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box built on the back of it, in which to carry her dog. Every once in a while orders come in for saddles with tail'hghts attached. One customer wanted a saddle made with an extra large horn — to accommodate a radio.
Each saddle is the work of only one man. There's no assembly line at Porters. They tried it during the war, reasoning perhaps that if Willow Run could adapt it to military airplanes, so could Porters to saddles. But it didn't take, because no two leather craftsmen work exactly alike.
Styles in saddles change over the years, just as they do in hemlines and neckties. Time was when the cowman preferred his saddle high and narrow. Now he wants it low and broad, which reflects the influence of rodeo. (Rodeo hands like a low saddle because it's easier to dive out of.)
The mode in chaps, boots and Western hats has changed, too. The cowpuncher used to prefer tight-fitting "stovepipe" chaps that he went into like a pair of pants. Now he likes the "batwing" style, which snap around his jeans and fit loosely.
In boots, the heels are getting lower. Here again it's the rodeo influence. With a lower heel there's less chance for a calf roper to turn his ankle when he leaps off his horse to wrestle the slippery dogie.
There isn't any demand nowadays at Porters for the 10-gallon hat — five gallons or thereabouts is as much as the modern cowpoke ever wants. The brim runs from three to three and a half inches. Since the cowboy inevitably rolls the brim of his hat over each eyebrow. Porters anticipates him and steam-curls the brims just the right amount in just the right places.
This is perhaps a clue to the enduring success of "The West's Most Western Store." Even while the Porter boys are tossing out their beguiling lariat to rope in the rich trade of the West's mounting legions of dudes, they never take their eye off the lowly cow-waddie. So long as they can keep him comfortable, he'll keep their interesting institution what it is today — as solidly entrenched in Western tradition as sheriffs' posses, sLx-guns and white-faced Herefords.
Country Girl: "Paw's the best rifle shot in this county."
City Shcker: "What does that make me?"
Country Girl: "My fiance."
A young couple asked the parson to marry them immediately following the Sunday morning service. When the time came, the minister rose and announced: "Will those who wish to be united in the holv bonds of matrimony please come forward?"
There was a great stir — and 13 women and one man walked up to the altar.
The average person bristles with indignation if it is intimated that he is buying heavier than normal.
Not so a woman at a suburban market. She came up to the cashier with half a dozen cans.
"Hoarder," sniffed the woman who was next in line.
"Hoarder yourself," replied the first woman sweetly. "I just happen to love pepper."
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Missionary — Now, in Africa, there are miles and miles without a single school. Why ought we to save up our pennies?
Jackie — To pay our fare to Africa.