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Evening star., 1947-11-09

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no gap no loose wire no tracks of intrusion by beast
BY sndown he'd ridden two sides of the ranch He'd ride
the other two sides So he went home and made
supper
But sight of the house depressed him. August l9th This
was the sixth Poor Mrs Pollard with Wyatt and Paget and
Dahar would be arriving at the capital about now Thirteen
hideous days they'd be there, waiting hoping visiting
death cell often permitted besegng the governor for
reprieve. Thinking of their grim vigil made rock of
Matt's heart.
In the morning he sacked ftypod block Of salt Riding
with it to the plains pasture stock pond he put trough
there After inspecting the beef herd he rode the other two
line fences Late afternoon found him again Aspen Park
Everything in shape Plenty of grass plenty water
plenty of salt.
That the 9TH of August Day after day Matt rode the
two pastures Every day the lump inside of him grew heavier
but there was nothing he could do except work and wait
Keep watching the cattle Keep eye fences and water
holes and salt oughs And hope desperately that miracle
would yet save his boss.
letter. arriving the 12h dashed this faint hope It
was from Tom Wyatt at the capital:
Dear Matt:
We've tried everything it just amt any use The
governor thumbs down. We 60 the lawyer too every
day. and he there amt any chance But Polly won't
give She goes to Harv every day. keeps telling him
everytngs gonna be all right hate to think what happen
to her when it's all She's bound to crack up then
wish you here and there kid Well be seeing you
about the goth. Yours
Matt stared dismay at the calendar One week Tom
right; she'd be able survive this Thered be
two funerals instead of Mats feet dragged he went
out and sadded the bay.
AGAIN he rode the pastures found casualties No circng
buzzards saltless uoughs Not thing wrong with this
ranch, except that its master sat condemned in CELL
1t was the same the next day. and the next On the morning
of the 10th he took another salt block the pasture
stock pond Today he counted the steers hundred
grouped about the pond The rest grazing in various
parts of the big plains pasture Matt tailed eight hundred
and six head. Exactly right Not steer missing.
The tally took him till late afternoon. He RODE then, up
to Aspen Park the mountain side The and calves
there couldn't be counted because of the brush But there
were no buzzards in sight
silver of yellow, lying loose by the salt block caught
the sunlight and MATHS attention He rode closer the
trough and looked at it curiously But it only small
Evening star., 1947-11-09


capital, and there isn't much time
have to make the governor see, of
course, that Harv can't possibly be
guilty. And, of course must visit
with Harv, every day, to cheer him
up. Tom and Buck and Monty have
known him longer than you have
They want to see him, too. And
Tom thinks I'll need looking after,
in the city. He's afraid might
break down. But l won't. Why
should I? He's innocent know it, -
and God knows it, and in two weeks
III bring him home"
She smiled and Matt had to bite
his lip
"Yes'm," he said. Don't worry
any about the ranch. I'll look after
things, same as if you were here"
An hour later he saw Tom Wyatt parl
in front of the house. Mrs Pollard came ou
front seat. Tom beckoned to Matt and 6
structions. Nov look, kid. All you got t
on the cattle. Theys thousand head on
now; that's exactly the number wanta find
They'll be here" Matt promised.
Forget about the chores. Just keep you
and keep it fat Savvy?"
Sure" Matt said He knew the forem
to cover up tightness inside him.
Polly Pollard gave him smile Good
then drove off. the tires kicking dust down
EARLY in the morning of August 9th, Mat
range. Toms orders to forget everything b,
him exactly. If there was anything he lii
horse to squeeze between his knees, it was
named white-faces knee-deep in grama. Lo
happen to them, though, and they needle
could sink in bog-hole Magpies could
fresh brands. Big beef steers could be p
flies, in August, and 60 racing down the
till they ran their tallow off, Or heifer, III
water-hole, might find some loco weed.
So Matt first turned upvalley toward t
Circle x was rectangle - $4,000 acres
was cross-fenced into two main areas, {
pasture and big prairie pasture The bre'
on the ,timbered slope, watering at Aspel
stuff was down on the fats, where the gr;
cured, and the bunch grass low and curly.
A little way up the slope Matt passe
dividing the two pastures. Beyond it the t
scrub oak closed about Matt; higher. the
into pine and the pine into aspen. Halfws
he came to a mountain spring, gushing FRI
spring made a series of clear pools, and /
salt trough. A few calves and cows stood
giving an occasional lick at the salt.
Evening star., 1947-11-09


dividing the two pastures Beyond it the trail steepened and
scrub oak closed about Matt higher the scrub oak merged
into pine and the pine into aspen Halfway the mroc
he came to mountain spring. gushing from the rocks The
spring made series of clear pools and by the biggest
salt trough few calves and stood about the trough
giving occasional lick at the salt
block Matt had put here five days ago. and he
saw that it would last for good four five weeks Matt
looped leg around his saddle horn and rolled smoke His
eye critically the cattle in sight, noting that they
sleek and fat.
But you had to look after them Cattle like people
subject to ills of the esh and like people they had be fed
watered and salted Salt important. Tom Wyatt had
always impressed that Matt Never let stock of
Mats eye shifted again to the block of suphrated salt
Yes, they'd hardly licked the surface.
He logged off into the aspens and paoled the pasture
Assured that all we'll he rode down the slope and
the broad busess prairie Here the fats he found
big bocky steers Two and three year ods ready for ship
ment in the fall Matt rode to the pastures waterhoe
which veacre stock pond the lower corner All
Evening star., 1947-08-11
Found Between Magazine Covers, One Tackle
Bunees Unpublished But Enthusiastic Work Features Redkn Drill

Turk is in no hurry to make a
decision. He's almost sure Bunge
will have to be farmed out for
more experience, but he wants to
see him in more scrimmage and
under actual game competition
before saying positively.
Bunge aspires to be a Funda-
mentalist minister and during the
off season plans to study at the
Omaha Bible Institute. He wasn't
sure he'd like pro football after
hearing the games were played
on Sunday, but the assurance
that he'd have time to attend
church services helped solve that
problem. He has spoken at
church services and has led street
services and is convinced that he
has a calling for the ministry.
Evening star., 1947-08-11
Louise Suggs Favored
In Western Golf With
Babe zaharias Out
BY the kssoeiafsd Press

EVANSTON, ILL.,, Aug. 11.-With
Babe Zaharias missing, a wide-open
scramble for the championship
among at least dozen top-flight
stars was In prospect today as the
47th annual Women's Western Golf
Association Amateur tournament
began at the swank Evanston Coun-
try Club.
Some 160 contestants teed off in
the 1S-hole qualifying session, bid
ding for 80 positions in the match
play bracket. Single rounds of match
play start tomorrow and continue
until the two finalists battle over
the 36-hole route Saturday.
Foremost among the contenders
Is 112-pound Louise Suggs of At
lanta, Ga, who will be attempting
to complete an unparalleled feat in
WWGA history OF winning both the
Western Open and Amateur In sue
cessive years.
The tiny brunette rose to prom
inence last year by taking the open
and amateur, and earlier this sea-
son won the 1947 WWGA Open at
Atlanta. With the Babe, her most
feared opponent, passing up this
meet, chances Of the 23-year-old
Miss suggs OF completing a double
slam are greatly enhanced.
However, the field bristles with
h1gh-class talent, which includes
eight 1947 State champions-Mary
McMillin Of Green Bay, Wis, who
upset Mrs. Zaharias, 2 and 1, in
the semifinals of the 1916 Western
Amateur and then was routed. II
and 10, in the final by Miss Suges:
Peggy Kirk of Findlay, Ohio; Mar
jorie Lindsay of Decatur, ILL.,; Alice
O'Neal of Indianapolis, Ind; Mary
Louise Cordingley of Des Moines.
Iowa; Mrs. Maurice Click of Balti-
more, Md: Mary Agnest Wall of
| Menominee, Mich, and Margaret
Gunther of Memphis, Tenn.
In addition to these sharpshoot-
ers other challengers include 49,
year-old Grace Lenzcyk, the 1946
Connecticut tit1ist and 1947 Tam
O'Shantsr women's champion: Dot
Kirby of Atlanta, 1947 Western
Open f1nalist; Dot Kielty. veteran
Los Angeles campaigner; Jean Hop
kins of Cleveland, Polly Riley. Fort
Worth, Tex, and Ann Casey, Mason
City, Iowa.
Mrs. zaharias said she was pass
ing up the Western Amateur-one of
the few tournaments she never has
won-oecause Of previous commit
ments.
Evening star., 1947-08-11

He is at least a year away from
the pro circuit, and probably two.
His only previous experience was
three years of high school ball
and two varsity games at Mime
sofa. His dad died during Don's
sophomore year and he had to
withdraw from school to manage
his mothers 115-acre farm. 1t is
pleasant to speculate on what he
might have been with three years
of college football under his belt
and what he might be a couple of
years from now.
Bunge is enthusiastic, willing to
listen and, smart enough to soak
up a skinful of T technique with
out blowing his top. He was all
arms and legs going into action
and didn't seem to mind being
roughed UP. Don Avery bloodied
his nose before Bunge's eye was
cut and Bunge seemed concerned,
but not dismayed. He brushed it
aside and went back for more.
Bunge's remark after the cut eye
was typical.
II didn't know that both AL
Demao) and I were supposed to
hit the same man, or I wouldn't
have gotten this. Anyway, we
took him out of the play"
Right now Edwards can't make
up his mind about Bunge. He
was signed as a center, but is
being used at tackle and he cer-
tainly isn't another Jim Barber
or Chuck Bond. But nobody
knows how quickly he'll develop,
or whether he could be carried in
a reserve role and brought up by
the Tribes own coaching staff.
Evening star., 1947-08-11

washinpton's top amateur golfers
were In Baltimore for the 1nterclty
match yesterday, but they olont
take all the good golf shots IN town
with them.
The stay-at-homes came through
With two holes-in-one, double
eagle and a Prince Georges fve oil
ferent players came through WIN
eagles in some dizzy scoring.
The ace reported at Manor Coun-
try Club. a perfect 4-iron shot by
Row Amick, was one Of those dream
shots that hit the cup on the carry
and wedged between the PIN ana
side Of the cup. Don Sullivan, n. b.
wharton and Pro Clagett stevens
were in the foursome.
Homer Phillips was the hole-in-
one expert at Columbia Country
where he dropped his tee shot on
the par three 18th, 165 yards. he
used a seven iron and had Stanley
holland. Teddy Olds and Howard
Nichols as playing partners.
The double was two on the
mar Ave 10th at Indian Spring by
nenv Heyener Hevener hit a long
tee shot and holed a four-iron on
the 472-yard dogleg for what is oe-
iieved to be the first double-eagle
ever scored there He had Ct, three
under par, for the round in Whlcn
r Welby Kines, E. J. Hebach ana
M Marshall were witnesses.
Pro Al Houghton reported run
on eagles at Prince Georges. On the
s54-yard par four sixth, George
voieht and Jim Kinder holed an
eight and nine iron, respectively.
pat Nealis dropped an eight iron on
the 400-yard four eighth and Arthur
Woodside, the longest of the day,
four wood on the 423-yard seventh.
Mrs. Marie Walper Clipped a nine
iron into the cup on the par f1ve
fourth.
winners in yesterdays club events:
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Evening star., 1947-08-11
By Lewis F. Atchison
Stor Sfoff Correspondent

LOS ANGELES, Aug. 11.-You
come upon some odd items
thumbing through old football
magazines, like. the one about a
235-pound, 6-foot-71a-inch player
by the name of Bunge.
Don Bunge, rookie tackle from
a section where great linemen are
the rule rather. than exception,
may be a power in Minnesota
forward WALL" the article read.
1t added a few statistics and dis
missed the matter casually and
with an economy of words. Coach
Turk Edwards hadn't heard a
breath of gossip about him, but
the young mans measurements
were interesting. The professor
likes his football players big, espe-
cially the tackles, so he put his
grid Gestapo to work and as a
consequence Bunge is here in the
Redskins training camp.
He's wearing badge of distinc-
ton today, four stitches over the
right eye, memento Of the sea-
sons first rough work. 1t was
only a line scrimmage-no tack
ling allowed, but Bunge smeared
the first three plays and generally
managed to mess up most of the
offensive maneuvers.
He appeared good enough to
send the coaches into a huddle,
for the big, friendly fellow isn't
a polished football player by any
stretch of the imagination. He
has an Ichobod Crane physique,
with arms and legs that might
have been odd pieces left over
in the work of creation. He was
% last May Is, and when they
tell you he's just a growing boy
it's no joke, son. He'll add at
least 80 pounds to his sparse frame
before another year rolls around,
if the Tribe doesn't go bankrupt
feeding him.
Runpe Is big. qaWky and green.
Evening star., 1947-08-11
Groys Are Plain Poison
To Monurchs' Nine

The Homestead Grays aren't do.
ing too well in their own loop. the
Negro National League, but they
look like champions as far as il
concerns the Kansas City Monarchs
leaders in the Negro American
League.
The Grays topped the Monarchs
in both ends of a baseball double
header at Griffith Stadium yester-
day, 81 and 81. Satchel Paige
/ was the Grays' victim in the secono
tilt, although he allowed only fou1
hits. =& sa.f S1 ~
Evening star., 1947-08-11
Foster in Miss Pops Y
Restores Gold Cup
To Detroit Waters
By the Assoeiafsd Prssx

NEW YORK, Aug. 1.-THE big
eold-plated silver mug symbolic of
victory in speed boating's top classic
the Gold Cup Regatta - was
headed back to Detroit today, and
none of the seven bruised and beat
en- pilots who competed in the 40th
annual run of the 90-mile event
here was sorry.
In the words of Danny Foster, .29-
year-old Oakland, Calf, driver who
captured the cup yesterday In a
gruelling grind over the hazardous
30-lap course In Rockaway Inlet.
Jamaica Bay. it was "the worst
water ever raced"
Foster, a veteran flier of 1000
combat hours in the European and
China Burma theaters, piloted Miss
Pops v, 12-cylinder Allison powered
racing hull owned by the Dossin
Brothers Of Detroit, and his VIC
tory gave the crafts owners the
chance to designate their home city
Is the site of the 1913 race.
Foster won last years Pres
ident Cup here for Albin Fallon,
owner of Miss Great Lakes.
The duet received the prize from
President Truman in ceremonies
at the White House)
$Only Two Finish Race.
The Motor City has had virtual
monopoly on the Gold Cup in the
big races 4o-year history. Guy
Lombardo brought it to New York
after his Tempo VI won last year
at Detroit, and the Midwest me-
tropolis set out to regain the trophy
this year by filing nine OF the
20 original entries.
Thirteen owners withdrew from
yesterdays race for one reason or
another and of the seven that re-
mained to answer the starters gun,
four few flags of Detroit yacht
clubs.
Second and only other craft to
finish was Miss Great Lakes, owned
and driven by Millionaire Sports
man Albin F. Fallon Of Detroit.
Third honors went to Lombardo's
Tempo vi, although the maestro S
boat was forced out with fouled
oil line after turning two laps OF
the third and deciding 30-mile heat.
Herb Mendelson's Notre Dame, win
ner of Sc the 1887 Gold, Cup and
leader at the end of the first heat
Yesterday, went to the pits with
engine trouble after completing
nine laps of the third heat. A faulty
supercharger kept it out of the sec
ond heat.
Miss Pops v Has Fastest Lap.
Miss Pops V compiled 1900 points
and made the fastest lap for the 80
miles-an average speed of 61.37
miles per. hour at the start of the
second heat. Her average time for
the three heats was 54.88-far be-
low the 6S.78 record set by Lom-
bardo on the calm waters OF the
Detroit River last year.
Other point scores were: Miss
Great Lakes, 750; Tempo vi, 427;
Notre Dame, 400, and Howard
Hughes Duke of Detroit, 1859. Duke
was also a casualty in the last heat,
dropping out at the midway point
because of engine trouble.
Evening star., 1947-08-11
HoIes-in-One, Double Eagle,
Five EooIes Mark D. &. Golf

WASHINGTON AVIATION (Mixed Scotch
foursome) - Bettyellen Heath and Willis
Nolan, s2-23-59: Mrs. R.. c. Doyle and
Phil Donaldson, so-12-6s for second over
Mrs. Norman Ray. and w. c. Tunis s5-l7
-6S, after matching cards.
BELLE HAVEN Omitted Clay Products
Cup)-Lt. Comdr. c. W. Schuh. 90-27-63;
Myles Goldhran nson. 90:27--63, Dallas
Low gross-Col. Ben Schriever. rs.
Evening star., 1947-08-11
Biooest Tuna Booted

WEDGEPoRT, NovA Scotia. Aug
ii R.-Russell H. Frederick OF
Orange, N. j., boated a 715-pound
tuna yesterday in the waters OF
Soldiers Rip. 1t was the heaviest
tuna catch of the year IN Maritime
Province waters.
Evening star., 1947-08-11

Five years ago-Bostoh Red
Fox beat Yanks, 3-1, in IL IN
nings as Tex Hughson won No.
IL
Evening star., 1947-09-07

plunged his hands into his pockets.
grlmacing, twisting, and came up
with two dirty white agates, one
Clipped, the other one cracked
hallway across. Here -" he
offered, thrusting them both into
Elwin's open palm. Il i found
them," he conhded.
They were castaways, both of
them, from some hard-fought mar
bic game that Otto Price had
never been asked to join in.
ELWIN squatted down and
smoothed out a circle on the
ground. From the other side of
the yard, he could hear the run
ming and laughter, and the ringing
shouts of play. He tried to shut
his ears against it. but he couldn't.
He kept listening to what they
were playing. Tag, prisoners base,
and all the wonderful boys games
his father had told him about.
He put the blue aggie into
Otto's hand, fighting down the
hard ache of loneliness.
You take it up like this" he
told Otto. showing him with one
OF the white agates. "and you
bend your thumb. like this -"
A sh adow fell across the
scratched-out circle. Elwin sucked
in his breath. hesitated, and then
let the marble go. 1t shot, clean
and straight, across the ground.
There was one low whistle.
Then another, then another. Elwin
felt his heart stand still, and then
suddenly it seemed to lift up, up
- like a giddy box-kite on high
March wind.
Evening star., 1947-09-07

Slowly, very slowly, Elwin
turned his head and looked up.
There were four boys now - four,
who had followed him over from
Georges side of the yard.
Hello" he managed, "fellas."
One of them squatted down
beside Elwin. He was grinning. A
front tooth was missing, and his
lace was a fair ground of reddish
treckles. You amt afraida moth
IN, are you, Peewee?" he asked
Elwin with sort of warm wonder
Not even George Mitchellr'
Elwin shook his head so that it
could mean yes or could mean no,
He had been afraid. He'd been
AFRAID more than anything else in
the world that he wouldn't have
friends.
He heard Otto Prices loud gig
gle. 1t was a silly giggle, like a
mule braying. Otto's hair stood up
straight, and his teeth stuck out.
but suddenly Elwin liked Otto.
He liked him very much.
II seen the fight. Otto Dragged.
He leaned closer to Elwin and
whispered. Il was sorry you lost"
ELwIN closed his eyes for a min
ute and drew in his breath. The
air was rich with the wonderful
smells of shoe leather and cordu-
roy and bubble gum, and he could
feel close, warm press of COM
panionship all around him.
He raised his eyes to Otto and
whispered softly. quickly:
Thanks, Otto" He was feeling
good inside. He was almost feeling
as though he'd won. The End
Evening star., 1947-09-07

polished it on his trousers. Then,
slowly, he dropped it back into
his pocket. =.
Far across the schoolyard, he
saw shadow. A thin and timid
boy who had stood apart watch
ing the fight, edged along the iron
fence. He was playing a kind of
game with himself, trying to make
his feet fit into the spaces between
the iron bars of the fence. Once he
glanced up, hesitated hopefully,
then went back to his lonely game
Who's that?" Elwin demanded
Him? Aw, that's only Otto
Price. He's fraidy-cat. He won't
even fight" George said. His eyes
were mean. The boys that wanta
join our crowd let him alone!"
GEORGE had hold of Elwin's arm.
Elwin jerked it loose. His breath
came short and hard. He'd stood
up to George before. He wasn't
going to act afraid of him now.
He pushed past George, through
the crowd of boys. and cut across
the schoolyard.
He didn't know what Georee
might do to him now, and he
didn't even care. His hopes were
as battered as the blue aggie that
George had stepped on and ground
into the dust.
Otto Price had reached the end
of the fence. He looked up. His
mouth opened with surprise. He
was a skinny boy, his clothes
didn't fit, and he was even smaller
than Elwin.
He wasn't the kind of playmate
Elwin had wanted. But Otto was
Evening star., 1947-09-07

lonely, and he was lonely, and if
all the others were going to take
Georges side, he would have to
play with Otto.
Otto smiled at him. Hello ="
ne breathed. His nose was pink
and his mouth trembled with
eagerness to be liked.
Hello, Elwin murmured back
Evening star., 1947-09-07

he got out the blue aggie. gripped
1t between his thumb and fore
finger, and shot it across the
ground.
"Wanta play?" he asked Otto
almost roughly, "Or do you know
how"
CT could learn" Otto
painted, II got i got =" He