The Cordell Beacon (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 36, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 3, 1913 Page: 3 of 12
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"Then ill man* you .acquainted
villi the belt brandln' outfit In these
part* ' He waved • long, bony arm
at the Mexican. who flashed hl white
teeth "This Gr«aaer la Aurello Maria
Carura. Need I aay he'a Met, and a
pre. uieer roper?" Carara bowed, and
■wept the ground with hla high-peaked
headpiece. "Tlie Maduro gent yonder
In Mr Cloudy His mother be ing a
Navajo squaw, named him accordla' to
the rlghta and eustoma of her tribe,
Mlectlng tho title of Cloudy-but-the-
Sun Shines. which same ha^ proved a
nilHiioii.tr, h'n b'in' a pessimist for
fair."
MHh Blake and her companion arall-
ed and nodded, at which Stover, en-
couraged beyond measure, elaborated.
"He'* had a hlst'ry. too. When he
reaches man's real-estate the Injun
agent ropes, throws, and hog-ties him j
then Bends him east to be cultivated ,
He ipends four > ?ars klckln' a foot-.
hall- " Speed Interrupted, with an I
exclamation of genuine Interest.
"Oh. It's traa as goapel." the fore-
man averred. "When he goes lame
in hi 1 off leg they ship him back, and
in spite of them handicaps he has be-
com*'* ine rustlln' savage at a round-
up."
"What college did yoa attend?" in-
quired Speed, politely. The question
fell upon unresponsive cars. Cloudy
did not Etlr nor alter the direction of
his sombre glance.
"Ho don' talk none." 8tover esiplaln-
rd. "Conversation, which I esteem as
a gift devlne. la a lost art with him.
I reckon ha don't average a word a
week. What language he did know he
han forgot, and what ho ain't forgot
he distrusts."
Turning to the near-sighted man
who had been staring at the college
youth meanwhile, the spokesman
took a deep breath, and said, simply
yet proudly, as If describing the pleco
de resistance of this exhibition:
"The four-eyed gent Is Willie, plain
Wllll<\ a born range rider, and the
best, hip shot this side of the Santa Fe
trail!"
Speed beheld an undersized man of
Indeterminate age, hollow-chested,
thin-fated, gravely benignant. It was
not alone hla glasses that lent him a
scholarly appearance; he had the
stooped shoulders, the thoughtful In-
tensity of gaze, the gentle, hesitating
backwardness of a book-raised man.
Speed acknowledged the Introduction
pleasantly, while the benevolent little
man blinked back of his lenses.
Stover addressed himself to Miss
Blake.
"I told the boys what you said,
miss, and we four has come sb a dele-
gation to find out if it goes."
"Mi Speed and I were Just talking
about it when you came," Baid Helen.
"I'm sure he will consent ft you add
your entreaties to mine."
"It would sure be a favor," said the
cow-nian, at which the others drew
nearer, as If hanging on Speed's an-
awer Even Cloudy turned hla black
eyes upon the young man.
The object of their co-operate gaze
shifts his feet uncomfortably and felt
minded to flee, but the situation would
not permit of it. Besides, the affair
interested him. Ills mind was work-
ing rapidly, albeit hia words were
hesitating.
"But T'm not in condition, objected
the youth.
"Mr. Glass said you was never bet-
ter than you are right now. Anyhow,
you dtm't have to bust no records to
beat this cook. He ain't so fast."
-It would sure be a kind-hearted act
if you'd do it for us," said the little
man in his high, boyish voice. It was
a shock to discover that he spoke In a
C!"* didn't know aha aang It." aald
Speed.
"Take It from ma. aho did. and
you've missed a heap."
"You bat.'.' Btover agreed. In a
hushed, awed tone.
"Well, jrou must have heard Mlssua
Helcney Moray In ttie Baggage Coach
Ahead?" queried the scholarly little
man. At mention of his beloved claa-
sic. Carara. the Mexican, murmured,
aoftly:
"Ah! The Baggage Car—Te ador*
Mora! God bless 'er!"
"I must confess I've never had the
i pleasure," said Speed, whereupon the
spenker regarded him pityingly, and
Stover, Jealous that so much of the
conversation had escaped him. in-
quired:
"Can it be that you never heard that
monologue, Sllus on Fifth Avenoo?"
Again Speed shook his head
As If the very memory were hilari-
ously funny. Still Bill's shoulders
hem ed, and stifled laughter caused
his Adam's apple to race up and down
hla leathern throat. Swallowing his
merriment at length, he recited, in a
choking voice, as follows: "Silas goes
up Fifth Avenoo and climbs Into a
bus. There is a girl settln" opposite.
He says. 'The girl opened her valise,
against a repreaentatlvs of WM
Nairt rrneh, name unknown" (
"1 don't think that Is fair!" arled
the clrl. "Think of the honor."
"Yea. but I'm a a amateur. I'd lose
my standing."
"That goes for ue," aald Stover. "We
don't cure what name yoa run under
We'll fran.« tho raee. Lordy! but
thle Is a glorious event."
"Wo can't thank you enough." Wil-
lie piped. "You're a true sport, Mr.,
I Speed, and we aim to see that yon
< don't get the worst of It In no way.
This here rsca Is goln' to be on the
, square—you hear me talkln'. No dou-
| ble-cross this time." Unconsciously;
Ithe speaker's hsnd strayed to tha gun
at his belt, while his smile vaa grim.
Speed started.
"What day ahall wa eat?" Inquired
Stover.
1 Wally rapidly calculated tho data of
Culver'a arrival, autfcsald:
"A week from Saturday." Coving-
ton would soon be en route, and was
due to arrive a faw day a thereafter
"You're a True Sport"
"Ob. I uare si. It looks like a Joke
to you, but it doesn't to me, Larry. If
I don't marry that girl. I—HI go off
ie to arrive a faw daya thereafter. my balance, that's all. and I'm not go-
"One weak from Saturday goea," an-, ing to overlook any advantage what-
nounced Stover, "and we thank you ever. Fresno slogs love songs, and
again." Turning to Carara, he direct- he's got a mint of money. Well. I m
i ed: "Hope your buokakln, and hike going to work this athletic pose to
1 for the Centipede. Tell 'em to un- desth. I'm going Into training. I'm go- j
I Umber Ihelr coin. I'll draw a month's ing to talk, eat, sleep, live athletics
' wages In advance for every son-of a- for a week and when I'm uuexperted-
! gnn on tho Flying Heart, and well ar- |> crippled on the eve of the race It
1 range details tonight Is going to break my heart ruder-
"Si," agreed Carara. "1 go" *tand! I am going to be ao desperate-
"And don't waste no ilme neither," |y disappointed that I'll have to chooso
directed Willie "You tear like a between sulcldo and marriage The
I Jackrabblt abend of a hot wind." *By I feel now, 1 think I'll choose mar-
Cnrura tossed his cigarette aside, rlage. But you must help."
and the sound of his spurs was lost "Leave It to mo. Bo!"
There's six of the*
Speed pointed to tho bow
"Try a nan-Ble. Sea If you cant
aerated off the lettering. HoWa this?"
He read what he had written for tho
wire " 'Culver Covlngtoo. and eo .
forth. Come quick first trala. Na-
tive Son making love to Jean.—Wally.
Ten words, and It tells the whole
story I can hardly explain why
want him. ran 1? He expecta to stop
off In Omaha for a day or two. but
he'll be under way In an hour after
he gets this. \ hate to apoll his little
visit, but he can take that In on hla
way home. Now 111 ring for "mo-
body and have thle taken ovor to tlio
atotlon by the Brat ngon."
"Say. you better scratch thla Frao-
•o." agld Larry.
"Why?"
• He's hep to you."
"Nonsense!" ^ ^ „
Glass looked up at a aouod. to dla-
oover Marl odetta, the Mexican mhld.
who had come In anawer to
around the corner of the hous*.
From Inside the house came tha
ound tue cornor 01 ii c rrom wnuw iuv
• This make# a boy or me." the last atralns of Dearie, sung in a sympa-
speaker continued. "1 can hear the t,,nor, ,nd upon the conclusion
plaintiff notes of Madam-o-sclla Meiby Berkeley Fresno's voice Inquiring:
once again." "Miss Blake, did I ever tell you
about the time I sang Dearie to the
CHAPTER V. mayor's daughter In Walla Walla?"
— Miss Bleife appeared on the gallery
ARRY GLASS discovered his W|th her musical admirer at her e'.-
protege on the rear porch bow.
engrossed with Miss Blake, "Yes." sold sho, sweetly. "You told
and signaled him from j me an about the mayor's daughter a
afar; but the young man lg- Week ,igo." Then spying Sp< ed and his
uored the signal, and th« I companion, she exclaimed "Mr Fret-
trainer strolled up to the no has a fine voice, hasn'l he? He
steps 1 sings with the- Standard Glee Club."
"Hello, Larry! What's on i "indeed,"
your mind?" Inquired Speed. "Sure!" Tho Native Son of the
. .T(1 uke to see you." Glasa. clad la I Golden West shook ud a hammock-
hls sportiest garments, seemed utter- cushion for the girl. "Tenor!" said he.
ly lacking in the proper appreciation! genlentlougly
of a valet's position He treated his I say no more." Speed remarked
employer with a tolerant good-nature. «jt'* all right with us!
•in the doorway!" the trainer aald.
under his breath. "Pipe the Cuban
Queen!"
•You call?" Inquired Marledetta of
the younger man.
"Yea, 1 want tbla telegram to go to
tie depot as soon as possible."
Marledetta took the mesaaga
turned silently, but as she went sbo
flashed a look at Olaas which cauaod
that short-wulated gentleman to wink
at his companion. ,
-Some frill! Eh? I'm for her I Sbo a
strong for me, too."
"How do you know?"
"We talked It over. I gave her a
little kiss to keep for me."
"Careful. I-arry! She may have a
cowboy sweetheart."
Glass grunted, disparagingly.
"Them ginnys is Jokes to me."
As rfpeed talked he clad hlmeelf In
his silken uniform, donned his spiked
=2
:r£2
"SSS5
i the bMfe I
"Miss Blake excused herself and
went Into the house, whereupon her
companion showed his irritation. "See
here, Larry, don't you know better
than to Interrupt me in the midst of a
mmock talk?" Fresno exploded
Oh. that's all right," wheezed the "What's wrom
trainer. "As long as you didn't spill J " *
her out. she'll be back."
"Well, what is It?"
"I had a stomach-laugh slipped to
me Just now." He began to shake.
"So you broke up my tete-a-tete to
tell me a funny story?" |
Fresno looked up
"What's wrong with my singing?"
"Oh, I'Oe Just told the girls that
you're going to run that foot race,
Helen Interposed, hurriedly, at which
Felt ob If a Large Man Waa Choking
v Him.
dialect, "There's a heap of sentiment
connected with thiB affair. You see,
outside of being a prize that we won
at considerable risk, there goes with
thiB phonograph a set of reecords,
among which we all have our special
favorites. Have you ever heard
ilad m-o-sella Melby sing The Holy
"The Four-Eyed Gent la Willie.1*
took out her purse, closed her valise,
opened her purse, took out a dime,
closed her purse, opened her valise,
put in her purse, closed her valise,
handed the dime to the conductor, got
a nlckle in ehange. opened her vallae,
took out her purse, closed her valise,
opened her purse—'" .
At this point the speaker fell Into
ungovernable hysteria and exploded,
rocking back and forth, slapping hia
thighs and hiccoughing with enjoy-
ment. Willie followed him. as did
Carara. Even Cloudy showed his teeth,
and the two young people on the porch
found themselves Joining In from In-
fection It was patent that here lay
some subtle humor Bufllclent to con-
vulse the Far Western nature beyond
all reason; fcr Stover essayed repeat-
edly to check his laughter before gasp-
ing, finally:
"Gosh 'Imighty! I never can get
past that place. He! He! He! Wboo-
hoo! That'a sure rldlc'lous, for fair.
He wiped his eyes with the back of a
sun-browned hand, and his frame was
racked with barking coughs. "I know
the whole blame thing by heart, but—
I can't recite it to you. I bog down
right there. Seems like some folks is
the darndest fools!"
"You see what the phonograph
means to these gentlemen," said Miss
Blake. AI think it's a crying shame
that they were cheated out of it, don't
you?" •
Speed began to outline a plan hast
ily in his mind.
"I assured them that you would win
it back for them, and—"
"We sure hope you will," said Wil-
lie, earnestly.
"Amen!" breathed the lanky fore-
man, his cheeks still wet from his
tears of laughter, but hiB face drawn
into lines of eagerness.
"Please! For my sake!" urged
Helen, placing a gentle little hand up
on her companion's arm.
Speed closed his eyes, so to apeak,
and leaped in the dark.
"All right. I'll do it!"
"Yow-ee!" yelled Stover. "We knew
yon would!" Willie was beaming be-
nignantly through his glasses, while
both Carara and Cloudy showed their
heart felt gratitude. "Thank you, Miss
Blake. Now we'll show up that shave-
tail Centipede crowd for what It la."
"Wait!" Speed checked the out
burst. "I'll consent upon conditions.
I'll run, provided you can arrange the
race for an 'unknown.'"
"What does that mean?" Helen
asked. *
"It means that I don't want my
name known in the matter. Instead of
arranging for Mr. Whatever-tbe-
Cook's-Name-Is to run a race with J.
, "Listen here. These cowboys have
got you touted for a foot-runner." This
time Glass laughed aloud, hoarsely.
"They have framed a race with a
glnny down the block."
"All right. Ill run "
Mr. Glass's face abruptly fell Into
solemn lines. "Quit your kidding
Wally; you couldn't run a hundred
yards in twenty minutes. These guys
are on the level. They've sent Gen-
eral Garcia over to cook it"
"Yes. The race comes off In tea
dao"ass allowed his mouth to drop
open and his little eyes to peer forth
In startled amazement.
"Then it's true? I guess this climate
is too much for you." he aald. "When
did you feel this comln' on?
Speed laughed. "I know what I'm
doing."
wrong with my running?"
Inquired Speed
"I can beat you!"
Larry Glass nudged his employer
openly, and ^eemed on the verge of
hysteria. ."Let him go." said he. "L«t
him «o; he's funny."
Speed addressed Helen, with a mag-
"Nix, Now! Oon't Kid Yourself Too
Far.
With an effort at restraint, the : dapped her hands
nanimous smile.
"Suppose we allow Fre* to sing this
foot race? We'll pull It off in the
treble cleff."
"Oh I mean It!" maintained the
tenor, stubbornly. "I don't want to
run Skinner, the cook, but 111 run you
to see who does meet him."
Speed shrugged bis shoulders Indul-
gently.
"I'm afraid you'ro a little over-
weight."
"I'll train down."
"Perhaps if you wait until I beat
this cook, IH take you on."
Glass broke out. In husky Indigna-
tion. "Sure! Get a rep, Cull, get a
rep!" Then to his employer: "Come
on Wally, you've got to warm up."
He mounted the steps hesvlly with his
protege.
When they had gone. Miaa Blake
trainer inquired
"What's the idea?"
"I'll tell you how it came up, Larry.
I—rm very fond of Miss Blake. That's
why I broke the record getting out
here as soon as I wap invited. Well,
she believes, from something I said-
one of those odd moments, you know
—that I'm a great athlete, and she
told those cowboys that I'd gladly put
on my spiked shoes and carry the4r
colors to victory. You've heard about
the phonograph?"
niasB smiled wearily. "I can't hear
nothing else. The gang Ib daffy on
grand opera."
"When I was accused of being an
athlete I couldn't deny it, could I?"
"I see. You was stringin' the gal,
and she called you, eh?"
"I wouldn't express it in quite those
terms. I may have exaggerated my
abilities slightly." Glass laughed. "She
Is such a great admirer of athletics,„it
was quite natural. Any man would
have done the same. She got me com-
mitted in front of the cowboys^ and I
had to accept—or be a quitter."
GlasB nodded appreciatively. "Al>
the same." said he. "ytm've got more
nerve than a burglar. How you goin'
>to side-step?"
"I made the match for an un-
known.' " Speed winked. "Covington
will be here in a day or two. I'll wire
him to hurry up. Fortunately I
brought a lot oft athletic clothes with
me. so IH go Into training under your
direction. When Covington gets here
I'll let him run."
The fat man sighed with reller.
"Now I'm hep. I,was afraid you'd try
to go through with it. You had me
wingln' for a while, but I plugged your
game with the cowboys. Pawnee Bill
and his Congress of Rough Riders
think you're a cyclone.' '
"It's the first chance I ever had to
wear that BUk running-suit. Who
knows, maybe I can run!"
'Nix, now! Don't kid yourself too
I'm bo excited!" she exclaimed.
"You see. ItV all my doings! Oh.
hOw I adore athletes!"
"Most voung girls do," Fresno smil-
ed, sourly. "My taste runs more to
music." After a moment's meditation,
he observed: "Speed doesn't look like
a sprinter to me. I I'll wager he
cant' do a hundred yards in fifteen-
two." „
" 'Fifteen-two' is crlbbage, said
MIsb Blake.
"Fifteen and two-fifths seconds is
what I mean."
"Is that fast?"
Fresno smiled, indulgently this
time. "Jean's friend Covington can go
the distance In nine and four-fifths
seconds. He's a real sprinter. I think
this fellow is a joke."
"Intteed he is not! If Mr. Covington
can run as fast as that. Mr. Speed can
run faster. He told me so.
"Oh!" Fresno looked at her-curious-
ly "The world's record is nine and
three-fifths; that's the limit of human
endurance."
"I hope he doesn't injure himself,
breathed the girl, and the tenor wan-
dered away, disgusted beyond meas-
ure. When he waa out of hearing he
remarked, aloud:
"I'll bet he runs so slow we'll have
to wind a stop-watch on him. Any-
how, I think III find out something
more about this race."
Once in his room, Mr. J. Walling-
ford Speed made a search for writing
materials, while Larry Glass over-
hauled a trunk filled with athletic
clothing of various descriptions. There
were running-suits, rowing-suits, base-
ball and football suits, sweaters, Jer.
seys, and bath robes—all of which
were new and unstained. At the bot-
tom Glass discovered a box full of
bronze and near-gold emblems.
"Here's your medals," said he.
"Good! I'll wear them."
"Nix! You can't do that. Those
gals will get wise." He selected one,
shoes, and pinned the medala upon hia
chest.
"How do I look?' 'ho queried.
"Immense! If she likes athletea, It'a
a walk-away for you."
"Then glvo me the Baby-blue bath
robe with the monogram Well go out
and trot around a little."
But his complacency received a
shock as he stepped out upon tha ve-
randa. Not only Helen Blake awaited
him, but the other girls as well, while
out In front were a dozen or more cow-
bovs whom Fresno had rallied.
"Goln* to tahe a little run. eh?" In-
quired Stover. "We allowed we'd lay
off a few minutes and watch you."
"Thanks!"
"Yea," Fresno spoke up. "I told
the boys we'd better hold a stop-watch
on you and see what shape you're In."
"A stop-watch?" aald Glass, sharply.
"Yes. I have one."
"Not today," said Speed's trainer.
"No!" he admonished, as his protege
turned upon him. "Some other time,
mebbe. You're Just off a long trip,
and I can't risk gettln' you stove up."
"Tomorrow, perhaps," urged Fres-
no.
"I wouldn't promise.
"Then the next day. I've timed lots
of men. The watch is correct."
"Let's see it." Glass held out his
hand.
"Oh, it's a good watch. It cost me
one hundred and twenty-flve dollars."
As Glass reached for the timepiece
an unfortunate accident occurred
Speed struck his elbow, and the watch
fell. Fresno dove for it, then held It
to his car and shook it.
"You've broken it!" he cried, accus-
ingly.
"Oh. I'm sorry! My fault," Speed
apologized.
"If it was your fault, maybe you 11
fix It," suggested the tenor.
"Gladly!" Speed turned to his train-
er. "Buy a new alarm-clock for our
little friend." He stripped off his bath
robe, and handed it to his trainer. "Is
she looking at me?" he whispered.
"Both eyes, big as saucers."
Speed settled his spikes into the
dirt as he had seen other sprinters do,
set hlmBelf for an instant, then loped
easily around the house and out of
sight.
To tho cowboys this athletic pan-
oply was vastly impressive. With
huge satisfaction they noticed the
slee'veless shirt, the loose running-
trunks and, above all, the generous
display of medals. With a wild yell of
delight they broke out upon the trail
of their champion, only to have Glass
thrust his corpulent body In their
path. With an upflung arm ha stem-
med the tide.
"It's no use, boys," he cried, he's a
mile away!"
Roberta Keep — _
with an exclamation of pain.
"Ouch!" she cried, "I**o I
thumb I can't bit wbaro I look
people are talking."
"Why don't you pin nam
queried Mlaa Blake sweetly. "A
mer Is so dangerous."
Mrs. Keep mumbled aomi—
her enunciation was ladlatlact,
to the fact that her thumb wu
mouth. Helen finished tying ft
of ribbon upon the leg of ft
It lata proper foi
"It looks cheerful."
"And reatful," added 1
"Oh dear!" Jean deaco
precarious position and
tired out."
All that moralag tba throe
bored, busily transforming
room Sato tralnlag-quartera
who had declared that
wera not only customary
sary. To be sure, U adjoined
room, ahere the cowboys atofC,
there were no gymnsstlc appllaaar
give It character, but It waa tba
(pace available, and what It' *"
horizontal bars, dumb-bells,
dltn clubs It more than comi
for bv a coaey-corner. a wind
sad many cuahlons. Speed had III
pressed hla delliht with the Idaa, M
agreed to wait (or a glimpse of It
Of all tho deulxena of the fWgl
Heart but two failed to enter Wyft|
to the spirit of the thing. Serbal
Fresno looked on with a cyalal
which he waa too wise to display
fore Miss Blake. Seeing the la^Tj
his dreama monopollaed by ft m«|
however. Inapired him to sundry l
itles. and he spent much of hto
among the cowboys, whom ho I
profitable to tbe point of mj
Mrs. Keap. the youthful
seemed likewise maatered
private trouble, and puxsled
panions vaguely. Helen reported
she did not sleep, and once Jeaa
her crying softly. Sbo aeemsd^
over, to be apprehenslt% la a
ous, reasonless way; tw
friendly sympathy they
aubject up. she dismissed It w
of secret tears, she had lent
handa to the decoration of
nacium. and row nursed her
thumb with surprising good
"Shall we let them In?"
quired. "We have done all i
"Yes; we have finished."
In a flutter of anticipation J«
Helen put the final toucbea to
task, while Mrs. Keap i
door and called Speed,
He came at once, followed by
Glass, who, upon grasping tbo«
of decoration, smote his brow aaf
anced dizzily upon hla
was lost in admiration. ■
It's wonderful!" c. .
young athlete. "Those college ftl
give It Just the right touch. Aod f
the cosey-corner!"
Glass regained his voice
to murmur, sarcastically. "S0F
this a swell-looking drum?"
Berkeley Frecno, drawn by tho
slstlble magnetism of Mlsa
presence, wandered In and
eyes over the room.
"Why all the colore?" aal
"You can sing beet where
piano. I can train beat u
shsdow of college emblems. 1
temperamental athlete."
"You'll be a dead athlete If
don't beat thla cook." The'
was angry. . .
"Indeed!" exclaimed hla rival,
«y ^ ^
"That'a what I remarked^ DM
tell you what happened to *"
your predeceasor?"
"It must have been ai
judging from his name." At
Miss Blake tittered. She v
to enjoy these passages at i
thrilled her vaguely.
"The only accident connected
the affair was that Still Bill
lie didn't have their gunB."
Glass started nervously. "Did
rummies want to shoot him?"
quired.
• Certainly," said Fresno. "He
foot-race." *
In spite of his assurance, J.
! "Nix. now! Don't kid yourself too ^ the reverse slde, "Clerk
far. This thing is funny enough as it lQf ^ cour9e; ar>pther was sngraved
stands." - —
CHAPTER VI.
|HIS doesn't look much like
our storehouse, does it?"
Jean paused in her task,
and, seating herself upon
the summit of a step-ladder,
Plnoed the Medala Upon Hia
ford Speed felt a tremor of
but he laughed it off. saying:
"One would think a foot-raoe
country was a pearl necklace.""
"These cowboye ain't good
eh?" queried Glass.
"It's win or die out here."
During the ensuing pause Ml
took occasion to call Spr-J
"I have something to contril
training-quarters if you will
bring it out," said she.
The young man bowed.
ly."
(Continued next week.)
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McCurley, J. J. The Cordell Beacon (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 36, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 3, 1913, newspaper, April 3, 1913; Cordell, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc183336/m1/3/: accessed March 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.