OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS 



"Alfalfa hay, alfalfa hay, alfalfa hay, alfalfa hay, 

 "You're the sweetest weed that grows, alfalfa hay." 



The chorus was equally touching : 



"Alfalfa hay, alfalfa hay, alfalfa hay, alfalfa hay, 

 "You're the sweetest weed that grows, alfalfa hay." 



Bill will also remember "Slim" Allen, the tall, husky 

 cowpuncher who measured over a couple of inches 

 taller than McAdoo himself. When Slim had got 

 acquainted a bit he rustled up to him and seized him 

 by the arm, saying : 



"I'm going to whip hell out of you this afternoon!" 



Pendleton will always remember McAdoo's reply, 

 when, looking his man in the eye he quietly replied, 

 "Well, we will see about that later." 



But the "McAdoo" Slim referred to was the horse 

 named in honor of the distinguished visitor whom he 

 had drawn to ride in the bucking contest — which to 

 Bill's satisfaction, in about five bucks landed his rider 

 in Round-Up park. 



Just as in the Round-Up arena the events portray 

 more especially the work of the range, and in Happy 

 Canyon, the night show is shown the life of the fron- 

 tier town, so the Westward Ho Parade, as it wends its 

 way along the pavements of little Pendleton on the 

 Saturday or last morning of each annual Round-Up, 

 presents a panorama which epitomizes the Old West — 

 the Old West on the move. Led by the mounted cow- 

 boy band, with the Governor of Oregon usually in the 

 place of honor, came the president and members of 

 the Round-Up committee, clean-cut ranchmen and 

 stockmen types, heading the parade. These committee- 

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