from the hurricane
deck of a brOncho.' / made pretty stiff
talk to the editor, for 1 needed the money.
but he merely gave me the laugh, and
told me the story was no good and even
if it was 1 couldn't hang on to the bron-
cho. I went out of the office determined
to try my luck at riding, and thought
might get a sufficient amount of interest
ing matter to sell the story somewhere
else. 1 went out to the show grounds
and in q tent back Of the arena came
across lot of the show hands dressed
up like cowboys. 1 told them l was a
newspaper man, and stated my case, tell
ing them 1 wanted to tackle one Of their
bucking horses. I had spent two years
in the West and felt able to stick onto
pretty nearly anything in the line OF
1.-The cowboys looked at one another
and Winked. Then they told me they could
| accommodate me if I was in earnest. ]
told them that had made the proposition
on the level and they brought out an
| bridled him. 1 watched the brute care
fully. He stood there very Quietly-too
quietly, in fact. His ears were tilted
slightly back and his tail moved with
said to myself, and I was not mistaken.
The cowboy who was holding the horse
by the head told me to get on. I grabbed
the bride rein and made a flying leap,
for knew the broncho would get under
way Immediately. The cowboy turned his
head loose before l could get my feet
into the stirrups and away we. went The
beast made few angular jumps and
then started to bucking. He was q won
der and the way he arched his back was
worthy of tom cat. He came down stiff
legged on his four feet like piledriver.
l could not regain my stirrup. I was too
busy to think about it. 1 tried to pull UP
his head to keep him from bucking Sc
| much, but before | could do it he made
one wild leap in the air, came down SC
hard that I felt my back teeth jar loose
and then he made another jump and j
tumbIed. I lit on my shoulder and j
thought had been killed
1.-The cowboys came running up to me
and l did not let them know I had been
| hurt. 1 then asked for another horse
| owning up to the fact that the roam was
too much for me. They brought out a
black one, which I had seen them riding
in several performances. 1 knew his
style of bucking and hung on 10 him long
| enough to satisfy them that I was not
exactly tenderfoot. After my perform
| and they told me the roam was the tough
est proposition they had in the outfit ]
went to bed as soon as 1 got home and il
Kept my wife busy for several days at
| tending to my shoulder which had turned
| purple from the bruises. When l went
around to the various newspaper offices
| offer1ng my story with Illustrations it was
! turned down so fatty that 1 concluded
| that personal sacrifice did not pay in the
newspaper business"