The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-09-28

even the attention of royalty,
in charge, and with all Of the
harding riding punchers of the
west, on both sides of the
border, competing, and Miss
Tillie Baldwin, a New York
hairdresser, who has never
seen ranch in her life, is pro-
nounced the champion broncho
buster of the world.
Miss Baldwin, not only won the
championship, but she is said to
have won the heart of a prominent
young Montana catt1eman, whose
attention was attracted, first by her
daring craftsmanship, and after
wards by her good looks, which
means, after all, that Montana cap
tured the championship of the
stampede, by the soft knot of mat
rimony.
Who was the man? Well, mas
much as the formal announcement
of the engagement has not been
made, it cannot be her written. Suf-
flee it to say that he is we'll known
on the ranges of northern Montana.
Besides, the romance of the New
York girl rider and the Montana
cowman is another story.
Fannie Sperry Steele of Montana
and Tom Threepersons of Alberta,
as we'll as all of the famous cow
boys and cowgirls we're there,
champions who had never touched
leather" and who had often ridden
their way into the plaudits of the
multitude, but this little hair dress
err outrode and outgamed them and
snatched the palm of victory away
from the all.
1t was a gruelling contest For
eight days the competitors bestrode
SUGGESTIONS of Unframed outlaws.
Western experts were the judges,
one of them being George Lane,
formerly of Montana, and another
Albert Metzel, one of the cattle
kings of the Centennial valley.
These men know riders, and they
voted Miss Baldwin, who put a sub
stitute to work in her place in the
Broadway beauty parlor in which
she is employed, in order to enter
the contest.
You should have watched Miss
Tillie Baldwin when the cry came
to turn him loose" and her bron-
cho bumped his back and began to
buck. She rode him like a man.
One day she rode Spot, the mean
little mount whose trick is to lash
the ground with his forelegs,
swinging violently from side to
side. Another day it was Glea-
shon, the big mans horse, whose
leap in the air brings all four hoofs
curved in under him and whose ev-
cry contact with the earth means a
bone-racking shock.
Gleashon fell with her once, but
not even then did her hand seek the
saddle. They gave her 95 per cent
for that performance.
Not even High Pockets with his
wildly bucking launches could dis
turb this horsewoman in her seat.
She sat there, lightly balanced,
seemingly as much part of her
horse as the animals own head.
"They're born to it. Means moth
ing to them-no more than riding
in the subway does to you and me-
So the audience treasured itself,
brushing the thought of danger
aside. At times they were right.
Mrs. Fanny Sperry Steele, the hith-
erto unbeaten bronco buster from
Mitchell, Mont, was born to it. But
Mrs. Steele has gone down to de-
feat. And Miss Baldwin?
Cowgirl? I'm no cowgirl" de-
clared the champion. GIVE never
been on a ranch in my life. My pro-
fession is hairdressing, not horse
manship. | never sat on horse
until eight years ago"
And if you meet Miss Baldwin,
you will find it easy to believe her.
She is obviously not from the west
Her curls betray the deft touch
of the coiffeuse. They are arrang-
ed to frame a pink-and-white com
plexion which contrasts forcibly
with the freckled faces of her COM
petitors. She dresses in black,
something trim and tight-fitting
to show off the lines of a we'll
rounded figure. Her voice lacks
the western drawl, and her vocabu-