Weekly journal-miner., 1922-07-05


 new place. Then he repeated the last two bars aided along by the spurs of Billy Clark who tipped Ialarmingly but stuck. Alimony Blues failed to write out much Of check for Barney Hinds but the latter put up a hy-iu ride The next explosion was Ed Hamblin and the Twin Beds Ed tried first one bed and then the other, finally selecting a soft spot in the middle of the best one and remained there for a good ride. The duel between R. Thomas and Darned If I Do degenerated into a sort of steeple chase and wound up by put ting R. over the fence after his ride was finished.
 Announcer Pardee then told the customers that the next event would be an Orojana race to determine just who is the biggest COW thief in the southwest. Twenty-one ropers came out to contest for the title and a lone steer was released about half a block ahead of 'em all. The ropers then lit ill after the supposed maverick From out the tangle of ropes and riders there issued Van Dickson rampant Winnerl
 In the worlds championship bronc riding Bill Whealdon, the clown, got Ia hollow ground, self stropping razorback which started out to shave Billy off. Billy honed him both ways and then took him to the ground for a box of polish. Later Billy was given another mount and rode him for a goal. Rodriguez took his pony back to the corrals, cuffing him all the way. Yaqui's horse bucked awhile, pitched some and then stood up like a pet pup beg ging for a T-bone Good ride. The next crate of poison gas was sup piled by Harry Henderson who ship bed out on Vinegaroan in a potent manner. John Taylor issued out with his spurs singing around in the pleural regions of She Rolls Her Own.
 The most watched for affair was that of Ritchie Lewis, present worlds champion, who came up to the breakfast table for his dish of Grapenuts. The champ is handi- capped by a spinal injury received in the contest at Wickenburg more than year ago. He was willing and so was his mount Moonlight Jim Stanford came out of the shade and mounted a hot little pitching machine named Sunshine Sunshine sure rattled on the roof but Stanford just went him one better and rode safe as a ghost at a colored picnic. The next couple was from the dude hotel at Castle Hot. Lawton Cham pie wanted to see if his saddle was really the demountable rimmy it ap- .peared to be in the wild horse race t'other day. He hood Dry Farmer in a well cultivated ride.
 In here Lester tried to inject a few remarks via the megaphone but sounded like a Digger Indian with congested lungs so whatever he said deponent sayeth not. Anyhow, Boss, something happened. Doc Pardee then climbed over the wheel into the Chuckwagon, took the reins and threw off the brake He let Ter go clean. to the bottom of the hill, tromping on the dashboard all the way. Jim Davis got that anarchy Bolshevik and showed him plainly that bolshevists areSnot welcome in Prescotty. Tom Cook and Hellydid failed to function. Slim Riley under took to unscramble the Fried Eggs with considerable success.
 Then came the wild hoss race. Boss, I just know there's no use of me looking up any more words in that encyclopedia Thirty-seven cow boys saddled g fuzzy broncs and rode 'em one and all in one grand, final concert Dust rose in clouds. Hoofs thudded on the ground and wild riders whooped in the air. Win dows in Jerome rattled, boards fell from the fences and the seismograph in Hong Kong was wrecked. Thus ended the second day. And, say, Boss, that wasn't pop in that bottle. ETRET GND MIN K