Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1945)

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You’d meet daug^hter Maria (who has never before been photographed) and Arno seed into the soil, see it grow and use the produce. Owning soil gives a deep inner satisfaction. A satisfaction I have been lucky enough to always Icnow. I remember how we used to spend summers and all vacations on my father’s ranch outsideHelena in Montana. Most of the time my brother and I would go riding and playing with the neighbor rancher’s kids. There was always something exciting going on.” Suddenly Coop laughed. “One summer when I was eight years old the railroads were washed away by the heavy rains. In our section a number of Turks were brought in to do the repair jobs. What colorful people. They wore the most fantastic costumes with red fezzes and carried daggers or knives. None of them spoke English, but in spite of that, when they sat around on their haunches telling stories after sunset, I sat by and watched. “We had a very clear mountain spring on our ranch, three and a half feet deep. It was set right in the shade of aspens, nice and cool. The Turks asked permission to cool their beer in our spring and there were usually about twenty -four cases in it at a time. Of course I had never tasted beer before in my life, but one evening they offered me some and I didn’t {Continued on page 118) Proclucer-slar of “Along Came Jones” shows you how to Jay a stone walk 55