Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-09-23
Return Of the COlcman's
Son

ou re neil OF "a COWruhn, YOU II
You with your russet shoes!
How would you look a~straddle OF
Roman-nosed cayuse.
Where would you be in a roundup or
mix with the greaser. say!
Where is the boy 1 loved so. the
feller / sent away?
lie had some style about him? He
was n boy, all thrul
But he went away to college-and
the college has sent back you!
should have brung you a go-cart'
not real hoss to ride
/ spose you are Gods rebuke' for
me totin' too damned much
Pride
For l was plum proud of you. and l
grieved when you went away;
/ couldn't say half the things that
| had in my heart to say
What is that thing you're wearin'
A wrist watch? Holy cats!
And what are them white things on
you-what is 1t you call EN-?
Spats
And why are your pants so tight. and
and why don't they reach your
Gee. But you would play hell on
the back Of a wild eayuse,
And when your poor mother sees you
climb onto your hosS and ride!
Don't you see the town folks
lOokin? Come on an let's get
inside!
II we had Of stood much longer some
one would have laughed and
I'd have to started somethin l
couldn't undo again;
For you are my son, God help me!
And no one may laugh at you
An not have your father call him
This place We are comm TO
It's where that there young teacher
was caught by greaser band
Oh, well. we won't talk about it-I
guess you can't understand
How a real herman gets {eelin'-Hold
up! What IS that ahead?
It's the same band ridin' for us!
Cod! Look at 'em ride and
spread!
Your hoss hasn't had no load an he's
fresh as he started out
Don't ever take time to look when
you have him turned about,
But ride like hell for town, and get
out the posse. quick
Tell them to make the river to head
off the gang! I'll stick!
ahead of that rush. nohow;
An I never turned my back on the
greaser, an will not now
When It's safe and the fight Is over
come back where We are. and by
The greasers I've sent to hell you'll
see how a man can die!
Tell your mother I thot about her.
and-give him the spurs and
ride! y
Don't you see they are cuttin'
round us! oh, God! With a he
man I'd
Rid thru 'em like hell a-poppin'-
Go on! Make yer getaway!
What's that you are sayin' to me-
Made up your mind to stay!
Shoot your hoss. then! Shoot him!
Shoot him Here. let me! That's
how!
That's it. Get down behind him!
Now for my own hoss! Now
What's that you are handlin' that
way, and holdin' so tight-my
That one o. them automatics-I've
heard o. that kind o. gun.
/ wonder If you can use it-By jolly,
you got that cuss!
Your mother, when they have
found US, you bet she'll be proud
of u.s.
I'm strong for the old sixgun, Son
Pshaw, that was a little high!
! guess they have got your father
seems like a broken thigh
You got that ones hoss that time
| and-I got the rider-dead!
Sayi We will be riding hellward
with half of that band ahead!
I wish that your ma could see us
you got himi You got him-she
If she could see us right now would
| be proud of her boy and me!
What's that! We amt got 'em run
| min! The posse? And just ir
time!
! guess they will have to tote me
amt in no shape to climb
A hoss. But, Son; ride by me! Tn
| proud of you, The Lord has
given us a son!
| And IL the clothes you are wearin
an the spats you have on, suit
| you
I'm for 'em from hell to breakfast
| and I'm for the wrist watch. too
And the boys that is ridin' for u:
| has got to outfit like that,
| With spats and with skin-tigh
| breeches. and wrist watch an
| dinky hat!
Judd Mortimer Lewis in the Hous
ton Post.