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10. Undaunted Courage and Fine Generalship

Bob Alexander University of North Texas Press ePub

SPRINGTIME OF 1893 HAD CLOSED finding U.S. Deputy Marshal/Special Ranger Baz Outlaw sitting in a reasonably good position career-wise. Certainly, despite the intermittent drunken and messy imbroglios of the past, maybe his word about foregoing taking a drink would stand good. Unquestionably, several Big Bend Country folks thought he was yet the man to turn to in a crisis. John Humphries, the storeowner previously advancing Baz cash in lieu of Captain Frank Jones forwarding Outlaw's quarterly pay vouchers, apparently had forgotten and/or forgiven—or it never had amounted to too much in the first place. Subsequent to some intricate consultations of a serious nature, John Humphries carried the message. Civilian Humphries wrote to Baz Outlaw enjoining him to exercise his authority as a federal officer: Proclaiming to the deputy marshal that the “Mescal business” at the Chispa Coal Mines must be stopped. The novice would-be lawmen had concocted what they believed was an ingenious plan. As it was spelled out to the Deputy U.S. Marshal, they would furnish him—loan him—a Winchester, horse, and saddle for the job.1 Then he could

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III - The Outer World

Ford, Ford Madox Carcanet Press Ltd. PDF



Between my first visit to Henry James and my period of intimacy with him my meetings with Conrad and Crane had taken place. I was then living at Limpsfield, in a region of commons and public woods just across the Kent border in Surrey. A mistaken search after high thinking took me to Limpsfield; all the while I was there I was humiliated at being in Surrey and not in Kent. Kent is a man’s county, with hops, orchards, chalk downs, Men of Kent. You can see France from Kent; from Surrey you can only see the loom of

London lights on the sky. It is in a county of commuters and

Limpsfield was a queer place as outer fringes of suburbs are apt to be. Their inner regions are conventional, crowded and wealthyish: their outer rings are sparsely settled and given over to odd people.

Limpsfield was the extra-urban headquarters of the Fabian

Society. Its permanent secretary dwelt there and there meetings sanctioning the marriages of members – in the case of the

Committee usually with wealthy American women – were held.

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8 Special Officer Joseph Burch Loper (October 20, 1920)

Richard F. Selcer and Kevin S. Foster University of North Texas Press ePub


Special Officer Joseph Burch Loper

(OCTOBER 20, 1920)

“A Sad Tale of Murder and Redemption”

Five months after George Gresham went down, violence claimed its second victim that same year. The second officer killed was Joseph Burch Loper, known to friends and colleagues as “Burch” or “J. B.” At the time of his death Loper was a special officer, commissioned by the city of Fort Worth but on the payroll of the St. Louis–San Francisco Railway (“the Frisco”). Even as a security cop, Loper was still part of the close-knit fraternity of lawmen so his demise was treated as a “death in the family.”

Watercolor portrait of Officer Joseph Burch Loper by Robin Richey taken from poor-quality 1920 newspaper photo (only image known to exist today). (Courtesy of Fort Worth Police Officers Association)

The railroads were the biggest employer of special officers. The Frisco, as one of the last lines to come to Fort Worth, had been a local presence ever since acquiring the old Fort Worth and Rio Grande Railway in 1919. Loper went to work for them soon after that. The job entailed a lot of long, lonely nights patrolling the rail yards. The Frisco’s freight office was located in the Texas and Pacific Reservation on Railroad Avenue (now Vickery Street). Its main yards were on Eighth Avenue just south of downtown.

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16. The Modern Cattle Business

John R. Erickson. Photographs by Kristine C. Erickson University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter Sixteen

The Modern Cattle Business

Many colorful character-types entered the drama of American history and then disappeared when economic conditions changed. The fur trapper, the Indian trader, the buffalo hunter, the gold prospector, the riverboat pilot, and the traildriver all made glorious but brief appearances on the western stage. Not one of these characters exists today, and their demise can be explained in simple economic terms: they disappeared when their professions ceased to be profitable ventures.

Compared to the traildriver and the buffalo hunter, whose golden ages lasted about a decade, the cowboy has been a durable figure. Since he has lasted more than a hundred years through good times and bad, we might be tempted to say that he’s immune to the laws of economics and that he will always be with us. That may or may not be true. The working cowboy (as opposed to the “urban cowboy” or the cowboy-aslegend) functions in an economic milieu: ranching, the business of raising beef cattle for a profit. If ranching ever disappears from the scene, the working cowboy will go with it. Any discussion of the modern cowboy would be incomplete without some mention of ranch economics and a look at the bottom line.

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Chapter 2 These Desperate Scoundrels and Out Laws

Rick Miller University of North Texas Press PDF



These Desperate

Scoundrels and

Out Laws


he Civil War ended in 1865, and Texas struggled to restore some equilibrium throughout its many communities. Young Bill Long­ ley reportedly dropped out of his schooling and acquired a six-shooter and a horse, like many other young men in those unsettled times. And thus began the confusing mixture of fact and fiction that complicates a straightforward telling of Long­ley’s short criminal career.

Some have written that in 1866, fifteen-year-old Long­ley jumped a train in order to go to Houston, where he could get his hands on a pistol. This seems a little contrived, given the ready availability of firearms. However, as the story goes, in the teeming streets of Houston, he saw firsthand how “the newly-freed Negroes had taken over the new State Police and created clashes with the white man.”

Long­ley supposedly took up with another young white man, and having nowhere to stay, they decided to bed down in an alley.

According to the story, they were confronted by a blue-uniformed black policeman swinging a lead ball on a leather thong, commonly called a mace. The officer demanded to know what they were doing and, instead of searching them, ordered them to undress. Long­ley’s

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25. A Postmortem

Ralph H. Nutter University of North Texas Press PDF

25: A Postmortem


o history of the Army Air Forces in World War II would be complete without a discussion of the strains on Gen. "Hap"

Arnold, the leader and driving force of the Air Force in

World War II. He sacrificed his health to achieve victory. For the first time in its history, the Air Force had an important role in the conduct of a war. In World War I it was little more than an observation unit and adjunct artillery for the army. Fighter pilots engaged in exciting aerial battles over the front lines, but they contributed little to the Allied victory.

In the late 1930s, the Air Corps's equipment was obsolete. President Roosevelt foresaw that we would eventually become involved in a war against Hitler. Before the war, he selected General Arnold to build up an air force. The president became one of Arnold's strongest supporters during World War II. Arnold attended meetings of the Joint Chiefs of Staff as a subordinate of Gen. George Marshall.

Both he and the president believed in the important role airpower would play in achieving victory in Europe and the Pacific.

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5 Constable Robert Emmett Morison (November 8, 1916)

Richard F. Selcer and Kevin S. Foster University of North Texas Press ePub


Constable Robert Emmett Morison1

(NOVEMBER 8, 1916)

“Died a martyr to his duty”

Robert Emmett Morison was the first Tarrant County constable to die in the line of duty, a victim of old-fashioned “lead poisoning,” as they used to call it. But demon rum was just as much to blame. The Constable’s death was an example of what happens when strong personalities mix with strong drink and guns.

This rough sketch, handed down through the family, is the only known representation of Emmett Morison. Date and artist unknown. (Courtesy of Terry Baker)

Morison, who went by his middle name, was a career lawman who wore several badges during a long career but never strayed far from home. He was first elected town marshal of Mansfield in 1881, nine years before the town was incorporated. Under state law, unincorporated towns could not have a marshal, so his title was unofficial; he really functioned more as a “regulator” than a regular marshal.2 On November 5, 1912, he was elected constable of Tarrant County Precinct No. 8 (Mansfield) and was re-elected in 1914.3

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Chapter 7. Regional Politics, Diplomacy, and Military Preparations for Invasion

James T. Gillam University of North Texas Press PDF


Regional Politics, Diplomacy, and

Military Preparations for Invasion

March 11 to May 18, 1970



In the late winter and early spring of 1970, the Vietnam War intensified dramatically for the 1st Battalion, 22nd Infantry

Brigade. At the same time, complications in the political and diplomatic situation in Southeast Asia set the stage for the

Cambodian invasion of 1970. Of course, they also raised the war’s intensity another notch.

In Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia, Premier Lon Nol and Prince Sirik Matok were at the end of a four-year struggle to oust Prince Norodhom Sihonouk, Cambodia’s monarch, from power. A main point of contention between the two factions was

Sihonouk’s inability to force the North Vietnamese and their protégé, the Khmer Rouge, from Cambodia. The NVA were in

Cambodia because Hanoi had extended the Ho Chi Minh Trail supply line through eastern Cambodia to avoid American air and ground attacks. Hanoi also supported the Khmer Rouge communist movement to destabilize the Cambodian government as a means to help protect the supply line and extend its power in the region.

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Chapter 2: Police Officer John A. Ogletree (May 15, 1913)

Richard F. Selcer and Kevin S. Foster University of North Texas Press PDF


Police Officer John A. Ogletree

(MAY 15, 1913)

“A brave officer who died in pursuit of his duty”

TOMMIE LEE WAS A BAD MAN; there could be no doubt about that to the Fort Worth police. But they saw him as something even worse: a “bad nigger,” which in the Jim Crow era was perhaps the worst epithet in police vernacular.1 The authorities knew him as an unregenerate gambler, thief, brawler, and killer.

He was a tyro at the first two, but a master at murder and mayhem. He had already killed two or three men even before the events of May 15, 1913.

His full name was Tom Lee Young, but for his own reasons he shortened it to “Tom Lee” after moving to Fort

Worth. The local newspapers that gave him his fifteen minutes of fame, however, insisted on calling him “Tommie

Lee.” (One of the reasons for using the diminutive was because “Tom Lee”

Officer John A. Ogletree, a big, burly man, posed for this formal studio shot in front of a canvas backdrop. Barely visible: the bobby-style helmet that would go out in 1915. Ogletree’s brother is cropped out of this family photo.

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The Geography Of Uncool:Public Transportation

Dani Burlison Petals & Bones Press PDF


possibility; romance, adventure and a microscopic carbon footprint. A winning situation for me and the entire world.

To psych myself up, I thought back to several years ago when I watched Amelie every single night for an entire month in an attempt to revive my faith in love. I figured that if I watched the film often and with the naïvely optimistic, rose-tinted eyes of someone far enough away from the obliteration of heartbreak, that I’d somehow manifest some osmotic boot- knocking. Or something like that. Of course, what made the movie a complete romantic masterpiece wasn’t solely the onscreen presence of the lovely miss

Audrey Tautou or hottie Mathieu Kassovitz and their muchanticipated kiss on her doorstep, but the element of mystery, adventure and hip-quotient that Paris’ public transportation system and its depots seem to exude.

The idea of a chance encounter with a potential mate in the middle of criss-crossing strangers at a bus or train station or while daydreaming out the window, rolling swiftly toward a destination is one that I’d argue most of us have entertained at least once in our lifetimes.

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Chapter 4 • High School Days

Helene LaFaro-Fernandez University of North Texas Press PDF


Chapter 4  •

High School Days

Early in Scotty’s freshman year of high school he started listening to some of the newer jazz music on the radio and spending more time with Dad’s recordings: Art Tatum, George Shearing, Marian McPartland, and Dizzy Gillespie. This music excited him, ignited something inside him and from that time on, he seemed to know this was the music he was going to play. Shortly thereafter, he decided on and began playing the tenor sax.

Scotty participated in almost every musical activity and class the school offered, and there were plenty: theory, advanced theory, orchestra, marching band, concert band, jazz band, boys’ chorus, varsity chorus, and All-State band and orchestra competitions.

“Scotty and I were close friends through high school,” recalls

Bob Umiker, a high school classmate who became the principal clarinetist with the North Arkansas Symphony as well as a professor of music at the University of Arkansas. “As freshmen we had exactly the same class schedule. Scott was still playing bass clarinet in band, but in jazz band he was playing tenor sax, and I played alto. In music theory class one day, I looked over at Scott and shot him with my finger. He accommodated by falling out of his chair, at which time we were kicked out of class for the rest of the year.

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19 Waiting to Go Home

J. Ted Hartman Indiana University Press ePub


Waiting to Go Home

In the early weeks after VE Day, confusion reigned throughout the army. There were so many problems in trying to organize an Army of Occupation and in identifying the processes to follow to make it succeed. There had not been a need for anything like this for over two generations, so experience was lacking. The decision from a higher command to transfer eight of us from the 11th Armored Division to an unattached tank battalion—that is, not part of an armored division—after being in Kremsmunster just three weeks was typical of this confusion. And, of all things, the battalion to which we were transferred was quartered in the barracks at Linz from which we had just moved. One of the nice features about Linz was that they had a fine municipal gym where we could take showers. So we moved back and joined the 748th Tank Battalion.

After just two weeks in Linz, the army again transferred the same eight of us, this time to the 68th Tank Battalion, another unattached unit. This battalion was in Austria but was to be moved to a location near Nürnberg, Germany. (Nuremberg is the English spelling of this German city.) The 68th was to become part of the Army of Occupation. General Patton was now the military governor of Bavaria, so approval for the move had to be obtained from him.

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Nine: Learning to Catch the Bus

Bob Miglani Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

Waiting for perfection will get you nowhere.

There are many times in our lives when we suffer from the waiting problem. We wait for the perfect moment, the right time. We wait until there’s enough in the bank. We wait until the kids get older. We wait until retirement. We wait for the right circumstance, the right person, the right thing to say, the right job, or the right situation. We wait until things are the way we expect them to be, until things fit into our narrative of perfection. We wait for the time when we have full control.

But that time never comes, and we waste all those moments.

Waiting for perfection gets us nowhere, and it only breeds more worry, anxiety, and stress, because we are waiting for something that does not exist. There is no perfect job, no perfect partner, no perfect career, and no perfect moment. There are only people, jobs, and moments. And if we try to force our “ideal” situation on life, we’ll be waiting, stressed and worried, for a long time.

I found myself engaging in this kind of thinking one day as I attempted to do what Indian locals do—catch a bus.

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3. Wilson Ranch

Joe Nick Patoski Texas A&M University Press ePub

The Sandhills of Nebraska have been described by many environment experts as one of the most fragile landscapes in the world. “Majestic” would be the term of choice by inhabitants of the area. Covered in a literal sea of grass, the Sandhills roll in waves for hundreds of miles covering one of the largest underground aquifers in the world. This unique blend of natural resources provides great opportunity for both wonder and devastation.

Ranch families like the Wilsons have been captivated by the wonder of the Sandhills. Their experience, patience, and persistence complement the rich land in creating a fantastic display of natural resource management. Jaclyn Wilson, while not the traditional image of the John Wayne cowboy, follows the true form of innovator. Ms. Wilson made a hard decision to return home, yet it is her un-regretted decision that has and will benefit not only her family but the Sandhills as well.

As you will read in this chapter, the Wilsons have their own unique strategies for private land management with which they excel not only in business but also in conservation. Like their neighbors, they have learned that the best strategies are not ones of force, but rather those of synergy.

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Essays by John James Haynie, Compiled and Edited by Anne Hardin University of North Texas Press PDF


I had three King cornets as a boy. I got the first one when I was about ten years old. It was plain vanilla rough-finish silverplate that cost about $100.00. The photo of me in my band uniform wearing the cocky cap was that one. My second King was a much better horn, and it had a sterling silver bell. I’m holding this horn in the photo that featured me on the cover of the Texas

Music Educator in February 1941. Shortly after this, I got the third one with a gold-plated, hand-engraved bell. It’s no wonder that people thought I was “just a cornet player.” Truth was, the cornet was all I played, until about 1951, when Colonel Earl Irons set up a deal with Heinrich Roth and the Reynolds Company to provide me with a matching cornet and trumpet. I liked the Reynolds horns, and the trumpet was a real treat. Suddenly, all the trumpet music I’d ever wanted to play was there for the picking—trumpet picking, that is. I played on the Reynolds horns until about 1962, years after Mr. Roth sold the company.

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