White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-01-30
COW PUNCHER, MINER,
GAMBLER, BEEF BARON
MAN WHO STAGED JEFTRIES-
JOHNSON RATTLE IN 1910 PRE-
PARED TO BACK BOUT BE
TWEEN MORAN AND WILLARD.

TEX" Rickard, well known In this
section, interested in many business
esterprises here, and always consid-
cred one of our townsmen, notwith-
standing the fact that his many in
terests have kept him from his home
for some months past, is again very
much in the limelight of the world
An interesting story of the adven-
turous career of our neighbor, who,
with Mrs. Rickard, is now at the
Waldorf in New York. is told in the
! Democrat and Chronicle of Roch-
ester, New York, and, like a fairy
story 1t says:
Two mighty interesting characters
are the men seeking to promote q
battle in New York between Jess
Willard and Frank Moran-Sam Nc
Cracken, general manager for Ring
ling Brothers of circus fame, and Tex
Rickard, South America beef baron.
Each has done things. Each is big
and broad and cosmopolitan, writes
George B. Underwood in the New
York Press. For twenty years much
of McCrackens life has been spent
in circus tents and in his business of
directing the Ringing enterprises.
Sam has travelled over all quarters
of the globe. He is at home in every
capital of the world.
But Rickard-his has been the
truly adventurous career!
There are pages from Richards
life that would equal the most thrill
ing fiction ever turned out by q Rex
Beach or Jack London. He has live
ed things as most people only see or
know of in books.
An ordinary observer, meeting
Rickard in the corridors of the Wal
dorf, where he has a handsome suite
of rooms and makes his home when
in New York, would see little in the
suave, soft spoken, faultlessly, but
sedately attired business man, to hint
of wild, free past And mighty
exciting present, too.
Meeting him in Peacock ally and
hazarding first guess on his voca-
tion, wall Street would be the
first thing that would come to mind.
And one wouldn't be SO far away
from the truth, at that, for as repre-
former New York assemblyman, who
now is the railroad Croesus of South
America, and of several English cap
italists. Rickard has to spend much
of his time down in the district where
finance reigns and they think in
millions.
Well groomed, quietly dressed and
quiet spoken, courteous. affable, Tex
Rickard would strike one as typi-
cal New York broker But look a
little closer. There is a bronze to his
skin that could not have been gained
in the canyons of the Wall Street
district.
That leathery tan is the brand of
scorching desert suns and biting
Northern blasts. Those crows feet
and finely drawn lines about the
eyes come from squirting over shim-
mering Arizona sands and glaring
Alaska SHOWS. See that long, lean,
bull terrier jaw, the thin-lipped.
straight-lined mouth and the blush
gray eyes as steady as the stars that
have looked down on him as he slept,
wrapped in blanket, on the pampas
of South America.
Tex Rickard has punched cows in
Texas. He has gambled from both
sides of the table in Arizona, New
Mexico, and Nevada. He has pros
pected and mined in Alaska, and
just now he is the owner of South
American ranch that is almost as big
as the state of New Jersey. Down in
the Chaco country on the borders of
Paraguay and the Argentine Repub-
lie, it lies, and over it's 100000
acres more than $4,000 head of cattle
are grazing.
The man who once punched cows
for thirty per and found down on the
Panhandle now is an Argentina beef
baron. whose herds are thousands
and whose grazing lands cover an
area that takes months to ride over.
That's who this broker-looking
man quietly strolling through Pea
cock alley Is.
Rickard has spent most of his life
in the far places and with men with
thebark on. But he Is just as much
at home in q Fifth avenue hostelry
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