, 1925-03-25
Trappers' Ball
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MT exactly constructed or limited, n
l saw people there from Riverton,
Billings, Livingston, and other places
where they aren't allowed to enjoy
themselves just like they are in Cody,
and it was evident that the whole Big
Horn Basin must have just naturally
disgorged itself that night, and dump
ed everybody into the Irma Hotel.
| Perhaps the most interesting spot
in the hotel was the location of the
big trap, with a bottle of fine I'M
colored Japan tea as bait, which car
ried this legend upon it: "Trappers'
Special for Stool Pigeons" 1 don't
believe anyone was caught in the trap
that night, but the pigeons were there
nevertheless. Some birds, those pig
eons-I have heard that they were of
the species that squawk instead of
coo. l was told that one of them ac-
tually tried to get away with the tea,
thinking it was hootch-true to ma
ure, he could not resist the tempta-
ton to drink it.
Otto Koenig and the Brundage
Hardware, anticipatory of the open
ing of the fishing season, had a won
derful fsherman's display, completely
in harmony with the attractive dec
orations which were there in abun-
dance, and which helped so much to
make the event brighter, better, and
merrier.
Well, to get toward the end of the
story that is worth telling if any story
ever was, it was along about three
O'Clock when one of the orchestras
reached the conclusion that it was
time to quit. So the other one was
shunted out into the billiard room,
and the dance went on again. Accord
ing to several who participated in the
affair, the dance was just beginning
to get good about hat time, and it
continued to improve until about five
thirty, when the proprietor implored
the dance management to call off the
orchestra, and give his guests a
chance to get at least fifteen minutes
sleep. The trappers were somewhat
feminist" the suggestion, because
they hated to break up a good dance
so early, but finally, along about six
bells, the last tired strains of the or
chestra were heard inspiring the
weary but game dancers on to great
er efforts, and then the dance broke
up.
There were high lights a-plenty at
the Trappers' Ball. Couldn't begin to
tell them all. Wouldn't if l could, at
that.
HOE DOWN AND A FALL DOWN
/ was tickled, though, at the hoe
down presented for the general edit
cation of appreciatiev authorities on
hoe-downs and whang-steps, by Vern
Spencer and Jay Stock. The other
end of the quartette was held up by
Miss Jesse Lambert and Mrs. Tex
Kennedy, and the way those girls
went through their PAGES must have
made Messrs. Spencer and Stock feel
that they just weren't getting started
at all. Then, just at the conclusion of
this remarkable number, some one
they say she was from Powell-evi-
IDENTIFY wanted to come down stairs in
a hurry, and thought she could get
there faster if she came head first.
She came-head first-and at the
conclusion of a series of bumps re-
posed at the foot of the stairway
right side up with care, landed, you
know, just like one of those old pen
wipers we used to use so many years
ago-the fluffy-ruffles kind-you
know what l mean. These women in
the Big Horn Basin certainly believe
in e~xpediency and speed, and don't
care much about how they get there
they'll go head first to get there if
they have to.
! was exceedingly interested in
a bevy of elderly ladies, who sat pa
tiently in the wall-flower section all
night. They didn't dance, but their
spirits were indeed willing even
though their dancing apparati were
out of commission, but just as sure
as l I'm a-telling it, there they were
at five O'Clock in the morning, with no
immediate intention of leaving. Can
you beat t?
I've been told that the Trappers'
Ball was broadcasted from a Denver
radio station as a bowling success.
Course there was some bowling, but
/ have my doubts whether the howl
ing could be heard as far as Denver.
But, there's the crux of the whole
thing: 1t was n bowling success in a
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