LET 'ER BUCK 



Argonne echoed to their old slogans, "Powder River" 

 and "Let 'er buck." Every American regiment 

 within their line of march, as well as the French, be- 

 came well acquainted with this little bunch of Eastern 

 Oregon cowboys and their slogan, and more particu- 

 larly with the spirit of the West and the America 

 which they symbolized. 



On every article of furniture of that outfit, guns, 

 trucks, cases, was painted the Round-Up's epic slogan 

 and graced too with a picture of that Pegasus of the 

 West and his rider — the cowboy on a bucking horse. 



At the end of the great drive, this outfit was cited 

 twice by the French government and once by our own. 

 Back in Pendleton, as quickly as they could corral their 

 range togs, they dove again into their chapps and high- 

 heeled boots and dispersed to the ranges; and true to 

 cowboy nature left other bards to sing their praises. 



Pendleton has a way of its own in extending its 

 hospitality in receiving its city's visitors, and William 

 McAdoo and his party will remember for some time 

 the long line of chapped and booted mounted Pendle- 

 tonians drawn up on the sidewalk at the railroad sta- 

 tion to receive him when his train pulled in to the 

 Round-Up. He was promptly adorned with full cow- 

 boy regalia and a splendid mount. In these he made a 

 great hit in the Arena when, instead of the conven- 

 tional rocking-horse lope of the average dignitary, to 

 the surprise of the crowd he gave his horse free rein 

 like a real cowboy. He will remember too how they 

 boosted the well-known Cheyenne prima donna, big 

 Charlie Irwin, up on a cart while he shook his ropes 

 off, from his famous world's championship love dit- 

 tie Alfalfa Hay, and sang it in his droll, serious man- 

 ner to the tune of "Bury My Bones in Alcohol," 



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