Excerpt: "First steer ri-i-ider, Joe Camnetti! Joe—nossir, he's one of the local Jewish boys. Ho-o-old fast! Whap! No, he don't qualify, except as a high-diver. Look at the cowboy with the pretty shirt! That's all it takes to make a cowboy these days—gaudy shirts."Buck Brady! Look at that Swede ride! No, he didn't fall off; he tried to save his hat. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! No, he'll be all right. Rudder twisted a little, tha'sall. Makes him go sideways. The next ri-i-i-ider is Jimmy Gomez, the German mark. A black steer from Oregon! Qualify? What do yuh want him to do? You try it, brother."Yes, ma'am—plenty dust. Relay race? Not today. No, ma'am. All steer and bronc ridin' today. Next ri-i-i-ider is Sam Pope. Not any relation, ma'am. This'n's got a vacuum. Best rider of the two, though. Bo-o-o-oy, howdy! He'll qualify."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?"Ladee-e-e-es and gentl'men! The next e-vent on this program is the bronc ridin'! The first ri-i-i-ider will be Happy Day on Tumbleweed. Ha-a-a-appy Day on— Yes ma'am, he's a buckin' horse. No, he won't come through the fence. Git away from that chute! Whooee-e-e-e! Rake'm, cow-boy!"