The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1922-10-15

- something over 1000 inhabi-
tants. But on the morning we
picked to arrive it wasn't normal.
It's population had increased about
five times almost over night. 1t was
the season of the Roundup.
Now the Roundup is to Pendleton
just about what the earthquake-ex-
cuse us. we mean fire-was TO San
Francisco. 1t joggles the town to'its
foundations. We were shaken with
the rest. We can remember distinctly
shaking several times for something
or other, so if this narrative isn't as
clear in spots as it should be 1t is due
TO the surroundings.
But perhaps you don't know where
Pendleton is. Get out your map and
run a finger northward from New
York until you come to Montreal.
Then proceed due west, through
Cheboygan, Mich, Wabane, Wis,
St. Cloud, Mimi. Aberdeen. S. D.,
Sheridan. Mont, and Florence, Idaho,
until you cross the eastern border OF
Oregon. There. midway between the
Umatilla Mountains and the Columbia
River, you will find the town of
Pendleton Mark it with cross, for
it is one of the few places where the
old West makes its last stand.
In Pendleton the manufacturing of
eastern Oregon centers. For this
reason 1t is far buster than the aver
age town OF its size. Beyond its mills
and factories the lovely Umatilla
Valley rises and runs to meet the hills
where once countless cattle grazed
For this in the early days was q cattle
country. although now its rolling sur
face is mostly given over to the rails
ing of wheat, with occasional fields of
alfalfa and what grazing lands remain
furnishing contrasts OF color
Pendleton outwardly is much like
any other place of it's dimensions! It
has it's Main street. its large white
hotel, it's high school, it's station and
its stores and shops, where may be
found tractors and plows from Indiana
and Illinois, silks from Connecticut
and suits, shirts and collars such as
may be seen in all mediums of ma
tional advertising.
Z But, as we have said before, this
was no ordinary occasion. Main street
was gay with streamers and flags and
its sidewalks were as crowded with
humanity as those of Fifth avenue
during a parade. The hotel was so
filed with customers that 1t bulged
like the winner of a pie eating con-
test and we strongly suspect that
mo tel ell IN, he iv6
the billiard halls and even in the
churches Private houses were
crowded with guests. sleeping cars
stood on the sidings and on the out
skirts of the town were many tents
beside those which sheltered the IN
dams who had come in for the big
show. Store windows now were gar
'nished with Stetson hats, gayly col
ored silk shirts and handkerchiefs and
velvet vests. The chief leather store
of the town displayed the s4o0 saddles
offered for the riding and roping
championships Of the world. They
we're beautiful pieces of work and the
winners certainly earned them.
The Roundup Not Like
Familiar Wild West Shows
The Roundup begins on the Thurs
day in the third week of every Sep
TENDER and runs through to Saturday
night. We arrived on Friday. In the
party were Mr.. and Mrs. George
Palmer Putnam, Ruth Hale, Wallace
Irwin, Frederick O'Brien, George S.
Chappell, Charles Hanson Towne,
John Held, Jr: Hubbard Hutchinson
and the writer of these lines. We
were piloted to Pendleton by William
McMurray, really the originator of
the trip; Dan Spencer and Jimmy
Hicks. all officials of the Union Pacific
Railroad. We had come thousands of
miles to see this Roundup. None Of us
had ever seen it before, but we had
seen Wild West shows in the East
and thought we knew what TO expect.
We never were more mistaken in our
lives
1t. wasn't that none Of us had been,
in the West before. Some of us had.
George Putnam as a youngster had
been secretary to a Western Governor.
Wallace Irwin was n deputy sheriff
at Cripple Creek the night the town
DuTIeut diAuOutFl IL you lAhu AdhtH a.
good look at him in the golf suit which
he purchased In London you never
would have believed II. Wallace al
most shot colonel and two aids that
night, MISLEADING them for hooters, and
mas been somewhat ttmld about fire.
arms ever since. But It seemed as II
WE had forgotten what Western people
we're like and what Western hospi-
taIity could be. And we certainly
knew nothing about the Roundup.
Never seen the Roundup? Well,
then. you amt seen nothin' and you
don't know nothin'," said Jodo Strand.
paraphrasing the we'll known remarks
OF the gentleman experienced in de-
lirium tremens. And before we left
we admitted that Jodo was eminently
correct.
Strand former deputy sheriff, was.
among those who met us at the sta
ton. Others we're Henry Collins.
president OF the Roundup: George
Baer, the business manager; r. +.
Chloupek treasurer; Toy Ritner,
President OF the Oregon Senate; Jinks
Taylor. now Chief of Police and brother
OF Til Taylor, the famous Sheriff who
was killed in 1920, when some des-
reradoes broke Jail; Guy WyriclI, who
fought the bandits with Taylor when
the latter was shot and later helped
To recapture them; Jim Sturgis and
rnany others who grew from strangers