Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 139: what you’re looking at

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The Hollow Tree This hombre sure has corralled all of our sympathy, folks. Dear Miss Rivers: I am a lunger, twenty-two years old, and I have been nearly five years on the sick list after a motor-cycle smash-up. I spent nearly four ‘years in Arizona, trying to make a come-back. I did everything from goat herding to dude wrangling at a guest ranch. I let friends talk me into going to a sanitarium, but it hasn’t worked out, and has left me broke. Now I want to get out, as I only have a few years to live at best, and I want to live them. My doctor says that. there is little or no chance of re- covery—that is, complete recovery. There- fore my life, as it is, isn’t worth a plugged nickel to me, and I am more than willing to gamble with it. My friends say I have plenty of nerve, and a cool, level head. I’m willing to trade myself for any cause, any time, for what I am worth. That is— if it’s on the level. I should like a berth on some ranch, construction camp, or even scientific expedition. I am a crack motor rider and know machines from a to Zz, and also good at electrical work. I have no ties, as most of my friends passed me up long ago. Those few that are left would like to see me fighting again. I feel that to get out and fight might make or break me—and the sooner one way or the other, the less pain and worries. Any one reading this and interested, just drop a line to “Kid Curtis.” Louis Curtis. Box 98, Lancaster, California. Folks, here’s your opportunity to exchange some snaps. Dear Miss Rivers: I am a regular camera fiend and I would like to exchange snapshots of the Chicago World’s Fair, the Panama Canal, Europe, and the Orient for other snapshots— national parks, round-ups, rodeos, army and navy life, and foreign views. GrorcEe KE. Nickerson. U.S. E. D. Dredge W. L. Marshall, _U. S. Engineers Department, New Haven, Connecticut. Here’s a pard for some one. Dear Miss Rivers: I am a letter carrier. I have a little grubstake and I would like to get in touch with some one from the West, Southwest, 137 or Northwest, who could use a pardner in some kind of a deal in a small farm or ranch. I should also like tou have some good Pen Pals from all over the country, and I will tell them all I can about New York, and exchange card views with one and all. from New York City. Cuirrorp L. Turner. 8 Merton Avenue, Rockville Center, New York. a : Arizonans, Texans, and Colo- radoans, just you speak right up. Dear Miss Rivers: To any one in Arizona, Texas, or Colo- rado who likes to exchange letters in a sin- cerely sensible and friendly way, all I ask is that you put me on trial. I want your own experiences and personal opinions of your part of the world where “friends are truer and skies are bluer.” Naturally, I'll do all I can toward making my end inter- esting to you. Gary Miss. Care of The Tree. An Oregon miss is here to corral pals. Dear Miss Rivers: ; I am coming to the old Holla for some Pen Pals. I am from the Far West and can tell you all about the Facific slope and the region bordering it. I am eighteen years old and am particularly interested in finding some Pen Pals from Canada, Alaska, and the Southern States. How- ever, I promise to answer all letters. I’m also interested in exchanging snaps of other sections for snaps of this part of the country. De.ia ANDREWS. Junction City, Oregon. Iowan is trekking farther West. Dear Miss Rivers: am a widow, a _ business woman, thirty-eight, and alone. I would like very much to find a pardner who would be in- terested in spending a year in the moun- tains of the West. I like to hunt and fish. I have a new straight-eight coupé and want some one who can pay her own ex- penses. I am a square-shooter and am looking for the same thing in a pardner. Let me hear from you folks, pronto. Iowan. Care of The Tree. caiicbooks.comn I am about twenty-five miles -_