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1. Irresistible on Horseback

Rick Miller University of North Texas Press PDF



T H E Y O U N G M E N H U D D L E D A L O N G the shallow dry ravine as they listened to the pop-pop of gunfire from the Indians facing them on the crest of the ridge ahead. The shots whistled above them, uncomfortably close, occasionally striking one of the horses abandoned to their rear. The hot Texas sun was unmerciful and the men had long run out of water to quench their thirst. One of their force, Billy Glass, badly wounded only yards in front of them, piteously called to his comrades for help.

They had ridden into an ambush, perhaps as a result of the negligence of their commander, Major John B. Jones, in failing to enforce a more disciplined pursuit of the marauding party they had been trailing. Barely organized two months, these were men of Texas’ new Frontier Battalion, created to meet the Indian threat, and now here they were pinned down in their first major confrontation with the enemy.

In the face of danger, Major Jones, a man of slight stature and often frail health, stood above the ravine, walking along it in spite of the gunfire, calmly directing the fire of his men. In so doing, he exemplified the standard and set the example for courage that was to become the hallmark of these fledgling lawmen. Although they did not realize it at the

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20 The Year of the Big Water, 1983

Richard Westwood Utah State University Press ePub

Lake Powell began to form behind Glen Canyon Dam on March 13, 1963. The lake reached “full pool” at the 3,700-foot spillway level on June 22, 1980.1 Then, heavy precipitation in the Rocky Mountains in the winter of 1982-1983 and rapid snow melt in the spring of 1983 caught the Bureau of Reclamation completely off guard. Therefore, they did not draw down the water level in Lake Powell far enough to take care of the heavy runoff. During June water was surging into the reservoir at the rate of 111, 480 cfs, and releases from the dam reached 92,000 cfs, the highest amount of water ever released from Glen Canyon Dam.2

In mid-June, as the reservoir neared the spillway level, Reclamation Bureau employees installed four-by-eight-foot sheets of three-quarter-inch plywood bolted to a framework atop the spillway. The water level rose, but miraculously the plywood managed to hold back several feet of Lake Powell. Boaters on the Grand Canyon run were in for high water not experienced since pre-dam days.

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Chapter 15

Rebecca McClanahan Indiana University Press ePub

When the unfamiliar car stopped on the lane beside Wildcat Creek and a stranger began walking toward the log house, I imagine that my great-grandfather looked up from his newspaper. It was June, Robert’s favorite month, and he rarely missed a chance to sit near the arched trellis where yellow roses climbed, sending their fragrance in all directions. Maybe his pet crow was perched on his shoulder, as it so often was. Maybe he called to Hattie, working the raised garden beds wearing one of her everpresent sunbonnets. As the stranger approached, Robert could see an envelope in his hand. Did Robert sense what the envelope held? Telegrams rarely bring good luck, at least not those delivered to Briarwood. That much, Robert Mounts knew.

Menomonie, Wis. 10:20 am, 6/27/26

Mary passed away Saturday four pm. Come if possible tell the others funeral not before Tuesday answer if coming.


The news had not been entirely unexpected, as Mary’s asthma had been worsening for some time. But for Robert, this was a hard blow—his first sibling to die, and his closest sister. How does a person ready himself for such news? Beautiful Mary. He still thought of her as beautiful, though of course, as with the rest of them, age had had its way with her.

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VI Starting Over

Larry Lockridge Indiana University Press ePub

Vernice Lockridge had never seen the sea, so Revere Beach was the first excursion after the young family was settled into 18D Shaler Lane, Cambridge. She and Ernest watched Ross in his three-piece suit skip stones on the water. From South Ferry in Boston Harbor they saw the old wharves and skyline. Cambridge, with its elegant gabled houses, its labyrinth of streets and mix of populations, made Vernice feel as if she were now living in a foreign country. And it was exciting to be alone with Ross and Ernest, after the two-year spell of domestic life with parents.

If their new environment seemed exotic to her, its revelations weren’t exactly proof of how an advanced eastern culture brings wide-eyed Midwesterners up short. At a party for Shaler Lane residents—married Harvard graduate students and younger married faculty—she and Ross found themselves the only Roosevelt supporters in the room. All others were voting for IU graduate Wendell Willkie (B.A. ’13, LL.B. ’16) in the upcoming election. When his good-humored arguments on behalf of the welfare state dumbfounded his peers, Ross decided he and Vernice had better sit on their politics if they were going to make friends.

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1 Issei

Neil Nakadate Indiana University Press ePub

Japan and the United States face each other, but across the broadest ocean of them all. Once such a body of water was almost like the space between us and the moon.

EDWIN O. REISCHAUER, The United States and Japan (1950)

The Japan from which my grandparents came to the United States was post-feudal and eager to be part of the “modern world.” By the end of the nineteenth century, an economy and culture of farms and fishing villages was being supplanted by an economy based on manufacturing and commerce. Japan was in flux, and trying to catch up with “America.” Japan wanted factories and trains.

As a viable social force the samurai had been in decline since the seventeenth century, even as the intrigues and epic clashes of the shoguns came to dominate the culture. An ethos of loyalty, obedience, and honorable conduct persisted, but samurai prestige and power were drawn into the service of great political and military alliances—and centralized authority was flowing to Edo (now Tokyo) and Osaka. By the early eighteenth century the samurai had devolved into a class of idlers and bureaucrats, and by the mid-1700s they were being stylized and memorialized in the kabuki theater. The last of the shoguns stepped down in 1868, and the samurai themselves were formally disbanded a decade later.

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Chapter 3. Lullaby of Birdland: April 1960-May 1962

Ron Forbes-Roberts University of North Texas Press PDF


Lullaby of Birdland

April 1960–May 1962

“Some of my greatest fun was playing at the Stage Door back in the old days. I learned so much playing there; it was like going to school.”

—Lenny Breau1

“The activity at the Stage Door was fabulous, like Birdland in New

York City or the closest thing to Birdland that Winnipeg will ever have: a big, fabulous learning scene for all of us.”

—Ron Halldorson

Known to his friends as “Shap,” the high-rolling, loquacious Jack

Shapira was a pianist who had led a number of dance bands in Winnipeg during the 1940s and ’50s, and later had a career in television and radio production at the CBC. Shapira was not a jazz musician, but loved the music and wanted to start a club that would feature it exclusively. “There were all these local musicians and entertainers from out of town who had nowhere to go once all the clubs closed down at 1:00 a.m.—not even any all-night restaurants,” he says. “So

I said, ‘why don’t we have a jazz club?’ And that was it. I started it just as a place for us to go.” After buying out and shutting down the

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16. Dreams of a Future

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

“Dearest Be carefull with our Sweet Little children for the way a twig is Bent the way it wil[l] Grow”

John Wesley Hardin to Jane, July 27, 1879

ow did John Wesley Hardin later describe this punishment of thirty-nine lashes? He only knew the pain of it being inflicted, not knowing or caring that the administration of lashes was a form of corporal punishment which harkened back centuries. Ancient Jewish punishment demanded that the maximum number of lashes allowed per infraction was forty, given in multiples of three, effectively making the maximum number at thirty-nine. The one left off was to show “compassion,” although no prisoner ever felt there was any shown.

Hardin wrote that his cellmate had betrayed him. The night of the betrayal “about twenty officers” entered his cell and tied his hands and feet.

Down upon the concrete floor, stretched to the extreme Hardin certainly knew what was going to transpire. Two men held the ropes which held his hands; two men held the ropes holding his feet. Then under-keeper

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Chapter 2. Concordia Lutheran College, Austin, Texas (1939–1959)

David M. Horton and George R. Nielsen University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 2


TEXAS (1939–1959)


oncordia College, Beto’s initial place of employment, had been founded thirteen years earlier, in October 1926, and like other preparatory schools of the synod, was modeled after the German

Gymnasium. It differed, however, from the other synodical schools in that the Austin school was a college in name only and was limited to four years of secondary schooling. The school had been located on twenty acres in the northeastern part of Austin in proximity to the University of Texas. Henry Studtmann, the first president, had guided the school through its formative years and continued to do so during the Depression of the 1930s. The school was governed by a Board of Control, representatives of the synod who worked without compensation.1

When Beto first set foot on the Concordia campus he saw “a couple of buildings in a sea of Johnson grass, infested with rattlesnakes and scorpions.” The larger of the two buildings, Kilian

Hall, was named in honor of the Wendish pastor who had been instrumental in giving the Missouri Synod a foothold in Texas.2

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14 In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

Gregory V. Short University of North Texas Press ePub

Chapter Fourteen


“The only war I ever approved of was the Trojan War. It was fought over a woman and the men actually knew what they were fighting for.”

William L. Phelps (1933)

Our new commander was an older colonel named Woodson, who had worked his way up from the ranks. Stoic, distant, and hard as nails, he was a no-nonsense type of officer, but I had no complaints. He was a fair man who just wanted to get the job done and go back home to his ailing wife. The new top sergeant was a master sergeant named Venables. Always the consummate bureaucrat, he eventually gained my respect and admiration. As a young boy of seventeen, he had joined the Corps in order to go fight the Japanese during World War II. After serving with the 1st Marines at Guadalcanal, he was wounded at Bougainville. With a little over twenty-eight years in the Corps, he had seen it all. There was no way anyone could feed him a line without a big smile forming across his tight lips. He would just stand there and nod his head for awhile, until he had heard enough. Then he would gently put his arm on your shoulder and say, “Son, if you are going to try to bullshit somebody, you need to show at least a little sincerity. For heaven sakes, lad, didn’t your mother teach you anything?”

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Chapter 8. Initiation

Fred L. Edwards, Jr. University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 8



My boss, who works at the MACV I compound when in Saigon, comes to confer with me at the MACV III compound. He leads me from my seat at the row of desks into the private office in the front of the room.

"Fred, I've been informed that everybody here works long hours and lives with danger and hardships for a year. As a morale-booster, the policy is that each person who completes a satisfactory tour of duty at MACV should know that he will go home with more than a campaign medal."

Commander Fielding doesn't surprise me, because I have attended a number of medal presentations for departing officers and enlisted men. The medals range from Legions of Merit for the more senior officers, to Bronze Stars for junior officers and senior NCOs; and Joint Service, or individual

Service Commendation Medals for lower-ranking enlisted men. Often, a staff officer who has ridden in an AC-47 Dragon ship the required number of hours and times will also be presented an Air Medal.

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1. A Magnetic Lone Star

Bob Alexander University of North Texas Press ePub

LEE COUNTY, DUE NORTH OF ALBANY, GEORGIA, was pleasantly sited in the southeastern section of what in due time would be nicknamed the Peach State. It was a part of the Old Plantation South. There the Alabama-born Meshack Napoleon Bonaparte Outlaw, subsequent to his 1847 graduation from the Medical College of New York City, upheld his medical practice as a country physician.1 And although now it might seem insignificant in the overall story, such will not prove to be true: Meshack's older brother by four years, Young Pinckney “Y.P.” Outlaw, a veteran of the Florida Indian Wars and former Dooly County deputy sheriff, chose to forego his position as an industrious and heavy-hitter Georgia cotton broker in Bibb County, near Macon. The ever adventurous Y.P. had opted to try his hand at something new. Migrating to the Lone Star State, settling at pretty Seguin, Guadalupe County, just a touch northeast of the Alamo City, Y.P. Outlaw took up the cattleman's life, becoming a “stock raiser.”2

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19. My Mother’s Boots

Susan Spano Roaring Forties Press ePub



The first travel story I wrote for the New York Times was about a week I spent walking the chalk downs of Wiltshire, a county about 75 miles west of London. It was May, and the paths I tramped were sloppy. But I was prepared, because I’d packed a pair of 30-year-old boots my mother had produced from the bottom of a closet before I left and bestowed on me, her youngest daughter.

Those boots served me well in England, led me past ruins of Iron Age forts, took me up the mossy steps of medieval churches; they finally came home encrusted with gray Wiltshire clay.

I had no reason to summon my mother’s boots to duty again until a year or so later, when I was assembling gear for a Kentucky spelunking adventure. At the time, I was just starting to really travel, which is why that trip became an exercise in taking risks and testing my limits. On it I did a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have, like climbing into caves without a flashlight and hiking alone on trails known to be sunbathing spots for poisonous snakes. I always liked to get a rise out of my mother, so when I got home, I told her about my adventures. She was a worrywart for as long as I knew her, but she just smiled and said that a person can strike out in boots like hers without fear of snakebite.

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White Freightliner Blues.

Robert Earl Hardy University of North Texas Press PDF

White Freightliner Blues


enough goddamn booze, and how long would that last? Think about it.1

For years, to maintain a sense of balance and perspective, and to escape—or at least quiet—some of his more pressing demons,

Townes had sought and found comfort in the mountains of

Colorado. Townes would base himself with one of a network of his Colorado friends, including Bob Myrick near Aspen, Chito near Boulder, and others in Crested Butte and elsewhere. “Generally,” Mickey White says, “his records would be released in the fall, and he’d come down from the mountains and start touring to support the album.”2

Bob Myrick rode into the backcountry around Aspen with

Townes a number of times, occasionally accompanied by one or another of Townes’ old girlfriends from his Colorado days.

Myrick remembers the Maroon Bells region as one of Townes’ favorites. The two peaks of the Maroon Bells rising above the

Maroon Creek valley are among the most famous sights in Colorado, and some of the trails around the Bells are notoriously challenging rides. A Park Service trail sign refers to “The Deadly

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1: In the Beginning...

Sharry Wilson ECW Press ePub

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IT WAS A HARSH AND unwelcoming winter night — hardly unusual for early February in Toronto. A blizzard had rendered travel precarious. Only the hardiest souls ventured out.

On the morning of February 5, 1945, city residents woke to over 12 centimetres of fresh snow, bringing the total snow­fall since November to more than 1.5 metres — more than would normally fall over an entire winter. And although the snow was not in itself overwhelming, it was accompanied by frigid, blinding winds.

Scott Young, then a sub-lieutenant in the Royal Canadian Naval Volunteer Reserve, was in Toronto on medical leave for fatigue, spending time with his wife, Rassy, and their nearly three-year-old son Bob. Scott was to undergo tests at a hospital in Ottawa, and Rassy and Bob planned to join him at the Lord Elgin Hotel during his recovery. But the snowstorm forced them to revise their travel plans.

They were invited to take refuge overnight in the home of good friends Ian and Lola Munro1 at 361 Soudan Avenue, near the intersection of Eglinton Avenue East and Mount Pleasant Road in what was then a northern suburb of the city. The Youngs had been visiting the Munros as the day passed and weather conditions worsened.

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13. Philosophy

Bob Hammel Indiana University Press ePub



If I could only get IU to believe: you learn business; it’s not taught in a classroom environment.

—Bill Cook

Carl Cook, who one day will run the family business, sees the most unusual of his father’s strengths with the clarity of an intended emulator. One of those strengths, hence one of Cook Inc.’s, is “thinking a little bit outside the box,” Carl says. “We like to hit ’em where they ain’t. The crazier an idea is, if it works it’s going to be that much more successful. Nobody else will have it, because everybody else will say, ‘That’s a crazy idea. Get out of here.’ So No. 1 is ability to spot when a crazy idea might actually work. A corollary to that is being able to see talent in people that other people aren’t seeing.

“That’s a huge criticism I have of résumé-based hiring. In a lot of companies you cannot be in an executive managerial position without an MBA. Have to have an MBA. Won’t even talk to you unless you have one. And yet an MBA doesn’t mean you can lead. I’ve seen a lot of guys with MBAs who are absolutely worthless in management jobs because they have no leadership, no insight. They are ‘by the book.’ They don’t know what to do. You can get a guy with only a high school education, who has worked several jobs, maybe was in the army—put him in that same role, and he’ll do a much better job.”

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