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SING IT,
COWBOY!
to ride. He will tell you he's just a mere cowboy. It can be wondered when he did all of this cattle chaperooning he talks of. It must have been when he was quite young. But what's the difference — at least he has a nice voice and he plays a fair guitar. He has a big public, he looks the part and he has learned the words.
Billy Bonds, business manager of the outfit, is the nearest thing to the real goods. He's forty-five, leathery and tough. Born in Paducah, Kentucky, he has been in the West for twenty-five years. He's punched cattle and mended fences in Nevada, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico and California. It is a strange co-incident that the only old cowhand in the gang should be the business genius. Speaks well for the range, pard.
And there's a real, live university man in the gathering. That's Salvini (Sally) Baians. Just call him Sally, boys — but not to his face. He's a little big you know.
Baians was born and bred in Chicago thirty years back. He matriculated at Notre Dame where he learned to fiddle and play a slick game of tennis. Dare say he's about the only cowboy who ever won the Motion Picture Tennis Championship three years hand running. Would that make the Arizona Kid or some of the old gang turn a flip-flop in their graves. The answer is yes.
At present he is said to be at Paramount during his off hours playing the violin in efforts to make the stars cry. However, the writer can vouch for his fiddling — the boy's good, even if he doesn't have a cowpunching record. Then he was on Orpheum time for a while.
Al Hull is twenty-eight, has been with the boys for two years, plays a fiddle, harmonica, jews-harp and guitar. He's been a motion picture "cattleman" and was a Marine, which helps to make up for real range experience.
Born in Weed, New Mexico, Cactus Mack sounds like the real McCoy. His experience includes stage work, bronk riding and has taken a crack at being a ranch hand. He sings real nicely, plays a guitar and wears one of the biggest sombreros in the
Southwest. Just a cowboy, folks, without a range.
"Squeak" McKinney was born in Colorado, is twenty-seven and was with old California Frank in '17 to '21 — which may or may not make
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• The coiv-gentleman in the circle, both circles, shows the assemblage a little trick and fancy roping. He is "Monty" Montana, cowboy de-luxe. At the right we have Ted Brown, who draws a mean fiddle bow on the Ranch Boys proqram. Left, Jack Rose, "gitterist."
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