W. C. Tuttle

“ That man with the flat hat? Oh, he’s the S.P.C.A. Fact. He’s out here to see that we don’t hurt no dumb brutes. Yuh didn’t see him make any charges agin’ that blue steer that walked all over Camnetti, didja? Who ain’t dumb—Joe? Rides steers, don’t he? ”

“ Next ri-i-i-ider is Oscar Blair on Rockin’ Moon. There goes Oscar! Ride ’m, bo-o-o-oy! Don’t sit—ride! Use yore spurs. No, ma’am, he don’t qualify. Gotta rake ’em to qualify. They ain’t got no rake? That’s right. I’ll speak to ’em about that.
“Next rider is Tom Wilson on Tequila. Sounds like a temperance lecture. Yes’m, he’s that high-pocket person with the baby-blue shirt. He’s a tough hombre. Killed a man in Texas. Ran over him with a mowin’ machine. Ha, ha, ha, ha! No, ma’am, there ain’t a man qualified today—yet. ”