The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-08-28
TEDDY GL0RIES
IN VESTS LIFE
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continued from rage on6s
the country f1attened and the prairies
commenced to tinge with wilder life,
the colonel took on the changes grace
fully as a ptarmlgan docs at the be-
ginning of winter. 1t is this faculty
he has of being just the man for the
place that pleases the masses so. Con
frontcd by a mixed mass, he stands
alone as one Theodore Roosevelt, the
pie. That he possesses the personality
with the power of a Napoleon, is Ger
tain.
An cid; old woman, tottering under
the weight of So years, said to her
grandchild at Cleveland: "Well, 1 saw
him perfectly. Now l am satisfied as
L didn' calculate on hearing word. -
AT another stop some girls were so
hilarious over having shaken his hand
that young men were trading on the
handshake, getting it second hand from
blushing girls. These were only pass
ing Incidents noticed in the throngs
that cheered the man, who the little
and big bosses of New York state tried
to rope and tie by the aid Of the vice
president Of the United States who by
the way, seems now to be trying to
find the present address Of DR.. Cook.
There was one noticeable question
yelled from every frantic crowd:
"How about 19l29'
Not Joking Matter.
The colonel gave way to laughter at
most all of these blunt questions and
passed them off as Joke. But with the
masses 1T was serious question and
finally he replied that it was too serious
for his consideration at the present
moment.
One of the noteworthy changes as the
trip progressed was the difference In
the tone OF applause the farther west
we got The nearer we got to Wyoming
the sharper the shouts became until
here they rang like yelps instead of
cheers The natural voice of the east
had given way to the sharp, high
pitched barks of tho plains of the
west.
To describe the reception at Cheyenne
would be TO review all OF the wilder
west of the past twenty years. Every
thing was set In the natural stage eX-
cept tho buffalo and he was even rep
resented by his skull. We of the other
world thought the cowboy and plains
man with the Indian had gone but that
is not literally the case. He had gone
but gone from all other places to
Cheyenne, it seemed to us.
Revives the Old Days.
Picture all Of the west that remains
meeting at n gwen point to celebrate
their old ideals, then you have n con-
ception Of the scene rs 1T existed here
today. 1t was the parade of the wild
pictures of the late Frederick Reming
ton. 1t was as though his models were
men who had left their fame to en-
dure for all time. No wonder it in
spired Theodore Roosevelt TO praise the
work Of Remington and deplore his
loss. A monument to his memory is
all too slight recognition of the
painter of the west, What n day! Who,
having seen it, could ever forget lt9
From the Pacific came pioneers of '49
and 80 to see and hear n man from the
north, south. east and west. They had
driven and ridden and even walked. In"
dians and their squaws even were pres.
ent, United States army Officers of
every rank, cowboys of every shade and
cayuses and bronchos of every color
(buckers), and of every brand. These
were horses that bawled like cattle and
cattle that galloped like gaZelles. There
was q speech that rang with sincerity
and a vast multitude of men, women
and children that devourcd every word.
Dust from the fitting hoofs of COWS
cry and hung like curtains from the sky,
The Iariat took the place Of cane;
spurs jingled instead of loose change
and the sounds that rose from the mass
of seething humanity seemed to mold
into one core of greeting to Colonel
Theodore Roosevelt, the wcsterncr. 1t
was one great day for one man. it
was one great big show fully worth
the powder, Bronchos bucl1ed so hard
they seemed to jar the plains. steers
were roped so quickly that it looked to
be automatic 1t was the one show that
came up to the street parade and post.
ers. They called it "the annual round
up, - and it surely was