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14. Hardin on Trial

Chuck Parsons and Norman Wayne Brown University of North Texas Press ePub

CHAPTER 14

HARDIN ON TRIAL

“I want justice. I want to be dealt with according to law. All I ask is legal protection against mobs.”

John Wesley Hardin, August 28, 1877

Armstrong and Duncan arrived in Texas on August 27. From Longview Duncan sent a telegram to his brother S. W. S. Duncan informing him where they were and that they were “all safe” and that they would arrive in Austin the following day.1 All along the way, once the news was out that Hardin the man-killer was on the train, people crowded the depots desperate to glimpse the notorious desperado. At Palestine, the county seat of Anderson County, a reporter provided a brief description for his readers. Working his way closer amongst the hundreds of people there he saw that Hardin was “heavily ironed with shackles and handcuffs.” He also saw the Rangers; the trio had to disembark to change trains before they “took supper” there at the La Clede hotel on Spring Street, where proprietor James Denyven provided meals to travelers at all hours.2 Someone in the throng called out, “What have you got there?” Aware only of guarding their $4,000 prisoner, neither Armstrong nor Duncan thought of an answer, but Hardin did and responded: “A panther.” At supper they chanced to remove Hardin’s handcuffs and he “ate quite heartily and unconcernedly, his manner being easy and indifferent.” Hardin’s attire even brought attention, “quite ordinary” to the reporter’s eyes, “the Texas white wool hat with dark alpaca coat. His health is good and robust.” A final word of assurance was that “there is no doubt of his identity.”3

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Chapter 16

Mark T. Smokov University of North Texas Press PDF

CHAPTER 16

Death of the Rustler King

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latnose George Currie did not accompany Sundance and Kid Curry to southern Colorado after the Wilcox train robbery, but it was too risky to remain in the area of Hole-in-the-Wall. By December 1899 he was rustling cattle in the Green River country of Utah, and had thrown in with rustler Tom Dilley. While working for the Webster Cattle Company on Hill Creek above Thompson, Dilley had got into a fight with the manager named Fullerton, and Sam Jenkins, a cowboy. All that winter

Dilley and Currie built up a herd by blotching brands, particularly on

Webster cattle. In April 1900 Currie was caught in the act by an employee and ordered off the ranch. The man went for the authorities after

Currie warned him off with his six-gun.1

Grand County Sheriff Jesse M. Tyler and Uintah County Sheriff

William Preece combined posses, and set out to capture the rustler or rustlers. They discovered a deserted camp not far from the McPherson

Ranch on the Green River. The posse searched through the hills until, about noon the next day, they came upon Currie on foot, looking for some stray horses. He answered the command to surrender by firing at the posse with his Winchester and retreating toward the Green River. He reached the river by dark, and either swam across or built a crude raft for the purpose. The morning of April 17 found Currie settled among some boulders on a hill near the river, ready for a siege. Sheriff Preece and his men tried to pick off the outlaw from across the river, while Sheriff

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Postlude

Michael Sparke University of North Texas Press PDF

P o st l u d e

Stan Kenton

(1911–1979)

“To my way of thinking, Stan is the giant of jazz in our time. And even more important—he’s a marvellous human being.”

—Hank Levy to author, April 9, 1972.

Over 30 years after his life ended, one thing is beyond question: Stan Kenton is assured of his place in the pantheon of jazz. He is an heroic figure, a musical crusader. He experienced more triumphant achievements and suffered more humiliating failures than most people would encounter in half a dozen lifetimes. Stan Kenton is as strong as his music. To his fans he is immortal.

At the same time, even Stanley’s enormous reserves of enthusiasm and energy were insufficient to enable him to achieve his greatest goal, and fairly early in his career he realized that his quest to establish a new American concert music that filled the void between jazz and the

European classicals was doomed to failure. There was simply insufficient demand for such music as represented by Innovations and the Neophonic, so instead Stan settled for advancing the music of jazz within the finest orchestras he could muster. For Stan Kenton was of necessity a realist. He could compromise his art to a far greater extent than an idealist like Bob Graettinger, or his contemporaries Bill Russo and Johnny

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Chapter 3

Rebecca McClanahan Indiana University Press ePub

“Through the young orchard, down a steep hill, over the footbridge and across the stream” is how Bessie recalled it decades later. Or “Across the young orchard, down the hill, across the spring,” each recitation beginning and ending with the litany of the journey, as if the path itself were the main attraction. Bessie’s voice on the cassette recording is surprisingly strong and resonant for a woman of ninety-seven, the click of her loose dentures serving as percussion in the pauses between phrases. A family friend made the recording in May 1978, less than a year before Bessie’s death. I wasn’t there in my grandparents’ kitchen at the Circle S farm, where the friend had gathered Bessie, Sylvia, and Arthur as part of an oral history project. But as I listen to the tape, closing my eyes to bring the moment closer, I enter the kitchen, take a seat at the table, and lean my elbows on the oilcloth still damp from a last-minute swipe with Sylvia’s dishrag as she brushed the pie crumbs into her hand. Voices, I believe, bring the dead closer to us than photographs can.

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2. Canton, Illinois, 2008–

Bob Hammel Indiana University Press ePub

Two

First Cook factory at Canton, opened and dedicated in 2009.

“And here comes Bill Cook, not with hundreds of dollars—millions! He gave us hope. He gave us life.”

—Michael Walters

Even the people closest to Bill Cook aren’t sure how long he thought about it before he began the remarkable, even charming, resuscitation job he did on the hometown he loved: Canton, Illinois, which had been given up as moribund by most.

Harriett Beecher Stowe invented the best word for how that Bill Cook ruminating materialized into today’s revitalized Canton. Like Stowe’s twinkly-eyed slave girl Topsy’s self-description in Uncle Tom’s Cabin, every evidence is that it just growed.

And it’s not done. As so many rusting relics that got their restorative TLC, particularly in the senior years of Bill and Gayle Cook, Canton today has an onward-and-upward look of its own momentum.

It’s a kind of love story not new in Canton. It’s hard to tell if it’s more a case of man influencing town than town influencing man, but either way, “charming” still is what that love story is.

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The Real Self

Edited by Karen A. Waldron, Janice H. Brazil, and Laura M. Labatt University of North Texas Press PDF

the real self

Eric Liddell, the famed Scottish missionary and runner, equated faith to running a race, reflecting that the power to see the race to its end comes from within. Indeed, our greatest potential and confidence may emerge from putting one foot forward at a time to take life’s risks. In the following essays and poems, we read of the “truth-telling” self (Muskie, 2000), the real or inner self of women that allows them to be courageous one step at a time in the face of overwhelming obstacles.

In “When I am Asked,” Valerie Bridgeman Davis delves into her reserves

“To reclaim the stolen esteem / And broken spirit of my offspring,” pouring herself into raising strong black men amidst racism and social hostility.

Bridgeman Davis knows that they are society’s future and wants her sons’ first response “to every adversity” to “be a straight back / And a stiffened will.”

Similarly, Joan Loveridge-Sanbonmatsu faces negativity in raising “warrior” sons. In her poems “Enroute From Japan” and “Two Warriors,”she writes about nurturing her sons in a world where prejudice abounds. “Prejudice, in an instant, / is perceived. / Prejudice, like the trailing jellyfish tentacle / stings like a sea wasp / injecting toxic, paralyzing threads into its victim.” LoveridgeSanbonmatsu knows, as Ralph Waldo Emerson writes, that “to be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment,” and creates sons “strong enough to ward off blows.”

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Diagnosis

Dan E. Burns University of North Texas Press PDF

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saving ben: a father's story of autism

“We tried that but he cried.”

And he kept the other kids awake, I thought.

Sue was having no more of this discussion. She hurried us toward the door.

“I’ll bring some Gas-X tomorrow. Dan, let’s go.”

The next day, Ben was in a corner by himself, rocking in his rowboat, staring in the mirror.

“He fusses when we try to make him sit with the other children,” the teacher said, glancing at Ben. “When he’s crabby like that he crawls to the corner and we just leave him alone.”

I didn’t blame her. Do Not Disturb a Quiet Baby.

“Did he take a nap?” I asked.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, Mr. Burns. No, he did not. Do you have a number where you or your wife can be reached during the day?”

On Friday, at naptime, the teacher phoned me. Ben was screeching like an ambulance siren and the other kids were going off like car alarms.

“He’s a lovely little boy,” the teacher said. “I’m afraid we can’t keep Ben.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I couldn’t keep him either.

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3. The Wave Swells

Kathleen Krebs Whitson University of North Texas Press PDF

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fter returning stateside and to civilian life, Priest continued his studies full-time for his master’s degree at the University of California Berkeley. He completed it in May, 1946. Utilizing some of those graduate courses toward the doctorate and his master’s thesis, “Administration of Philippine Education Under the Commonwealth Government,” as the first chapter of his dissertation,

“Philippine Education in Transition,” he earned his Ed. D. from

Berkeley a year later, in May of 1947.

Priest’s war assignment had assisted in his collection of data and had given him the rare opportunity to research a subject for which no other North American academician would have the same knowledge base as he. Finding the time to write had not been a challenge. Priest had acquired a job teaching algebra and basic math at Mountain View, a high school in the Bay Area of northern

California. The classes took little preparation for him and allowed him to work on his dissertation from three p.m. to eleven p.m. each weekday. Gaining approval for his dissertation to move to the next step of defense with the University’s committee was unusually simple. He took the document to his major professor who held it

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Chapter 10. Flying

Kathryn U. Hulings University of North Texas Press PDF

Flying

For a moment, suspended over an expanse of nothingness, their col-

lective breath only a speckle in the span of totality, my family flew. Of course, I wasn’t with them; I am permanently grounded by my abdomen full of internal adhesions. So, when my family took to the skies without me on a clear summer day in Southern Colorado, it was meant to be a secret. It was a secret for more reasons than just a kindness to spare me any feelings of envy; those motivations would become clearer as the story unfolded. Regardless, I wasn’t supposed to find out—but all covert adventures eventually find a voice. Someone always rats.

Michael, who was fourteen at the time, was the rat of this particular frolic in the wild blue yonder.

“Mommy,” he whispered into the phone from the comfort of a cozy room at a Holiday Inn, “I have a secret.”

Michael, Jim, and Edie had traveled to Cañon City to compete in the Summer Swim Club State Meet. They’d left me home to relax, to find my bearings after a hot, sweaty July filled with physical challenges.

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6. Deadly Streets of Cotulla

Paul N. Spellman University of North Texas Press PDF

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DEADLY STREETS OF

COTULLA

On account of old troubles, too much talk, and reported threats the two factions came very near having serious trouble here.

“Which accounts for a trainload of extremely disgusted gentlemen in an uproar of fancy vests and neckwear being spilled from their Pullmans in the early morning following the fight,” concluded O.

Henry in his short story Hygeia at the Solito.1 But not everyone who disembarked exhibited gloomy dispositions. The Rangers had not stopped the fight, but what had transpired hardly counted for much of a success for the redoubtable Dan Stuart and his pugilists. Wrote the adjutant general in his official report: “I desire to express my approbation for the intelligent and efficient manner in which Captains Brooks, McDonald,

Hughes and Rogers executed every order and performed every duty.

The Rangers conducted themselves in such manner as to reflect additional credit upon the name of a ranger—already a synonym for courage and duty well performed.

“They were active in the performance of every duty,” wrote Mabry,

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2. New Orleans Music

Dean Alger University of North Texas Press ePub

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New Orleans Music

The Original Music City

Seemingly from every direction in the city, the clarion call of cornets and siren song of clarinets, the sliding, punchy blare of trombones and pounding beat of drums, the strum of guitars and thrum and ricky-tick of banjos poured forth.

In New Orleans from the 1890s through the teens of the twentieth century, music wasn’t just appreciated and plentiful in entertainment venues, it was a pervasive presence; it colored and gave verve and rhythm to daily activities and was woven into the very fabric of life. Danny Barker, jazz guitarist born there in 1909, reported that “the city was full of the sounds of music” in those years.1

As jazz historian James Lincoln Collier points out, “By 1890, New Orleans was a city filled with a rich diversity of musical forms”—from multiple opera houses to symphonies and chamber music groups to a sizable number of “orchestras,” bands, duos and trios playing a wide variety of popular music. An interesting illustration of this is found in volume one of the historic Jelly Roll Morton recordings made with Alan Lomax in 1938 for the Library of Congress. One of the prime “Founding Fathers of Jazz,” Jelly demonstrates how, in New Orleans, an old French quadrille was transformed into the early ragtime, then jazz piece, “Tiger Rag.” He also plays his version of Verdi’s “Miserere.” Research has found that the city had actually “been drenched in music and dancing for nearly two centuries,” with its French and some Spanish history and unique mix of people and races. It’s also worth noting that early on the city’s culture produced the first American to become internationally recognized as both a pianist and composer in the realm of classical music: Louis Moreau Gottschalk, who was born in New Orleans in May 1829. Gottschalk’s compositions also “represent one of the first attempts to introduce native popular and folk music into art music,” most notably in “Bamboula,” “Ballade Creole” and “Chanson Negre.”2

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CHAPTER 13: Meetings With Remarkable People

Frick, Don M. Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

I have a philosophy. I call it the hole-in-the-hedge philosophy. There isn’t much to it. You don’t bother much about goals, plans, accomplishments. When you see a hole in the hedge, and the grass looks greener on the other side, you go through. If you don’t like it over there, you can come back. You can even be fickle about it and go back and forth while you make up your mind. As a matter of fact, you don’t worry much about making up your mind. Something usually happens to make it up for you.

It isn’t a philosophy that is likely to make you rich or famous or even do much good in the world. I don’t recommend it to the ambitious or the overly serious. But you have a lot of fun.

Also get into some trouble. 1

ROBERT K. GREENLEAF, 1954

In midlife, a wondrous gift often comes to those who have made themselves eligible through curiosity, learning, and openness to the bitter— and sweet—juices of life. A more complete solar system begins to take shape in the evolving psyche. The young sun of self-centered ambition and petty ego transforms into a more mature, life-giving source of solid 173values. Old planets of abiding interests find their proper orbits; fresh knowledge and spirit give shape to emerging bodies; a passing comet of insight may be captured and made a permanent part of the structure. This is still a time of dynamism, of seeking, but the shape of the search becomes clearer. The mind works faster and makes richer, deeper connections; heightened powers of discrimination filter out trivial knowledge. It is the time of the beginning of wisdom.

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

Index — 201

cancer-eye, 71 capitalism, 175 caps, 13–14 cartoons, 46 castrating knives, 105 castration, 105–7

Catch Rope: The Long Arm of the

Cowboy (Erickson), 88, 113 catch ropes. See ropes and roping cattle guards, 121 cattle prices, 166

The Cattleman, xiv cattlemen. See ranching cauterizing wounds, 107, 115 cedar fence posts, 119, 122

Central Plains, 11, 83, 125 chaps (chaparejos), 11, 19, 19–22,

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Charles Goodnight, Cowman and

Plainsman (Haley), 189

Charolais cattle, 144, 159

Chase, Jeff, 36, 108

Chase, Tanner, 108 chewing tobacco, 40–42

Chianina cattle, 159 chickens, 160–61, 162, 183 chinks (chaps), 11, 19, 20 chiropractors, 150

Chisum, Jody, 65

Choate, Julian Ernest, 188–89 chronic wasting disease (CWD), 52 chute branding, 109 cigarettes, 40, 44 cinches, 33, 77

Clapp, Brent, 32, 103, 130 class distinctions, 5 classified ads, 53–54

Clayton stock trailers, 71 climate. See weather and climate clothing of cowboys, 7, 9–23 coats, 14 cobblers, 17

Cockrell, Dan, 89 colloquialisms, 48–49 come-alongs, 120 commercial breeders, 158 common sense, 34 communication on ranches, 70–71 compensation. See wages of cowboys

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19 The Second Half of 1916: Norway and Denmark

Galina Kopytova Indiana University Press ePub

THE HEIFETZ FAMILY’S DECISION to spend the summer in Norway with Auer’s violin colony was finalized in April when Ruvin received the necessary departure documents.1 In Auer’s book My Long Life in Music, he described his time in the suburbs of Christiania (now Oslo), the Norwegian capital:

Beginning with the summer of 1915 I spent my vacations, until 1917, entirely in Norway, amid the gorgeous scenic surroundings of Christiania. One of my pupils, Maia Bang, a Norwegian who had gone to Russia to study with me despite the incertitude of the war times, persuaded me to go to her native land for my summer holidays, and I could only congratulate myself upon having followed her advice. Some of my English and American pupils who had remained in St. Petersburg, together with some Russians, a few Scandinavians from Stockholm and Copenhagen, and some Norwegians, gathered around me there in order to continue their studies. I was very comfortably established in the hotel-sanatorium “Voxenkollen,” situated some 1,500 feet above sea-level, with a view over the mountains which seemed too beautiful for anything but a fairy tale. The mountain peaks were covered with snow and, together with the innumerable small lakes which glittered in the distance and the blue fjords round about Christiania, formed a picture, especially in the moonlight, which once seen could never be forgotten. There probably were a hundred guests in all at the “Voxenkollen,” Russians, Englishmen, Germans, and Scandinavians. In spite of the war raging over the entire world, we lived peacefully and contentedly, in good comradeship though without mad gayety, in this delightful retreat planted on the summit of a mountain verdant with pine and evergreens.2

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Chapter 11 ✚ The Long, Confusing Road Home

Joann Puffer Kotcher University of North Texas Press PDF

✚ C ha p t e r 1 1 ✚

The Long, Confusing

Road Home

May 14, 1967, United States of America

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fter being in the combat zone, I never guessed I would be ambushed in my hometown Flint, Michigan. On this day I would

fly home from the Republic of South Vietnam. I had been a civilian, non-combatant, supported and protected by the military units I served.

After two years, one in Korea and one in Vietnam, I traveled to Tan Son

Nhut Air Base, my departure point from Southeast Asia. From there, traveling alone, I flew to San Francisco to check in and clear at the Red

Cross office.

At the San Francisco airport, I stopped at the first restaurant and told the waiter, “I’d like a glass of milk, please.” It was the most urgent thing I wanted. I had some milk on the R&R plane to Singapore, but it was European, and didn’t taste exactly like home. In the States, a glass of milk was an unusual order, so I explained, “I just came in from Vietnam. We only had powdered milk, and you could taste the powder. We missed fresh milk more than anything.”

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