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Lassie bought trainer Rudd Weatherwax a nice big piece of the Valley.
the natives it's all The Valley, where the amateur has gone back to the land and the farmer has gone quietly crazy.
The people who live there are a hardy race. They work themselves thin making movies or broadcasting coast to coast for the doubtful joy of racing some thirtyfive to fifty miles home each night to milk a cow who, for the price, ought to give pink champagne, or tend a flock of chickens that should lay golden eggs — and don't.
Take the case of Gale Page. She confided to Bill Bendix, who's been a Valley dweller for a couple of years, that she wanted to buy a ranch. "Then you'd better grab off a radio show to support it," said farmwise Bill. Gale bought the ranch — and accepted a radio offer -when the feed bills began rolling in.
Then there's Lassie,, that hard-working collie farmer.
For him to return to the soil where his forefathers undoubtedly herded sheep, he has to supplement his weekly ABC program with all the movies he can lay paws on. This provides him with a cow and with chickens "which produce about two dozen eggs a day at approximately five dollars the dozen. Of course it also enables him to take the air on his own private prairie, away from the hustle and noise of the city, and to entertain as non-paying guests some twenty-four canine friends, assorted ducks, pigeons, horses, and his favorite white cat. According to owner-trainer Rudd Weatherwax, who works the ranch, Lassie is entitled to his fair share of the good things of this world. Just the same, it's the most expensive Noah's Ark on record! Jovial Tom Breneman, a Valley resident at the time of his death, was a chicken-raiser, as a man with breakfast on his mind might well be. {Continued on page 84)
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