, 1924-09-24
By A. ~O'DONOGHUE in the
Casper Tribune

Ia tHS
Casper Tribune
Reminiscent of the old time west,
a survival of the days that are gone,
was the big barbecue held Labor Day
at little old Meeteetse," that quaint
little inland town so picturesquely 81
tuated on the banks of the Greybull
river.
Here amid the trees on the banks
of the beautiful stream, on the out
skirts of the colorful little town, over
80 miles from a railroad, wa held a
Labor Day celebration that will be
long remembered by all who were
fortunate enough to participate.
The steer honored for the occasion
was quite a fellow. He was a 3-year-
old, weighed 1,O7O; was stuffed with
1875 hams and other things conducive
to epicurean delight, and allowed to
cook for 80 hours. Talk of beef!
The man who never ate barbecued
meat knows not what he has missed.
But who roasted the steer? What
guiding genius presided throughout?
What master hand directed the whole
performance?
Why of course-who else could it
be? Who in by gone days ever did?
The far-famed-in fact the n and
only-John W., more popularity
known as "Old Josh" Deane.
Respondent in the resuscitation of
his glory; handsome and dashing in
his almost 10 years of youth, MI.
Dean was a little army of efficiency
and a host of hospitality-in himself.
AS an able assistant, however, due
credit must be given "Billy" Feyhle.
Meeteetse, the free translation
from some Indian dialect, is said to
mean "Place of Rest" is one of the
few towns where the spirit of the
olden days and real ranching favor
still largely persists. Many truly west
ern types and old-time characters
were in evidence here on Labor day.
There was a truly Heterogeneous ga
thering of ranchers, cowboys, cow
girls, sheepherders, miners and pros
pectors. Yes; and not a few of a
more modern breed-politicians of all
sorts and sizes with a slight sprinkle
of naughty a%ristocrats, in the form
of over-grown sheepherders and glo-
riied chambermaids.
Among the well known persons of
men and women, space precludes
mention of more than a few.
In the midst of a brilliant group
of men and women, Caroline Lock-
hart, world famous authoress, was
radiating sunshine and goodfellowship
all around. "Caroline," as she is cal
led by her friends, is just as sociable
and unaffected as ever, her great Ii
terary successes not having turned
her head a whit.
There, too, moving among her
friends, appeared Mrs. Ella Hillberry
Moon, looking as youthful and hand
some as when teaching school on
Wood river, over 20 years ago.
OF curse no celebration Of any
kind in the Big Horn Basin, from a
wedding to a wake. would be COM
plete without the veteran cowboy
writer, lecturer and linguist, Joe Ma
gill. He would be there ever II he
had to ride on the sound waves from
a radio station.
Conspicuous in the Crowds he
would be in any crowd-could be
seer the giant form Of Ralph Smith,
editor of the Meeteetse "News," a
big man with a big heart; snd who
would not quit the little city on the
Greybull even If offered the editor
ship of the New York "Sun."
Indeed, it was n pleasure to meet
"Ed" Heavy, former chief ranger of
the Shoshone forest reserve, whom
the writer met many times while
herding sheep, years ago, and whom
we remember as one of the most pop
ular officials that e conducted the
affairs in that part of the forest re-
serve.
Circling in the throngs, and tenn
porarily free from the cares OF his
cattle and dude ranches on beauti-