Medford mail tribune., March 08, 1959, Image 40

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I WAS JUST
THINKING.. .
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A with a written guarantee !
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... if there had been a white-faced steer on the
elevator, it would have seemed only natural.
The creaking structure was rich with the aroma
of cattle and sweat and saddle leather and folding
money. Into it jammed buyers and sellers, com
mission clerks and cowboys. It rose querulously
from floor to floor, each a replica of the last, aging
beehives of cubbyholes and offices and faded gilt
lettering. And each had been designed for one
purpose: the endless parade of livestock and the
men who earned their livelihood from it.
At last, groaning and clanking, the doors opened
on the top floor. Beyond were the dusty windows
which peer forever in amazement at the circus
spread for miles below.
Beneath were the hog pens and, to the right, the
sheep pens. Beyond were the cattle pens with the
swarming, swirling masses of Black Angus and
Hereford and shaggy, wide-nostriled wild ones
from the plains.
Even high above, behind windows sealed with
the grime of years, it was possible to hear the
bawling terror, and the cries of the mounted
herders and the thunder of the hooves. Visitors
and brokers tramped the grayed catwalks over the
pens. The trucks roared in, the trains roared out
This is no place for the greenhorn, unless he
comes merely to marvel. The ritual of bidding and
buying, established long ago, is a thing of mono
tone and signal. He will not know, unless he is a
veteran member of the fraternity, that a shipment
has been bought, sold, or rejected.
Below, in curious contrast, the businessman in
black and the rancher in chaps dine on blue-ribbon
steaks and ribs. Their bodies are caressed by the
rich leather chairs and their spurred boots or
cordovans by thick carpets patterned in brands.
Above their heads hangs a yoke worn smooth by
the necks of oxen that once drew a covered wagon
here when the country was young and brutal.
Always, like smoke in the air, is the aura of the
cattle pen mingled with the fresh wind of far
places.
This is the meeting place between city
country. This is the handshake from survival to
sophistication. This is the great brawling artery of
a nation's lifeblood.
This is the Kansas City Stockyards, where the
West begins.
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Family Weekly, March S, J9S9