MILLING WITH THE NIGHT HERD 



those here just now are Hazel Walker, Blanche Mc- 

 Caughey, Minnie Thompson, and "Babe" Lee; there are 

 John Baldwin, Armstrong, Dell Blancett, and Gerking, 

 also Lucian Williams and other Indians, all wonderful 

 riders, and many others among the contestants, from 

 California to the Dakotas, from Mexico to Canada. 

 There are a number new to Pendleton, but there's Mc- 

 Cormack and Bob Cavin, besides many others who 

 rank high among the kings and queens of reinland, 

 whom you will have a better chance to meet tomorrow 

 in the Round-Up Grounds at the tryouts and at the 

 elimination contests in the morning. 



Of course there were a few saloons here as every- 

 where and many of the boys in the old days turned 

 into one or another of the bars and their pool tables 

 and whiled away many an evening at The Idle Hour. 

 But, now, although an occasional tailor may inquire 

 of the successful cattle king whether he wants the hip 

 pocket of his new suit cut for a pint or a quart, while 

 the shadow of the dry season of prohibition in the 

 Northwest is probably no more of a total eclipse than 

 in other parts of the country, about the only way, it 

 is rumored, of getting a little reflected light is to 

 reach down into a badger hole and accidentally find it. 



How usage of terms is limited to their application 

 and localized by the young, the untraveled, or those 

 without the background of literature and history, is 

 evidenced in the case of a Pendleton schoolboy, who 

 recently in the course of his literary studies was ex- 

 plaining a portion of Scott's Lady of the Lake. "Fitz- 

 James arose and sought the moonshine pure," he read, 

 then seriously, he paraphrased — "Fitz- James went out 

 and found a keg of moonshine on the beach." 



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