Fifteen Western Tales, March 1954 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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Bronce Rider By S. OMAR BARKER “These tame ol plugs you ride these days,” remarks ol’ Baldy Bull, “They maybe buck a little, but they just am't got the will To throw a man or bust a gut a-tryin’, like the kind We used to ride when I was young. | calloused my behind On rank ol’ mustang outlaws that was born to buck and pitch The way that some of us is born to scratch it when we itch! bh used to comb the foretop of them mustangs with my spurs Until both wheels was all gobbed up with hair an’ cuckleburs. Meanwhiles I'd roll a cigaretie, an’ with my other hand I’d wave my hat at all them cheerin’ people in the stand. - J win a heap of ridin’s when the broncs was tough as hell, But had to quit the rodeos back yonder quite a spell, Because although them buckers was the wildest ever born, My ridin’ broke their spirit till they waswt worth their corn! Yessir, these plugs you youngsters ride,” of Baldy kinder grins, “They ain't got what it takes to make you sorry for your sins! Seems like they lack the dynamite them old "uns had inside ’em— But just the same I’m glad I’m old—so I don’t have to ride ’em!” 3 0)(0)(0) AL (E)