Evening star., 1946-10-11

chance by the rodeo, to see real,
honest goodness bull with horns
and fiery nostrils. Men and women
who thought New York cops were
the toughest things in the world,
had their eyes opened by bucking
broncos, and by the men who rode
them. And those New Workers who
had been led to believe that the
Philharmonic provided the sweetest
music in the world, were able to
hear Gene Autry sing like GOLDEN
bird while astride a gilded horse.
But, the rodeo is likely to close. I
have it from an authority SO high
that he lives on q flagpole atop the
Empire State Building that within
a few days the hard-riding. plain
talking men and gals Of the West,
may find it necessary to move on
to another city.
Eating Up the Steers.
The reason is the meat shortage
in New York City. 1t is a shortage
50 acute that the rodeo cowboys are
eating the rodeo steers. Instead OF
throwing the steers. the boys Of the
Lewis and chaps are slicing off por-
terhouses, sirloinst rib roasts, and
top rounds. talked to one OF the
cowboys-at least, he said he was
one of the cowboys-and he said he
iust couldn't bear to wrestle with a
steer when that steer might well
carry on his bones all the meat ne
would see in the next three months.
"I want to baby the steers, not
hurt them" he told me. Il haven't
had any meat to eat since I got to
New York, and when see steer
II want to cook him, with butter.
salt and pepper, not bulldoze him.
So am falling of in my work. ! am
not doing good job"
The men, women and children
who attend the rodeo offer serious
problem, too. In the past week. so
I have been told. more than a score
of New Workers who have never been
further west than Eighth avenue,
have jumped from their seats,
charged the arena, and attempted to
slice of next Sundays dinner from
one of the performing animals. !
was lucky enough to talk to one OF
these meat-hungry New Yorkers,
and he had this to say:
II know made spectacle Of
myself when I charged out in the
middle of Madison Square Garden
and tried to cut off a roast for my
family, but couldn't help 1t. do
mans job every day, and so does
my son, and we just can't keep going
on fish and vegetables. II you will
take a good look at me, you viii
notice that L am coming to look
more like a. founder than man,
and I am telling you the truth when
tell you that my son is saving his
money now to buy an engagement
ring for Q girl haddock he met in
q Forty fifth street fish store. We
just must have little meat, or we'll
all 60 crazy"
In an effort to calm the mamie
looked as If he might slice T-bone
OF mel told him not to worry,
that our country's leaders had
promised us meat in the very near
future.
He really tapped his fms at me
when I said this.
What is a promise from those
people?" he snapped They prom
ised us houses, didn't they. and
where are the houses? They prom
ised us cars, and where are the cars?
They promised us peace. and where
is the peace? I am getting sick and
tired of promises, and so are lots
of other people. There's bust
coming. buddy. a real bust, unless
something is done about us Amer
leans. We amt the kind to keep
taking 1t forever"
I am going to see the rodeo to-
highland I'm carrying q carving
knife.
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