.4 s far back as human knowledge goes, man has been using cer
tain members of the animal kingdom to help him hunt other mem
bers. The most familiar example, of course, is the dog, which is
used in many ways:
Fox hunting, deer
hunting, and so forth.
But there are many
other examples not
quite so familiar,
some of which are
shown in the accom
panying series of
photos.
Before the present
war, Germans at
tempted to revive the
sport of falconry on
a large scale. Photo
(left) shotes a soldier
falconer removing the
victim (a rabbit)
from the talons.
Hold that tiger! The big striped cat is easy to hold note, for he
it dead, and is being loaded on a carrier elephant. The hunt teas
held on the vast jungle estate of the Maharajah of Gwalior, in
India, in honor of former British Viceroy Lord Reading,
Right: The end of a
cheetah hunt. The ani
mal, streamlined mem
ber of the cat family, is
trained to hunt deer.
Human stalkers “spot”
the deer and head it in
the direction uhere the
best run tcill give most
entertainment to the
hunters. Then a cheetah
is turned loose.
A Chinese fisherman off on an expedition with his six cormo
rants. He puts an iron ring around the neck of each bird, to which
it attached a light line. The ring prevents the bird from swallow
ing his catch, and the line keeps the bird under control.
One of the most ancient of sftorts
is stag hunting. This photo teas
made during a stag hunt at the es
tate of the Count de Vibraye, near
Paris. The stag attempted to swim
the Cosson river, but the hounds
cornered him for the kill.
A sunset, scene in “good ducking country. Fhe hunters blaze
away from their battery in the midst of their decoy flock.
Juf SLtto Scott %'att^H
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
The ‘Original Cowgirl’
WHEN an automobile accident
resulted in the death of Lucille
Mulhall near the town of Mulhall,
Okla., recently, it snapped another
link with the Old West. For she was
the “original cowgirl.” the first of
that tribe of daring young women
who risk their necks riding bucking
broncoes and roping steers qr
calves. But unlike many of the "syrt
thetic cowgirls” you see at the ro
deos or in circuses today, Lucille
Mulhall was "authentic.”
She was the daughter of Col. Zach
Mulhall. a pioneer of Oklahoma,
whose ranch on Beaver creek once
comprised more than 80,000 acres.
While she was still a little girl her
father offered to give her every
yearling she could rope and brand
by herself. But he soon begged off
on his bargain when he noticed how
many of his steers were wearing the
brand of “L, M.”
When she was 14 she was the star
attraction at the reunion of Roose
velt’s Rough Riders in Oklahoma
City in 1900. There she matched her
Lucille Mulhall in MIG.
skill as a rider and roper against
some of the best cowboys in the
Southwest and held her own with
them. Four years later at the cat
tlemen's convention in Fort Worth,
Texas, she did even better when she
entered the steer-roping contest.
'Queen of the Range.’
Each contestant drew three steers
by lot. Miss Mulhall got two big
tough ones at the start. She roped
and tied the first one in 1 minute
and 45 seconds. She cut that time
down to 1 minute and 11 seconds
with her second steer and she
dropped her third one in the remark
able time of 40 seconds. Her total
time for the three was 3 min
utes and 36 seconds which was sev
eral seconds faster than her nearest
cowboy competitor. So they hailed
the slight girl (she weighed less than
100 pounds) "Queen of the Range”
and awarded her the championship
gold medal valued at $1,000.
Just to prove that her victory at
Fort Worth was no fluke, she en
tered a steer-roping contest at Me
Alester, Okla., in 1903 and roped and ;
tied three steers in 30Vi, 40 and 40Vi
seconds. From that time on Lucille
Mulhall was the sensation of every
contest which she
entered and her
room in the Mul
hall ranch house
was filled with
her trophies. She
was the star of
the Wild West
show which Colo
nel Mulhall or-1
ganized and took
to the world's fair
urn I ' Jiin st- Louis ,n
*" - 1904. When it
Zach Mulhall showed in Madi.
son Square Garden in New York
city the next year, the Eastern pa
pers and magazines waxed lyrical
over her and printed pages about
the "Best Horsewoman in America.”
A ‘Trail Boss.
Another of her feats for which she
became famous came about in this
way: Colonel Mulhall had bought
a herd of 700 steers down in the
Texas Panhandle but was too busy
to go down there and drive them
back to his ranch. So Lucille Mul
hall proposed that she and her sis
ter. Mildred, take on the job. They
took a few cowboys with them but
Lucille was the “boss of the outfit"
and under her direction the 700
steers were driven over the 300
mile trail through bad w'eather with
out suffering the loss of a single
steer.
• • *
When they buried her in* the fam
ily plot on the Mulhall ranch an
old-timer was heard to remark:
“Cowgirls and cowboys might live
longer if they stuck to horses.” Per
haps he was thinking of the fact
that Tom Mix, who had once worked
on the Mulhall ranch, had been
killed in an automobile accident in
Arizona a few months earlier and
that Will Rogers, who had also been
a Mulhall ranch cowboy and a rider
and roper in Colonel Zach's Wild
West show, haa lost his life in an
airplane accident in Alaska.
I
WE KNEW very little about
Uncle Wilbur. And by the
same token we knew all
about him.
You see, it was like this: Uncle
Wilbur ran away when he was a
boy. I believe his aspirations w^re
along the cowboy line. His father
and mother tried to find him, but
were unsuccessful. Wilbur was an
only child, and it broke them all up.
About a year after Wilbur went
away, his father died. And six
months later his mother died, too.
Folks said it was from broken
hearts.
It so happened that I was the
nearest living relative, and by the
time I had grown up and married
Sally, Uncle Wilbur was only a leg
end. All the facts concerning his
disappearance were told to me by
my own mother and father, now both
dead. For I was but a babe in
arms when Uncle Wilbur decamped
for the western plains.
It was, therefore, a surprise when
one day a letter arrived from El
Paso, Texas, signed by Uncle Wil
bur. It was a lengthy epistle, and
from its contents we learned the
following facts: Uncle Wilbur had
but recently learned of the death of
his father and mother. Since com
ing West he had served in a variety
of capacities: stable boy, barroom
helper, cowboy, horse wrangler and
a dozen others which have no bear
ing on his present circumstances.
Some twelve years ago he had turned
prospector. Suffice It to say that
Uncle Wilbur had, to quote his own
phraseology, ‘‘struck it rich.”
He was now, we gleaned, a re
tired rancher, a man of no small
wealth. Investigation had revealed
that we were his only living rela
He seemed shrunken and bent and
dried up.
tives. In fact, he seemed to be in
possession of all the facts concern
ing the departure of our family from
this earth, and of my own dire finan
cial circumstances.
He expressed a desire to return
to the land of his nativity, to spend
his declining years with his only
blood relative now existing. Deli
cately he touched upon the condition
of our finances, the facts about
which he seemed only too well
aware, and advised that he was
crediting to our account at the bank
a sum of money, which was to be
used at our discretion and for what
ever purpose we saw fit. In con
clusion Uncle Wilbur stated that he
would arrive about the first of the
following month, and trusted that his
advent would not inconvenience us.
Directly following the reading of
this letter I called my bank, and
was staggered by the amount of
money which Uncle Wilbur had cred
ited to my balance.
For a time Sally and I were un
decided. We discussed the thing
from many angles and at length de
cided that the least we could do was
to prepare a hearty welcome for
the old man. His munificence had
startled us. We hardly knew wheth
er the money was to be used for our
own needs, or for the purpose of
preparing an elaborate homecom
ing.
The more we thought and talked
about the proposed visit of Uncle
Wilbur, the more delighted we be
came with the prospect. He was our
only living relative, a fact which
had, up to the present time, been
more or less a source of annoyance.
Those young married couples with
whom we most associated were for
ever dwelling upon the achieve
' ments of their relatives, near and
distant.
We therefore made haste to ap
praise our friends of Uncle Wilbur’s
j planned visit, and covered our con
| fusion nobly when asked why he
had kept secret knowledge of his
existence. We pictured him as a
tall, powerful man; a sun-tanned
and virile-looking westerner; a man
of fabulous wealth, a man of distinc
tion and bearing. We exaggerated
and elaborated and secretly prayed
that Uncle Wilbur would be, in ap
pearance at any rate, everything
that we had portrayed.
Sally had written to Uncle Wilbur
I that we would be delighted to have
j him visit us, to make his home with
us as long as he liked. We drew
unstintingly on the money he had
deposited to our credit. We added
a new wing to the house, which was
fixed up into an attractive suite for
Uncle Wilbur'* own use. We remod- !
eled the interior of our own home
and purchased new furniture.
Our friends were thus convinced
of Uncle Wilbur's existence. They
promised to be on hand to add their
welcome. They were as pleased as
we with the prospect, and aided us
no end in painting Uncle Wilbur as
the distinguished personage we
thought hirn to be.
A letter arrived from Uncle Wil
bur a week before his expected ar
rival. He would, he said, be delayed
because of business reasons. He
thanked us for our eagerness to have
him with us, and declared he was
looking forward to the day when once
more he would be united with the
last surviving members of his fam
ily. The letter contained a check ol
no small amount which he directed
us to feel free to use for our personal
needs.
The delay gave us further time tc
complete preparations. Moreover,
the postponement and the check
served to increase our interest and
form a clear mental picture of the
man who, it appeared, was to be
come our benefactor.
For a month, we heard no fur- !
ther word from Uncle Wilbur. And
when another week had passed we
began to despair of his coming. Our !
friends began to talk and wonder
and suggest among themselves that
our Uncle Wilbur was “mythical”
after all. Sally wrote again, but re
ceived no answer. And as the weeks
dragged by we spoke of Uncle Wil
bur less often when folks were about
for fear of hearing a soft but clear
snicker in some remote corner of
the room.
It was nearly fall when next we
heard of Uncle Wilbur. A knock
sounded on our door one evening,
and upon opening it I discovered
there a small man with a gray
beard. The beard was stained with
tobacco juice. The face of him
was wizened and leathery looking.
His eyes were red and watery.
He seemed shrunken and bent and
dried up. I would have closed the
door on him, had he not thrust him
self inside and said he had word
for us from Uncle Wilbur.
There was a dirtiness about the
little man that provoked our dis
gust, though we listened to his tale
and then sent him away.
He told us that he came from Un
cle Wilbur to deliver a message,
which message he presented me in
rather a bulky envelope. As we
talked the w’atery eyes of him dart
ed about the room and I saw on his
face a look which would have
aroused in me a feeling of pity, had
It been a less despicable counte
nance.
The little man departed at last,
having told us but vaguely about
Uncle Wilbur, confirming only the
facts about him we already knew.
As soon as he had gone we opened
the package and found it to con
tain the last will and testament of
our dear old uncle. He had be
queathed us his entire fortune,
which was greater than we had at
first supposed. A brief note ac
companied the testament, written in
Uncle Wilbur’s curious hand, stat
ing that he was at death’s door. He
had learned, he said, of our plans
for his reception and of the picture
we had conjured in our minds of his
personal appearance. He hoped we
would carry that memory with us
always.
On the day following the body of
a man was recovered from the river
below the mill. The man was small
and bearded and dirty looking. No
papers of identification were on his
person, though we recognized him
as our visitor of the night previous.
And in memory of our distinguished
uncle we saw that the poor chap had
a proper burial.
And that was the last we ever
heard of Uncle Wilbur.
National Forest Rangers
Have Numerous Duties
Deep in primeval wilderness of
Olympic National park, a National
Park Service ranger makes a read
ing of weather recording instru
ments, at one of the stations scat
tered about the park’s 835.000 acres.
The information he obtains he ra
dios back to park headquarters.
This is but one of the many duties
a park ranger must perform, as on
horseback or afoot, he makes long
and ofttimes lonely patrols of the
park area.
Park rangers usually are college
graduates in forestry, biology or
botany; obtain their appointments
through exceedingly stiff civil serv
ice examinations, and while on duty
are subject to call 24 hours a day.
During the forest fire danger sea
son, the ranger carries a “smoke
chaser" pack, that includes a map,
compass, first-aid kit, hand pump,
fire tools and two days’ emergency
rations. He carries this outfit on
his back while on patrols ranging
from 5 to 20 miles a day.
The ranger acts as guide, coun
sellor and friend to visitors to the
national park, while at other times
his portable short-wave radio ia
often his only means of communica
tion with park headquarters. He
must be prepared to repair tele
phone lines in the wilderness, some
times damaged by storms and fall
ing trees. While on the trail the
ranger is his own cook. Ho*cakes,
bacon and eggs are standard fare,
rarely fresh meat or vegetables.
And at night, he beds down, his
horse tethered nearby, in some
mountain meadow or beside a
stream. He never uses his saddle
for a pillow; rolled up jeans are
more comfortable But the saddle
makes a good wind-break.
NATIONAL
AFFAIRS
Reviewed by
CARTER FIELD
Willkie *out of step’ with
party, but apparently
takes wiser course . . .
Predict more govern
ment ownership of
electrical industry.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
WASHINGTON.—*TJ1 bet they are ]
awful mad with me,” Wendell L.
Willkie remarked to a personal
friend after testifying before the
senate foreign relations committee
and conferring with President
Roosevelt on the Lease-Lend bill.
He was talking about the Repub
lican leaders in congress. He was
absolutely right. They are. and
have been for some time.
But the question is: Have they the
right to be? Certainly Willkie never
concealed his attitude about helping
Britain during the recent political
battles.
It is a fact that WiUKie is out ol
step with the men who will probably
decide who is to be the next chair
man of the Republican National
committee. It is obviously a fact
that he is out of sympathy with a
majority of the Republicans in both
house and senate.
But neither of these facts is of any
great moment NOW. It may be tre
mendously significant by 1944, or it
may not.
CONSIDER POSSIBILITIES
Consider the possibilities. First,
let’s take the one that Britain may
go down in the meantime. It is
extremely likely that a vast major
ity of the people of this country will
be distressed by the fact—will wish
that it could have been averted.
People feeling that way will be apt,
it would seem, to be bitter against
the political leaders who tried to
prevent the largest measure of aid
possible to Britain.
Or suppose that Britain is still
fighting in 1944. Most people in
Washington believe that if the war
lasts that long we will be in it, and
on the side of Britain. If that is so,
it would not seem likely that to have
opposed aid to Britain in 1940 and
1941 would be a healthy position for
any candidate to occupy.
Or suppose there is peace by 1944.
That will involve entirely the sort
of peace it is—as to what public
sentiment about the whole situation
will be in this country. But if his
tory is any guide, more people will
be displeased than pleased by the
peace terms.
But in order to imagine a situation
in which public sentiment would
turn strongly to the men who op
posed aid to Britain it is virtually
necessary for there to have been a
revulsion of sentiment here against
Britain as a result of some devel
opment concerning the ending of the
war or the peace terms. It seems
a bit thick, with the betting odds
heavily favoring the Roosevelt-Will
kie position being more popular than
that taken by Sen. Burton K. Wheel
er and Republican House Leader
Joe Martin.
• • •
Predict More Public
Ownership of Electricity
A very shrewd observer in the
electrical industry predicts that
within the next few years the pro
portion of government-owned sys
tems will reach 40 per cent of the
total. Actually this view is regard
ed by most disinterested observers
as very conservative indeed. There
are those who expect the next few
decades to witness the disappear
ance of the privately owned electric
utility.
Some critics say that the govern
ment is rather slow in recognizing
a fact capable of demonstration—
that steam is cheaper than water
power in many instances, though
lacking in its appeal to the popular
imagination. Political platforms
and political oratory have made
much of the public right to the nat
ural blessing of falling water.
But the tendency is significant. So
far most of this turning to steam is
“incidental”—not a happy word to
the last ditch opponents of govern
ment ownership, since it was “in
cidental power,” almost unavoid
able in a dam project designed for
navigation and flood control, which
steered the TVA safely past the Su
preme court.
Steam generation is “incidental”
for the next little period in this
march of government ownership be
cause it is being projected almost
exclusively in areas where it is to
supplement hydroelectric power.
But the day is in sight when gov
ernment steam plants will not be
merely supplemental to existing hy
dro projects.
So long as the battle was waged
on hydro power almost exclusively,
the government had enormous ad
vantages. It could charge off a big
fraction of the first cost of the dam
and reservoir—the main elements of
cost in any hydro project being in
terest on the investment—to flood
control and navigation. Then, with
government bonds, it could borrow
i the money more cheaply. Finally
I it escaped a large fraction, at least,
i of the federal and local tax burdens
of its private competitor. With
I steam, the battle is more nearly
even, though the borrowing and tax
advantages still lie with the gov
ernment.
CREMATION
FOREST LAWN CEMETERY
• OMAHA •
CREMATION
of the most modern type
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POPCORN
WANTED POPCORN
Crib lots only. Also 1941 acreage contracts
considered. Write CONFECTION CABI
NET COUP., 4»0 W. Erie St.. Chicago, III.
If You Read in Bed
You’ll Want This Bag
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
T'HIS bag was planned as a hos
pital gift for someone who was
finding days in bed difficult enough
without having books, magazines,
writing materials and spectacle
case scattered about and forever
getting lost. If you like to take an
assortment of reading matter to
bed, sick or well, you will enjoy
a bag like this. Its hanger hook
may be sewed to box springs.
The bag shown here was made
of a remnant of heavy cotton up
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holstery material in tones of green
with a touch of red in the pattern.
The red was repeated in the
sateen lining. The sketch gives
all the dimensions and shows how
the lining and the outside part
were made. A coat hanger was
cut down to measure 12 inches
from end to end and was placed
between the lining and the out
side; these being stitched together
around the top, as illustrated.
NOTE: As a service to our readers Mn.
Spears has prepared a series of six book
lets of her original ideas. Each booklet
contains 32 home-making projects with Il
lustrated directions. Booklets are num
bered from 1 to 6, numbers 3 and 4 con
taining directions for other types of bags
and door poci.ets that will make house
keeping easier. Booklets are 10c each and
may be ordered direct from:
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS
Drawer 10
Bedford Hills New York
Enclose 10 cents for each book
ordered.
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Relief At Last
For Your Cough
Creornulsicn relieves promptly be
cause it goes right to the seat of the
trouble to help loosen and expel
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
to soothe and heal raw, tender, In
flamed bronchial mucous mem
branes. Tell your druggist to sell you
a bottle of Creomulsion with the un
derstanding you must like the way it
quickly allays the cough or you are
to have your money back.
CREOMULSION
for Coughs, Chest Colds, Bronchitis
Deception
The silly when deceived exclaim
loudly; the fool complains; the
honest man walks away and is
silent.—La Noue.
BUREAU OF
STANDARDS
• A BUSINESS
organization which wants
to get the most for the
money sets up standards
by which to judge what
is offered to it, just as in
Washington the govern
ment maintains a Bureau
of Standards.
•You can have your own
Bureau of Standards, too.
Just consult the advertis
ing columns of your news
paper. They safeguard
your purchasing power
every day of every year.