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all day at top speed and taking all sorts of chances, without regard to life or limb, he has
little time for tomfoolery or lawless carousing. bad food, little sleep, constant anxiety and
exhausting work soon undermine the stronger constitution, and at forty years of age, and
often much sooner, rough, hard lines in his face tell the story with a plainness not to be mis-
taken.
Already the business of raising cattle on a large scale is slowly and surely dying out.
With the coming of the small stockman the cowboy is fast disappearing, and ten years from
now he will be but a memory. He was a fit and manly type of the earlier civilization of the
great West, and the vigorous vanguard of the army of settlers who will soon make the fat
West as prosperous and potential as is the East. ANd as with the cowboy so is it with his
immediate predacessors, the pioneer, scout, trapper, plainsman and guide, and even the
Indian. One and all must soon "cross the great divide," and with them their finest repre-
sentatives, whom Colonel Cody has gathered together, to amuse, instruct and astonish both
the present and the rising generation. They are truly and exceptionally, historic, heroic and
romantic characters. They should be seen of all men, for they are a type that time shall
know no more.
COLONEL CODY ON THE SEX PROBLEM.
"Do you believe that women should have the same liberty and privileges that men
have? was the leading question put by a prominent member of Sorosis to Colonel Cody.
Here is his reply:
"Most assuredly I do. I've already said they should be allowed to vote. Why, of
course, if a woman is out earning her living she keeps up with what is going on in the world
and she knows the best man to vote for. Men have their clubs, and I say let the women
have theirs, too. Women are so much better than we are that they don't take to out kind of
clubs, but if they want to meet and discuss financial questions, politics, or any other subject,
let 'em do it and don't laugh at them for doing it. They discuss things just as sensibly as
the men do, I'm sure, and I reckon know just as much about the topics of the day. One
thing gets me. You take a single woman earning her living in a city and the average man
looks at her suspiciously if he hears that she lives alone. That makes me tired. A woman
who is capable of financiering for herself is capable of taking care of her morals, and if she
wants to take an apartment and live alone where she can do her work more quietly, or have
things her own way when she comes from business, she has just as much right to do so as a
bachelor. If a woman is a good woman she will remain good alone; if she is bad, being
surrounded and overlooked, and watched and guarded, and chaperoned bu a hundred old
women in a boarding house won't make her good. This applies to society women as well as
to working women. There are bad women in every walk of life, but mose women are good.
What we want to do is to give our women even more liberty than they have. Let them do
any kind of work that they see fit, and if they do it as well as men give them the same pay.
Grant them the same priveleges in their home life and club life that men have and we will
see them grow and expand into far more beautiful and womanly creatures than they are
already."
BUFFALO BILL AND THE BULLFIGHTERS.
Colonel Cody had a little war of his own with the Spaniards before Dewey, Sampson,
Miles, Roosevelt and the rest took a hand in the grim game. It happened when he was in
Barcelona, Spain, with his Wild West. One evening after the performance he got into his
carriage, drove to the various newspaper offices and had this liberal offer appended to his
advertisements:
"I will wager any amount that the people in my show can lasso and ride any bull in
Spain."
He didn't think it necessary to tell his interpreter of this, and went home and to bed.
He was stopping at the House of Four Nations, which was built in a square and had a large,
beautiful court in the centre. What subsequently occurred we will let the Colonel tell in his
own language:
"Very early the next morning my interpreter and agent came rushing into my
room, crying:
"Get up! Get up! Dress at once: they are going to kill you."
"Who?" I asked.
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all day at top speed and taking all sorts of chances, without regard to life or limb, he has
little time for tomfoolery or lawless carousing. bad food, little sleep, constant anxiety and
exhausting work soon undermine the stronger constitution, and at forty years of age, and
often much sooner, rough, hard lines in his face tell the story with a plainness not to be mis-
taken.
Already the business of raising cattle on a large scale is slowly and surely dying out.
With the coming of the small stockman the cowboy is fast disappearing, and ten years from
now he will be but a memory. He was a fit and manly type of the earlier civilization of the
great West, and the vigorous vanguard of the army of settlers who will soon make the fat
West as prosperous and potential as is the East. ANd as with the cowboy so is it with his
immediate predacessors, the pioneer, scout, trapper, plainsman and guide, and even the
Indian. One and all must soon "cross the great divide," and with them their finest repre-
sentatives, whom Colonel Cody has gathered together, to amuse, instruct and astonish both
the present and the rising generation. They are truly and exceptionally, historic, heroic and
romantic characters. They should be seen of all men, for they are a type that time shall
know no more.
COLONEL CODY ON THE SEX PROBLEM.
"Do you believe that women should have the same liberty and privileges that men
have? was the leading question put by a prominent member of Sorosis to Colonel Cody.
Here is his reply:
"Most assuredly I do. I've already said they should be allowed to vote. Why, of
course, if a woman is out earning her living she keeps up with what is going on in the world
and she knows the best man to vote for. Men have their clubs, and I say let the women
have theirs, too. Women are so much better than we are that they don't take to out kind of
clubs, but if they want to meet and discuss financial questions, politics, or any other subject,
let 'em do it and don't laugh at them for doing it. They discuss things just as sensibly as
the men do, I'm sure, and I reckon know just as much about the topics of the day. One
thing gets me. You take a single woman earning her living in a city and the average man
looks at her suspiciously if he hears that she lives alone. That makes me tired. A woman
who is capable of financiering for herself is capable of taking care of her morals, and if she
wants to take an apartment and live alone where she can do her work more quietly, or have
things her own way when she comes from business, she has just as much right to do so as a
bachelor. If a woman is a good woman she will remain good alone; if she is bad, being
surrounded and overlooked, and watched and guarded, and chaperoned bu a hundred old
women in a boarding house won't make her good. This applies to society women as well as
to working women. There are bad women in every walk of life, but mose women are good.
What we want to do is to give our women even more liberty than they have. Let them do
any kind of work that they see fit, and if they do it as well as men give them the same pay.
Grant them the same priveleges in their home life and club life that men have and we will
see them grow and expand into far more beautiful and womanly creatures than they are
already."
BUFFALO BILL AND THE BULLFIGHTERS.
Colonel Cody had a little war of his own with the Spaniards before Dewey, Sampson,
Miles, Roosevelt and the rest took a hand in the grim game. It happened when he was in
Barcelona, Spain, with his Wild West. One evening after the performance he got into his
carriage, drove to the various newspaper offices and had this liberal offer appended to his
advertisements:
"I will wager any amount that the people in my show can lasso and ride any bull in
Spain."
He didn't think it necessary to tell his interpreter of this, and went home and to bed.
He was stopping at the House of Four Nations, which was built in a square and had a large,
beautiful court in the centre. What subsequently occurred we will let the Colonel tell in his
own language:
"Very early the next morning my interpreter and agent came rushing into my
room, crying:
"Get up! Get up! Dress at once: they are going to kill you."
"Who?" I asked.
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