CHAPTER III 



A NEW START IN THE GREAT SOUTHWEST 



When I left Milwaukee for Texas, I was a 

 young fellow, just twenty-one, and had never 

 been more than two hundred miles from home. I 

 was a typical middle-westerner and my ideas of 

 life and the world were pretty simple ones. 



I had no more conception of what I would find 

 in Texas than I now have of the next world. I 

 selected Texas as a place to go to merely because 

 the name had charms for me and because it was 

 far away. 



I had in my possession a letter from one of my 

 instructors to the State Veterinarian of Texas 

 and on this letter I banked for a start. The State 

 Veterinarian at that time resided in Houston and 

 to that point I purchased my ticket, taking 

 advantage of the colonist rates then in force 

 which gave me a ticket to Houston and return for 

 twenty-two dollars and fifty cents. The return 

 portion of this ticket I have still in my keeping 

 and it is a highly treasured souvenir. 



My route lay over the Chicago, Milwaukee and 

 St. Paul road to Kansas City and from Kansas 

 City over the "Katy" (Missouri, Kansas & 

 Texas), through the old Indian Territory. I 

 remember, better than all else on this trip, the 

 booming towns in the territory where oil had 

 recently been struck. Never before, nor since, 

 have I seen such an example of hustle and bustle. 



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