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[[leftmost top column, cut off]] from New York that we knew how powerful his preachin' was. He'd heard about Lem an' tells me one day that Lem's been livin' the life and lyrics of a song he wants to write. Now, lots of people have had songs writ about 'em 'cause they did somethin'–stood on a burnin' deck–made goo goo eyes–ran out of bananas–or headed or the last roundup, but Lem gets into this song cause he don't do nothin'; ain't got nothin' and on't plan on doin' nothin' but nothin'. I sees that he meets Lem, but Lem don't help at all, he throws this song writin' fella way off his track. "First," says Lem, "why have new songs. The best ones is the old ones, and they're a darn site easier to remember." [[left top column, cut off]] The people that prints his music wants to know where the song is. You're goin' to hear that song, you're goin' to hear it a lot. It's got a nice lazy swing to it–it fits Lem all right and here's how it got written. All the time Lem and that fella' was agruin', or better say agreein' about eliminatin' them flies was writin' the mysic, lightin' on them empty papers an' puttin' dots on an' between teh lines. While this fella was packin' up Lem says, "Quick Johnny, get the Flit, if you don't them tobacco-chewin' flies is goin' to load him down with a couple operies an' he'll never escape. –From the Editor's book Desert Rough Cuts, A haywire History of Borrego Desert, Ritchie Press, Los Angeles, (out of print 10 years). These are the yarns the old keeper of the "Busy Bee" store told. [[middle top column, cut off]] A See-bee's Grand Pa Saying is one thing and doing is another. In Montana a railway bridge had been destroyed by fire, and it was necessary to replace it. The bridge engineer and his staff were ordered in haste to the place. Tow days later came the superintendent of the division. Alighting form his private car, he encountered the old master bridge-builder. "Bill," said the superintendent–and the words quivered with energy–"I want this job rushed. Every hour's delay costs the company money. Have you got the engineer's plans for the new bridge?" "I don't know," said the bridge-builder, "whether the engineer has the picture drawed yet or not, but the bridge is up and the trains is passin' over it." [[right top column, cut off]] not carin' much if he did sleep away some of his time life Fig Tree John says he would, because no one ever come up on top of the mountain to his mine anyway. But he did hide the shovels, not wantin' to be buried and after tyin' up the baby burro he put out enough hay to keep the runt goin' for eleven days. Bein' set for emergency after he gave himself over to keepin' close account of the way that jumpin' cactus stuff acted, till he lost consciousness. It;s hard to tell how long Rip did sleep, but when he woke up snow was blown' in from the ridge thru a big sag in the cabin floor and was froze stiff. He pulls himself to the door and looks for the baby burro, but all there is is the piece of ragged wet rope hangin' from the post. Rip fig- [[rightmost top column, cut off]] last spree. When he gets to the town he asks, "Where's the Busy Bee store?" "Is it supposed to be in Borego Valley?" one in the crowd asks him. "Well," snorts Rip, feelin' older by minute, "it always has been." With that the fellow throws back his head and laughs. "You're way off," he tells Rip, pointin' up. "See that mountain there? Well, if you go to the top of it and drop down the other side you'll come to the Busy Bee store." Rip was laughin, too, when he finally got back to his place on my counter. He says he bet there's a lot of women wish they could get rid of fifteen years that quick. –From "Life" magazine, August, 1932. [[left-hand side, in the middle]] Sheepherders Sheepherders go out into the hills with several thousand head and one human companion. The natural result is that the pair, forced on one another when they least want it, form the habit of hating each other. An ex-sheepherder once told me of a fellow he once rode with. Not a word had passed between them for more than a week, and that night as they rolled up in their blankets his partner suddenly asked: "Hear that cow beller?" "Sounds to me like a bull," I replied. "No answer, but the following morning I noticed him packing up." "Going to leave" I questioned. "Yes," he replied. "What for?" "Too much argument." RATTLESN AKE STORY Buffalo Bull Maxwell head man of the Randsburg Desert Museum reports a sad happening in Spring District. According to Buffalo, Larry Reynolds, mechanic at Hardy Witts garage was bitten by a rattlesnake yesterday and in spite of everything they could do, the snake died within 30 minutes. TOURISTS People who travel thousands of miles to get a picture of themselves standing by the car. One Year $2.00 Single Copy 250 Grabstaker: The late Sootty Allaz The Pony Express Stories of Pioneers and Old Trails [[image]] Herb S. Hamlin, Editor Address All Mall to THE PONY EXPRESS 795 Sutter Sttreet San Francisco 9, Calif. Published MOnthly at Placerville, California, Formerly Hangtown MATT WEINSTOCK In his book My L. A. tells of the Mexicans of the Belvedere District as only Matt can tell 'em. The battle of the sexes comes in for considerable attention at Belvedere Justice Court. There was the case of the man charged with battery. He had viciously beaten his lady friend. She was in court and bruises were visible on her face and arms. They sat silently glaring at each other as the judge read the arrest report. At length he looked up and said: "Say, why don't you two get married?" The man grumbled something unintelligible. The judge turned to the woman and asked:" Would you marry him?" "Yes," she said eagerly. The judge turned to the man. he explained that the maximum sentence for his offense was six months in jail. Did he think he wanted to marry her? The man, still sullen, said he guessed he did. "All right," said the judge, "you two go downtown and get a marriage license and come back here." "But I have a marriage license," the woman broke in, reaching into her purse. "We got it four years ago, but we never used it." A recess was taken and the judge performed the ceremony in his chambers. The woman was bright-eyed, the man doggedly reluctant. As they walked out, she smiled defiantly: "I don't care if he leaves me now." Everybody is eagerly waiting for Matt's new book––SOUTH FROM TEHACHAPI. GHOST TOWN A Great Collection of RElics, a Faithful Reproduction of a Composite Old West Ghost Town Open Daily, 12 noon to 9 p. m. Come and have FUN and a GOOD DINNER KNOTTS BERRY FARM BUENA PARK, CALIFORNIA 22 Miles Southeast of Los Angeles Would like to hear from or learn the whereabouts of KLONDYKE BOB STEFA 2515 E. 2nd Street Los Angeles 33, California [[middle of the page]] NOT MUCH TO TALK ABOUT [[Image]] [[Image]]Night-Watchman, Fort Oliver The insurance man went to the hospital to see Dynamite Dan. He wanted a full account of the mine explosion; wanted all the details- "Well sir," said Dan, "it was like this: you see I was standing with me back to the mine. All of a sudden I hears a hell of a noise; then sir, this yellow headed nurse, she says to me, "set up an' try to take this'" DESERT RATS AND SOURDOUGHS about the same Black Sullivan, who used to be Dawson, was given the job of escorting a "looney" outside. All the boys gave him much advise. Said one" "Be sure and handcuff yourself to him or you may wake up and find him gone." "If I lose him," answered Black, "I'll just grab the first prospector I come to and nobody will ever know the difference." F.A. Collarman, DESERT RAT CIRCUS Ideas for a Desert Circus have been sent me by many...of my readers. Your Editor stage Gold Gulch at the 1935 San Diego Exposition An idea that just wont die I WILL PRING LETTERS ON THE SUBJECT Mirage Center, California Dear Desert Rat: An association of capitalists was formed here the other day for the purpose of promoting a chain of rodeo bowls in the desert area. As yet the names of those active in the affair are not available for publication but it can be stated here that the group comprises an array of starry eyed Peg Leg mine hunters. The program as outlined calls for the construction of elaborately designed bowls with almost unheard of structural and lighting effects. Plans call for the staging the wildest, buckingest, pitcingest, kickingest, throwingest, butt dozingest performances ever seen at a wild west show. Every devise that money can buy will go into the making of comfort of the patrons. Even the loges will be furnished with saddle seat chairs with stirrups attached in order that the Hollywood cowboys may have an imaginary ride in unison with the buckeroos. Desert atmosphere will prevail throughout the performances, even to the novelty stunts such as jack rabbit roping, burro wrestling, catching greased coyotes, rolling barrel cactus, hurdling chollas, etc. In all bronco busting contests the wrangler will mount his cayuse by dropping from a helicopter. From there he will be on his own. Plans for eleven of the bowls are almost complete. These will be the Sand Dune Bowl at Yuma, the Mirage Bowl at Desert Center, the Silt Bowl at El Centro, the Locust Bowl at Brawley, the Typhoon Bowl at Salton Sea, the Barnacle Bowl at Coachella, the Gnat Bowl at Indio, the Rat Bowl at 1000 Palms, the Black Widow Bowl at Palm Springs, the Hurricane Bowl at Whitewater, and the Cockroach Bowl at Palm Desert. To complete the annual circuit with a rodeo each month some consideration was given to the construction of a twelfth bowl. This would be the Chuckaluck Bowl at Morongo Valley, the event to be held during the skiing season. GEO.A.STINGLE SQUAW WOOD Brewery Gulch Philosophy By LAL A boy and his god. Did you ever notice that mellow misty-eyed look a fellow gets as he watches a boy striding down the street with a happy adoring dog romping at his side? Does he live again another day when he and his old dog romped and played the same way? Is hi visualizing the night long ago when his mother, standing over a cringing boy with his dog hidden under the cover, trying to be gentle as she says, "But Son, your dog hasn't been bathed or cleaned, and besides a dog is neither a sanitary or healthful bed companion." While the boy wonders if mother doesn't know how nice and warm that furry is to stick your cold feet against, and why can't mother understand that wonderful feeling a guy gets when he cuddles to such a woolly loveable companion. Is there a birth of loving-loyalty at that time which years, knowledge and comprehension can never drown? Just look at a man's reaction about his dog. If a neighbor causes his wife anguish, that guy gets sore. He doesn't like to see his wife upset that way, besides it interferes with his evening's rest. Let another neighbor speak harshly to one of his children and he's mad enough to fight. But Oh, Brother! Just kick his dog! DESERT BEACH SALTON SEA Play in the Sun, In the Water and Under the Wind [[image]] The SOUTH SEAS of the DESERT 250 Feet Below Sea Level Swimming and Boating Desert and Seashore Homesites 9 1/2 Miles East of Mecca, California ALL THE TIME BROKE The scene was set in a gambling hall in Tonopah. Each night seated at the same table of chance, is a Chinaman and each night a Salvation Army lass makes her rounds, seeking donations for the cause. Each night also, the sectarian approaches the Oriental and in a soft voice, askes, "Will you give a gift for Jesus Christ?" The Chinaman was a good gambler and was usually winning, so when the damsel requested money the man from China would nonchalantly toss her a five dollar gold piece. One night, however, the Chinaman's luck had abandoned him and he was in a surly mood. As usual the Salvation miss entered. She made the rounds of all the tables, and finally came to the table of the Oriental. Again in her soft voice she asked, "Will you give a gift for Jesus Christ?" The Chinaman gave her a disgusted look and blurted, "Wht's a molla that Jee Clie all time bloke?" -Excerpts from Chas. Lockwood's Scrapbook PAY DIRT TOO MUCH FOR WELLS FARGO Panamint city was the only mining camp reportedly ever to be refused service by Wells Fargo Co. because the large number of desperados daunted even the intrepid mail and freight carriers, says Lucius Beebe. Only One World Famous Valerie Jean Date Shop [[image]] 11 Miles South of Indio on Highway 99 or Please Mail Your Order 1 lb. Finest Dates and Confections, $1.30 3 lbs. Finest Dates and Confections, $3.50 Including Delivery - Write for Folder VALERIE JEAN DATE SHOP Thermal, Calif.
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