LET 'ER BUCK 



What of the buckaroos left in the walks of the dis- 

 aster ? They have all picked themselves up out of the 

 dust and the wreck — only a bit bruised and cut up. 

 The worst one hurt is Braden Gerking, who had the 

 biceps muscles of his left arm torn and laid down near 

 the hollow of his elbow — enough of a shock to make 

 many a stout man faint. Braden, however, is walking 

 off the track alone, nursing his injury with his other 

 hand, but now the first aids have collared him. He 

 walked away between two of them with a sickly smile. 

 This ends one of the most spectacular episodes ever 

 witnessed in an arena. 



If at first you could not get hold of the imagination 

 and the sentiment that is back of all this, and if it 

 seems only a rough and tumble cowboy carnival, 

 nevertheless, you find yourself on your feet, whooping, 

 cheering with the rest of them. 



ROPE 'IM COWBOY 



To rope, ''bust" and "hogtie" a wild Texas long- 

 horn single-handed, within two minutes, is a sport 

 which represents the daily work of the range. Unus- 

 ual turns and incidents may easily send hopes glimmer- 

 ing as the precious 120 seconds slip by. Men of quick 

 eye and steady nerve each start their thirty feet behind 

 the longhorn, who may jump the arena fence like a 

 deer and again and again dodge when it hears the first 

 swish of the rope. 



The rope may break on the tautening, or the saddle 

 may slip, as in the case of Bill Mahafrey, who landed 

 on his head with foot caught in the stirrup and but for 

 the splendidly trained cow-pony might have been drag- 

 ged and killed; or as in the case of the intrepid Floyd 



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