newsletter

Issue 32  -  Saturday, September 5, 2009

A Periodic Newsletter 



Western writer Bobby Copeland kindly dropped me a note to let me know that Harry Carey, Jr. fell and broke a hip. Carey, known to his friends as "Dobe," is the son of the late actor Harry Carey, Sr. Dobe and John Wayne became the best of friends, so he appeared in most of John Wayne's Western movies. Bobby Copeland suggests that Carey's fans and admirers send him a card and/or note. Address the mail to Harry Carey, Jr., 4006 Foothill Road, Santa Barbara, CA 93110. C'mon, folks, please take just a moment to say howdy to one of our remaining film legends.

The new and much-improved version of Rope Burns is now available. We commend Bobby Newton for creating this bi-monthly magazine many years ago and for keeping it going through some tough times. Now the baton is being passed to some others, including Scott Blackwell (Editor) and Stacy Blackwell (Publisher). The magazine has already made some dramatic improvements in the use of color and space. There is probably no other magazine that does such a good job of announcing and covering the various Western events around the country. So we encourage you to subscribe to it by sending a check in the amount of $20 for a one-year (6 issues) subscription (our Canadian friends will need to send $23). Make that check out to Rope Burns and mail it to them at P.O. Box 92575, Albuquerque, NM 87109.

Kathy Camden is doing a great job as the editor of the newsletter published by the Academy of Western Artists. You can request the free newsletter by sending an email to Kathy at ckcamden@yahoo.com. She lives way up in Nezperce, Idaho.




Coming Events A1
 
Sept. 10-13
National Cowboy Symposium & Celebration at the Civic Center in Lubbock, Texas. I started doing poetry there when both my beard and the hair on my head were black. Now my beard is mostly white and the hair on my head is mostly white . . . or long gone. Oh, well, it has been fun. I will be performing two music sessions, a poetry session and a storytelling session on Friday, September 11th. Phone 806-798-7825

Sept. 12
The Academy of Western Artists Awards Show will be held at the Granville Theatre in Grandview, Texas. Phone 580-221-8793. This is an opportunity to meet an rub elbows with some of the greatest of today's Western entertainers.

Sept. 23-27
The tiny town of Gene Autry, Oklahoma (just north of Ardmore) will hold their annual Gene Autry Oklahoma Film and Music Festival. Bobby Copeland, prolific western writer and historian, will also be there. So saddle up and ride on over to enjoy the activities. See their web site:  www.geneautryokmuseum.com

Sept. 25-27
The Nara Visa Cowboy Gathering will be held at Nara Visa, New Mexico. Phone 575-633-2272.

October 1-4
Durango (Colorado) Cowboy Poetry Gathering. Phone 970-749-2995

October 8-9
Lincoln County Cowboy Symposium & Western Swing Festival. Cowboy music and poetry, along with chuck wagon food, all in beautiful Ruidoso, New Mexico. Phone 505-378-7282.

October 9-11
Visalia (California) Fall Roundup. Phone 559-732-4349

October 23-25
The Red Steagall Cowboy Gatering in Fort Worth, Texas.  Phone 817-625-1025.

November 3-8
Heber City (Utah) Cowboy Poetry Gathering & Buckaroo Fair. Phone 435-654-2352

November 6-8
Tombstone (Arizona) Western Music Festival.   www.tombstonewesternmusicfestival.org

November 19-21
Western Music Association Awards Show & Showcase in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Come join the fun. Lots of great music each day and into the night, with small jam sessions breaking out all around the hotel interior.

December 11-13
Monterey (California) Cowboy Poetry and Music Festival. 800-722-9652.





        
stans poetry
       
     

                                            THE COUGAR AND THE COWBOY

 
                                                                                          by Stan Paregien

                                                                                              Copyright 1991

 

                                                                                Up there in the High Sierras

                                                                                A big, proud cougar did dwell,

                                                                                Roaming through the rugged land,

                                                                                Causing ranchers lots of hell.

 

                                                                                That cunning, cagey old cougar

                                                                                Developed a taste for prime beef.

                                                                                And he caused more'n one cowboy

                                                                                To miss many a night of sleep.

 

                                                                                One night that cougar stalked a prize bull

                                                                                On the back side of the Bar-T spread.

                                                                                He chased it down and climbed aboard,

                                                                                Right behind the bull's stately head.

 

                                                                                The moon shown bright as the cat

                                                                                Sank shiny teeth into that big neck.

                                                                                Soon the cougar had eaten his fill,

                                                                                His hunger was completely in check.

 

                                                                                But the cougar felt so danged good

                                                                                He roared loudly with puma pride.

                                                                                But a cowboy heard the wild scream

                                                                                And his pony that way did ride.

 

                                                                                The cowboy tethered his roan mare

                                                                                Along a shiny, sparkling stream.

                                                                                And heard, again, that old cougar

                                                                                Pierce the night with his scream.

 

                                                                                There not more'n forty yards away

                                                                                He saw the muscled cougar rise,

                                                                                And he shot that big braggin' cat

                                                                                Right between his yellow eyes.

 

                                                                                Well, folks, the moral of this story

                                                                                Is simple and oh so very truthful:

                                                                                Better keep your danged mouth shut,

                                                                   Especially when you're full of bull.

 

 

This poem copyrighted 1991.  It may not be  published  in  print  or electronically  without the express  written permission  of the author.  Write to  him  at :  cowboystan@live.com




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Bud O'Shannon was a hard working young rancher. He got up each morning at the crack of dawn, ate a quick breakfast and headed out to do whatever had to be done on his shirt-tail cattle ranch. He often worked until the last ray of sunshine died in the west. And then he headed back to his ranch house and family.

Though he was a no-nonsense, tough-minded guy he was also aware of the fact that he needed to spend some quality time with his young family. And this night he would concentrated on his daughter, Jasmine, just under two years of age. She wanted him to play house with him. So he sat crosslegged on the floor of her bedroom while she went about the motions of serving him a play cup of hot tea.

"Ohhhh, that is so hot, Jasmine," he said. "And that is just the way I like it."

He drank the cold water down and smiled. "Thank you, so much. May I have another cup of hot tea?"

"Sure daddy," she laughed with glee. She left the room and soon returned with another cup of "hot tea". 

About that time Bud's wife entered the room and saw what was going on. And she began to laugh until she almost cried.

"What?" Bud said with a furrowed brow? "What the heck are you laughing at?"

His wife finally gained enough control to say, "Dear, did you ever stop to think that the only place she can reach to get water for your 'hot tea' is the toilet?"

[Sent to me by Peggy Coleman, guitar picker and singer extraordinaire, in Pawnee, Oklahoma]

                                                            From the Bookshelf

                                                                                                book

Installment #1

Public Cowboy No. 1 is a facinating book about the life and times of Western mega-star Gene Autry. It was written by Ms. Holly George-Warren, an award-winning writer, editor and frequent commmentator on Western films, music, and fashion.This 406 page book was published in 2007 by Oxford University Press.

Autry's very first film for the newly formed Repulic Pictures was a Western titled "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" with Joe Kane as the director. The studio brought on famous rodeo star and stuntman Yakima Canutt to teach young Gene how to do the fight scenes. There were nine, count 'em, nine songs in the movie. It included Gene's first major hit song, "That Silver Haired Daddy of Mine". And Gene had already recorded Bob Nolan's song, "Tumbling Tumbleweeds," on January 11, 1935. So the film in the summer of 1935 sought to ride the wave of the song's popularity. And, to Gene's financial benefit, the movie sold more records and got him more and larger concert dates. Promote the songs with the movies and the movies with the songs. It was a formula that both he and, later, Roy Rogers used to great advantage. And they were about the first to use their own names in each movie rather than a different character's name each time.


                                                                                                 Public Cowboy


The author does an excellent job of shedding light on the various battles that ol' Gene had with his studio bosses. Gene had some training as an accountant and he was determined to make as much money as he could for as long as he could. One chapter in particular, Chapter 21, is titled "Battles -- On Screen and Off". He was dealing with men who were used to dictating terms to even the biggest stars, but Gene roped and tied 'em time after time.

In addition, Gene had various ways of testing the loyalty and honesty of those who worked for him. George-Warren tells about his hiring a fiddler to back him on the screen. That was Art Davis, whom Gene nicknamed "Goon". On his first payday Davis went to Gene to collect his $65 dollars. Gene paid him in $1 bills, counting aloud all the way to . . . $66 dollars. Gene asked him to count it to make sure it was right. Davis stepped outside, counted the stack five times, then went back and told Gene he had paid him $1 too much. Gene just said "Thanks" and that was it. He had passed the test that Smiley Burnett, Frankie Marvin and others had undergone as well.

Gene's early films, over which he had little creative control, sometimes featured comedians in blackface (once, even Smiley Burnett). And they sometimes included Gene actually kissing the female lead. And, no, he didn't kiss a mare. He passionately kissed the leading lady. But that, too, soon changed as he perceived that many in his audience preferred the image of a woman-shy hero.

Contrary to that shift in public image, the married Gene continued to kiss a lot of ladies. Only these were the legions of "camp followers" who clamored to be near this man who was much like today's rock stars. And he was known to romance some of his leading ladies off screen, but not even necessarily off the set. He was always willing to pluck a pretty grape off the vine. And he did so with something of a bravado stimulated by that fact that he was sterile and could not produce children, due to his childhood bout with mumps. I suppose if today's media had covered that story back then they would have run the headline, "Autry's Pistol Fires Blanks".

More later.







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