Word: cowboying
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...longer dons a cowboy suit for the annual fat stock show (Amon Carter, president), and seldom wears his checked gambler's suit with electrically illuminated necktie for soirees at Shady Oak Farm. Nevertheless, when he goes abroad, he wears his western hat and cream-colored polo coat, and people say, if they don't know him by sight, "There goes a sport," or, if they are Texans, "a nach...
...part suite, had more than just impressions; Composer Guion even worked in recordings of a Texas cricket singing, a mockingbird calling and a coyote howling. Among the other 13 parts were such plaintive songs as Buffalo Bayou Song and Wild Geese Over Palestine, Texas, an item entitled Ride, Cowboy, Ride!, with staccato hoofbeats, and for a climax, a low-down blues piece called High Steppin' Lula Belle May Ida Brown of Lyons Avenue Steps...
Prairie Godiva. The trail-end towns seemed to be designed with two things in mind: receiving cattle and raising hell. The very names of towns like Dodge City, Ellsworth and Abilene made decent folk shudder in the 1870s. When a drunken cowboy boarded a train and demanded a ride to hell, the conductor told him: "Well, give me $2.50 and get off at Dodge." In a hair-triggered town, Dodge City's cemetery, Boot Hill, became the resting place of such characters as Horse Thief Pete, Broad Mamie, the Pecos Kid and Toothless Nell. Ellsworth was just about...
Sing to the Longhorns. But except for end-of-the-trail benders, cowboy life on the drives was incredibly hard. Indians, choking dust, unbearable heat and bad food were normal features of the job. Night stampedes, sometimes started by Indians, often left cowboys and ponies smashed to pulp on the prairies by thousands of hooves. When cowhands sang sad songs through the night watch, it was not only because they were lonely: experience had taught them that teary ballads seemed to keep their shorthorns and longhorns from milling...
They seemed to enjoy the sight of other women whipping mules, shooting Indians, shooting men, and shooting each other. I didn't enjoy it. Frankly, I felt a trifle uneasy, when a predominantly female audience screamed with delight as one of their sex punctured the body of some poor cowboy...