Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1920-07-09
SWORE BY TEDDY
Yellowstone Park Rangers With
Roosevelt to a Man.
coloneI's Characteristic Greeting OF
Down-and- Outer, Whom He Had
Known in Happier Days, Is
Still Remembered.

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OF the few out-of-seaSun visits paid
to the Yellowstone, that of Colonel
Roosevelt, who, when president, spent
"a days of the late winter of 1903
there. has the most prominent page in
the annals of the Spread-Eagle rangers.
He found the scouts, then serving as
chaperons for luCkless cavalry troop
ers and doing their own work besides,
to be men after his own heart, and did
not hesitate to say so. Before he had
been in the park week every ranger
was swearing by him.
Anybody know the whereabouts of
one William Jones2" was one of the
colonel's early inquiries.
Jim Mcbride, the present chief
ranger, who was then assistant chief
of the park scouts under the late Buff
falo Jones' knew Bill Jones, wood
chopper and ne'er-do-welI, chiefly re-
markable for an Unsuitable thirst and
a knack Of ministering to 1t In bone
dry park. He was about the last man
In the Rockies for whom president of
the United States would be expected
to inquire.
'Blll put me into Office once" said
Roosevelt. 81 want to see him, drunk
or sober"
He further explained that the dere-
iict had been sheriff during his own
days as a ranchman and had made him
a deputy In horsethief posse.
ut took three days to find that old
horned toad and bring him in," said
Mcbride, In recalling the incident,
''but Just to listen in at the colonel's
hearty greeting of that down-andout-
er was pay in full.
"'Well, Ted, you got a right swell
job since l seen you last Jones re-
marked when they had exchanged
hOw'd'ye-do's; but that needn't stand
between friends-I got something on
my hip
Colonel Roosevelt didn't partake.
but he did spend the best part of an
hour swapping yarns of the days when
Bill was white man and sheriff Of
his county. The woodchopper tried to
buck up after his talk with the preSi-
dent, but 1t wasn't to be done. The
next winter we found him dead in the
brush over on Bear creek.
THE colonel was enthusiastic over
the sport of ski running, and was
something of performer on the slabs
himself. for novice. He strapped his
feet into them as often as opportunity
offered. One morning on slide near
the Canon hotel he broke one ski and
came heavy cropper.
1.-The government has fallen at
last! he cried with molar showing
grin, as l coasted down to help un-
tangle living president and pair
of dead sticks.
He was looking at the wreck he
had made of the hickory slabs when
Capt John Pitcher of the First cav
airy then in command of the park, ar
rived.
Have you plenty of theseY Teddy
said.
only Il few pairs, and they are
the property of the interior depart
ment," replied the officer.
In less than three weeks there came
2 rush shipment of hundred pairs.
Next afternoon the president chat
ien4ed me 10 a race on SNOW shoes
from Canyon to Mammoth, a distance
of thirY-one miles Those with him
decided that the trip would be an un.
wise strain upon hun and began TO
argue against his attempting IT, lie
GOT me to one side after a while and
whispered:
Wen LEI them talk, Mcbride. Just
you stick around until midnight
They'll be asleep then, and Wen hit
the trailr
III took Harry w Child and Cap
tain Pitcher two hours to talk him out
Of That lie wasn't at all pleased al
having to veto his own plan for
ecret departure ''-Ethel and james
Dorrance in Munsey's Magazine.