The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-02-13
In the oil Fields


terested hut who ever rnn know
what this we'll means to me?
l gave 30 my name. u Ia q thing
of my creation. II means, not my
future, because I could rlgo above
mere disappointment. should II be
less than I anticipate. 10 means q
great hope prophecy that may be
fulfilled soon.
The shadows ar, growing a tim"
longer now. and the sun m becoming
red. Yondcr Is the place whore n
uips IN its u!p 10 china! DO they
have wells ln china Gould .
Chinamau. with his immobilo fea-
turcs ever get thrill out " q new
born Eushcr?
My thoughts keep calling this .
Rushcr. no me. n ~ not vel. =
well is q place IKE the one Martha
wont 10 with her pitcher. This ~
an ocean ~ oil or should be cut
mo ribbons and fed from u reel
that never stops revolving.
NhDt sonscir-. things people do
Say when ficv are tense. They for
get mort of thoir worries They ct
tempt tu appear calm, but every ono
who looks a. them knows that
they're not
Roy Allison ls saying something to
me now. Both he and are watching
Monk, the drillcr Monks face
thnwcd out n little and something
resembling q smile lifted across H.
Maybe Monk hnd Just thought OF n
story he had heard some time or
other.
walk around and watch some
workm"n putting mp posts on either
side OF ;he derrick. I call I'D Rosa
and ask him what they are are for.
Tho well might not come In III
night" hc Rays "nnd 40 wen place
clusters " electric lamps on top Of
those posts and pat reflcCtors back
of the lambs. ! don't Ike hot wires |
around a hurricane of oili"
Thoughtful Ed wonder how |
many persons appreciate the far
thinking power OF brain like hts
in the great book OF the knowledge |
Of cilla
The sun Is growing redder and |
sinking lower now. After nil, time |
IL passing. and the bailor is going |
deeper 10 get Its drink.
I'D has Just sent man TO the |
bunkhouso TO fetch three sllckers. |
IIo and his buddios are not going to |
be bnthed In oil. They don the gar
ments---looking for all the world |
like fishermen of Marblohead, ready |
10 sail for the great banks through |
heavy sea.
Ed has called 10 the boys In |
charge OF the two batteries Of boil |
ers.
when signal--llke thls-shut |
off the fuel oil, and sand back!" Ed |
wigwags his arms.
And there is another smile on
Monks serious face. This time |
learn its cause. The baller has |
brought up u few bubbles OF gas.
But still the bailcr rides up and
down--trying to empty n tube three
fIfths of n mile In length.
Ed comes over To us, and demands
that we put out our cigars pipes,
cigarets and stamp on the fire, We
obey.
Now" says Rosa, give me your
matches. There's no telling what
man might do when a wells blowing
I'M"
once more we obey. We are glad
TO get rid OF them.
TN fifteen minutes" says Ed,
matter OF -fact-llke. shell be I'M"
It's like saying, ''ln fifteen minutes
the child viii live or die. The crisis |
IL being passed now"
We move toward the derrick, but |
Ed waves us hack, No profane feet |
shall trcsd that derrick floor In this |
hour OF hallowed glory. That Is the |
stage OF the star performers The |
balance of us must be content with !
our boxseats.
Monk is smiling broadly now, and |
the sun In growing rodder.
Out OF the depths Of the drill |
hole comes wheezy cough. The !
giant Is waking up.
Hut the baller continues 60 move |
up and down.
Five minutes have passed--nnd !
another groan comes--and the |
moaning In followed by n deeper tone
of thunder. We are being warned
by the spirit of petroleum that great
things are afoot, and we,feel por-
tents OF an event about to transpire.
There is more oil In the bailer
now. and the gas bubbles have in
creased.
The Kissing grows louder and con-
tlnues over more seconds.
Then Ed waves to the men at the
boilers, and the fires 30 out. There's
ample steam to complete the opera
tions
Ma" Rosa Ia standing near me.
She II watching intently. What is
about to occur means much 20 her.
How many oil men are privileged
W hHn'I III lhlkHNN kuhnlnb Wtil
Few In any generation.
The bailer has gone down again.
Ten minutes have passed since Ed
told MS when the big moment would
arrive.
But this time column OF muddy
water beats the bailcr out OF the
casingheadl
The bailer has made it's last tripl
Another column arises--slowly---
perhaps twenty feet In height, as
though n waking giant were tossing
aside a blanket of great weight.
The water has settled down; out
OF the hole comes the voice OF the
million thunders---and from the cas-
iughcad "a great dun column arises
forty feet above the crownblock.
li,c well Is cleaning itself out!
The canopy OF water ls spraying
over the lease--and then a new color
appears--a fine, gossamer sheen
grcets our eyes, and through it---as
II HITS high above the derriCk--the
red sun has sent It's welcome kiss.
There is yellow, and red. and orange,
and Ereen--nn the prismatic beauty
OF the rainbow, arched with it's
tabled end resting in the pillar OF
1i, and that end. with It's pot OF
gold, almost beneath our feet.
"Ohl" Ma Rosa cries, III IL golden.
Sec ~ Look at the rainbow"