A SHOOTING STAR 



And Others Go 

 SAILING HIGH 



They indeed catch 'em young, treat 'em rough— but— they tell 

 *em everything at Pendleton, at least they give them every oppor- 

 tunity to find out for themselves. I refer to the aspirants in the 

 buckaroo game. Hot Foot on the right, is again up to his old 

 tricks and keeping this young buckaroo guessing whether he's 

 about to be a-foot or a-horseback, but he's staying with him well. 



I remember seeing Morris Temple, a wee laddie of barely five 

 years, knocking about Main Street alone on a big dobbin', and a 

 few Round-Ups ago I watched that young buckaroo Darrell 

 Cannon, an embryo new "star" on the Round-Up firmament, 

 make his first appearance in the arena heavens at thirteen years 

 of age. 



Not only the game, but the prizes are enough to inspire any red- 

 blooded boy or man of the range country, to aspire to win them. 

 When he thinks he is all set and rarin' ter go, he can show up at 

 the Round-Up, sign up, get his number, and draw his hoss, and 

 if he can — go get 'em. What can he get? Well, if he can ride 

 into the world's bucking championship, he rides home a $500 sad- 

 dle, made and presented by a Pendleton harness and saddlery 

 store, the biggest and most complete in the Northwest, and $450 

 in cash ; the second place buckaroo totes home a magnificent 

 Stetson hat presented by a leading department store and tucks 

 $200 into his wallet; the third man in the grand finals buckles 

 round his waist, a beautiful sterling silver belt presented by a 

 leading jeweler, and jams $100 into the pocket of his chaps — some 

 of the rest of "the bunch" collect what their luck in riding or 

 judgment in horseflesh has won. But all have ridden into three 

 days of the old life, if not into the prizes, and get set for another 

 year. 



Each outlaw bucker has his way of bucking and many have 

 many ways. Some "cake-walk" like Hot Foot, others "straight 

 buck," "weave," "double o," "cork screw," "circle," "pivot," 

 "side-throw," "fall back," or "side wind" to rid themselves of the 

 clinging man thing. 



Then again they initiate their riders into their "sky scrape," 

 "sunfish" and "high dive" as Speedball is doing while "Sailing 

 High" with Corporal Roy Hunter, 21st United States Infantry, 

 formerly of Vancouver Barracks. Both of these buckaroos are 

 riding well, for they are riding "slick," that is, riding close seats, 

 fanning, avoiding all artificial means of support and riding in 

 good form and have scratched their mounts at every jump. The 

 most complete example of this, however, caught in the camera, 

 is the remarkable photograph on the cover, of Bill Mahaffey on 

 Iz which, when he said "Let 'er Buck," he said a mouthful. 



