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We wish to express our appreciation of the many good things,,
said about'thc first issue of the "ARK", both from those in ﬁﬁ
the Bureau, and from outsiders too. Much of the credit should i%
go to our artist, Mr. Ed. Brady, and to Mr. Frank Linkenberg of :2
the State Office at Louisville, for the skilful manner in which '4
these drawings were reproduced. 9%

We also take this opportunity to thank our contributors 71
for the articles, stories, and poems which graced the pages of 2;
our first issue, and trust that mere than ever they will continue E:
to carry on the good work. We are, unfortunately, not in a pos— C7
ition to tarry details of athletic and other activities, for Eig
obvious reasons, but hope to remedy this in the future. Our
Bureau is not a large one as you know, and our clientele changes
rapidly.

As on a ship, the Log Book is a chronicle of our joys, our
//?h7x:\\\ sorrows, and our daily activities. If any of the quips and sallys
offend you, please remember that no malice is intended. The Log
Book will continue the news of everyday happenings, together with
dds and ends of philosophy and poetry, and contributions to this
feature will be welcomed. Don’t be afraid of your literary style
::=<:;:fzégé/ ﬁler lack of it. We work everything over to suit ourselves anyhow!

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Tell us what you like in a magazine of this type. Let us
know what you want and we will endeavor to accommodate you. Better
still, sit dewn and write us a story or an article, but for the

VF? love 0' mike, keep away from the hobo stuff. We're all just about
’ fed up on that line of tripe! And let's be original. Any one of

the men in the Bureau has a story in his insides that would be

a wow if put into print. we're willing to help. \\»a)‘

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We're on our way. Here's wishing you all Ben Voyage — and
the best 0’ luck!

The Skipper,

Frank Perry.

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Tlie unemployment problem is just as mus h a reality
here as elsewhere, and hundreds of local men and women
daily walk the streets vainl. looking for work that
cannot be Jound. Because this co- ditien, Transients
are dis courabed from seekinv employment here. There are
few opportunities for a str1nger to become absorbed into
the local ifo of Lexington.

We find that about 50% of those who register here
stqy only 24 hours or less. To these men we should like
to make 9 suggestion. Camp Roosevelt, located near Paducah
for young men between the ages of 15 and 21, is the best
thing yet. It has a splendid location, new buildings,
and 500 acres of grounds; with a swimming pool, tennis
courts, and other outdoor sports. You will have a chance
to learn a trade and equip yourselves for the future in
a good job. It's a real opportunity, and worth looking
into. Photog;r1phs in the lobby o1 t‘e main office will
give you some idea of the surroundinfgs. Some restrictions
and quali1iea tions necessary for your own protection, of
course. See Miss Adams or Captain Wolfe about this.

For the older men there's Camp Pakuneki, situated about
twenty miles from here on the Kentucky River. It's a Boy
Scout Camp, Lith a large mess h1ll 1nd Snell cabins, way
out in the oeuntry, with plenty 01 time for fishing, sxdmm—
ing, boating, and other sports. The ggenere1l maintenance of
the Camp and road takes up about 30 hours a week of your
time, and you 1.ill find a regular bunch of fellows out there.
During July, the camp will be moved to Georget01m , where
the men r1ill build a couple of dams. Somethin"+ uO do xvith
the iish Conservation people we underste nd, not a Boulder
Dam prejectﬁ Good swimming and fishing, and plenty of out~
door sports too.

There 8 always a chance in the amninistrative departments
of the Bureau for men.who poSsess a knowledge of office imrk
or typewriting, carpentering, cooking, painting, and so
forth. You hare only to tell your case worker of your qual—
ifications and she will be glad to help. These men are classed
as specialists and receive more pay. You have to prove your—
self First, of course, but it's north looking into.

Why not look around before you pass on through?

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The shrill blast of a whistle echoed through the woodlands
of Camp Pakuneki. Fran all directions the men came running, to
fall into line on a level spot behind the mess hall. Sergeant
Smith‘s face was a study in grim lines.

”Hen," said the Sergeant in an even voice, ”I have news for
you. On the Doctor's orders I have tendered my resignation to
Captain Wolfe, and I expect to be relieved-within a day or so.
You have been good workers; you have never complained even though
you had good cause at times, as when the commissary supplies were
delayed, and when the opening days at camp were trying to all of
us. I wish you all the best of luck. Carry on, men."

But not a man.moved: Each was thinking of the times when
Sergeant Smith had helped out in the little things that mean so
much — a cigarette here — a few dimes there - the cheery remark
that revives the spirit of the dewncast — the absolute fairness
of tae Sergeant in.all things.

They were thinking of the man who had carried on through more
than thirty years in the larincs, the man who could obey as well
as command. The man who could hold the respect of a crowd of men
gathered tog ther frmn all parts of the country, from all walks in
life; men of all ages; and without the restraining regulations of
the army at his back, had welded together an efficient unit that
regarded everything as part of the day's work; to be endured without
complaint and without praise unless well deserved. Not a man in the
anks but felt as though he were losing a friend and a counselor.

“Barnacle Bill" stepped forward one pace from the ranks and
saluted. "May 1 speak a fee words on behalf of the men Sergeant?"
he requested. "Carry on,” said Sergeant Smith.

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'0 hate to see you go Sergeant, said "Barnacle Bill." we

shall miss that whistle of yours and the way you blow'it. We shall
miss the way you bawl us out - we shall miss the sulphoreus salutation
to the laggard and the guy who tries to get in good.”He hesitated,
turned, and faced the men. ”What's the matter with Sergeant Smith,
fellows?” he called.

’TEHS ALLIGHT,” cemo in a yell that could have been heard in

iyronc.

”Get the hell out of here, you blank, blank, blankety blanks,"
said Sergeant Smith.

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They call us Transients as they pass us/by,
And little we know of the future;

Transients we all may be yet heading the same,
Down to the end of the Trail;

Life, with it's treasures and sorrows leaves us
Harried and haunted.

Like wraiths from the tombs of the dead and forgotten
. Such are we of today;
Sleeping like embers of burning coals under the ashes
of life - forgotten and gone;
Creeping steadily onward towards the goal of Death
Drifting ghosts of the past.

Once across life's pages we wrote a message there
In scarlet mld gold of fame;

But Death in his race with Time across Life
Marked us as his own;

Living as men who have died and yet no place
To lay down and call it ended.

Onward we drift in hell's arkest torture yet living
In dreams of the past;

The living world floats before us as we reach out
Cold clutching hands;

To mirages of faces passing unknown endlessly onward
Strange and unseeing.

Hear us, the marching feet of ghosts from the past
Drifting along to oblivion;

The endless wandering of men without souls helpless
In the maelstrmu of life;

Caught in the sweep of the tide of eternity
Drifting ghosts of the past.

-_FIPI

From the dim past of half forgotten yesterdays, we see
the silent shapes of men who once were the powerful leaders
of life and commerce; but today are only the slowly drifting
ghosts of former glories, drifting aimlessly toward the defeat
of death.

Tﬂth their passing we shall see great changes. Few other
points within the memory of mankind will be as great a change
as this earth will witness in the coming days; and those who
have the power and courage to face this hardest test of humanity
can rightly be called werthy of the title ”MAN."

The weaker and less progressive will be left behind - classed
again as in the Middle Ages — slaves to those who rule them. A
new type of Universe will come into existence; one of science
overshadowing superstition. Many and varied religions will disappear,
and a new religion, based on actual fact found to be true by
science, will take a firmer hold; casting aside as useless what
we have all believed because someone told us so. Today, the trend
towards a thing being proven before it is accepted will help this
change.

Government of nations will give way to one Universal Government,
with a language welding into one the many fragments that at present
exist. Like the pure metal that is poured from the crucible; so
will this new nation pour forth from the melting pot of humanity,
cleaner and stronger than the mess that entered; the waste cast aside
never to be used again.

War will be a thing of the past due to the welding of nations,
brought about by the councils of the women of the world. Women will
play a much larger part in the nOW'universe than ever before, and
marriage as we know it today will cease to exist with the full eman—

‘ cipation of wmnankind. They will lead in the fields of science and
medicine, with an equal footing in the councils of mankind.

The human being will emerge from the present chaos cleaner in
mind and body than ever before. Under the able direction of medical
science, the unfit will be destroyed, leaving only the clean to carry
on the work of reproduction.

Li Ming Darcy
Camp Pakunoki.

What I No chances in the work of reproduction Li? No test tube
babies? Well, well, — that's good news!
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//6tézitem from "The Kentucky City" for June, 193 : "Installation
'in the Police Bureau of Records and Identification of a new system
of fingerprinting of prisoners, known as the Harry Battloy Single
Print System has begun. Louisville is one of the first cities in
the United States to install it."

***************

The Captain of the Police Force looked out of the window. A
truck, loaded with boxes and crates, had drawn up to the entrance
of the station house, and the expresanan was busy unloading.

”Whatta ya got, Bill?” asked the Police Captain. The expressnan
peered at the labels. "Some stuff from New Scotland Yard. Looks like
a lot of finger printing dope to me. Goin' to finger print everybody
in town? Gosh, but these things are heavy.” as grunted as he lifted
a heavy case. With the combined efforts of the entire police force,
the shipment was soon in the station house.

"Hey, lend a hand here," called the Captain to his Lieutenant,
”let's look this over and see what we have. Here’s a book ”Why, Where,
and How to Fingerprint." What does it say?”

The Lieutenant looked the shipment over. ”Looks pretty good to
me, but we aint got nobody to finger print much around here. We gotta
have somebody to practice on you know. Aint no good going down to the
jail house and finger printing them guys. We got the goods on them
anyhow. "

The officers went into a conference. "Do you think we could get
the whole tewn to come around and be finger printed?” said the Captain.
"Holy Smoke, that's an order,H aiswered the Lieutenant. "Say, what
about those guys over in the Transient Bureau. They would do to start
with, and we might pick up a couple of bums to pay for the trouble.
Suppose we go over there and see the boss."

”The Boss” was not much in favor of the idea, it seemed. "You see,
Captain, it‘s this wa . This Bureau is a part of the Rehabilitation
Progrmn, not a clearing house for police activities. I don't see why
we should turn these men over to you to finger print. In most cases,
they are amrking men out of a job, and they come here only as a last
resort. There’s about two million others just like them in this country,
and that's a lot of people. Better let us handle this in our own way.

If we tarn it over to you, you'll be down here every time something

happens, photographing and measuring, and getting the place a bad name.

These fellows arc'nt like old time bums; they‘re in a different class,
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they're working for what they get, and they don't complain. There
isn't a crook in a carload as far'as I can see, and if there was,
and he's not wanted by the police, he's better off here trying to
get back on his feet than being chased all over the country, driving
him back into crime. So long, Captain. Hope you see the point."

The officers went back to the station house to figure out a
new angle. "That guy’s tough," said the Captain. "Let's go down
and see the Editor of the ”ARK". Maybe he can figure something out."
They found the Editor busy as usual, doing his best to guide public
opinion through the editorial columns, printing all the news that's
fit to print, and leaving out all the news that would be detrimental
to the interests of the "advertisers", as editors will, all the world
ever!

He listened to their story. "So you want to practice on the
fellows in the Transient Bureaus, Eh? Well boys, that’s O.K. by no,
but let's analyze the situation. we have about five thousand citizens
from our State looking for work in other States, and about the same
number from other States looking for work here. I guess there’s about
two million men jumping around the country right now, and they don't
stand a ghost of a chance of getting a job."

”I've been around some of these Bureaus and talked to the men.
They work just as hard for a dollar a week as the 000 boys do for a
dollar a day. Day in and day out they go through the same routine,
no friends except among their own kind, no home life or comforts,
they live according to rules and regulations, and they eat and wear
what is given than. They behave themselves on the whole about as well
as the rest of the population, and you wont find many bums among them.
A bum wont work thirty hours a week for his keep and a dollar; he
can bum that much in an hour any evening. In my opinion these fellows
deserve credit for carrying on and not rocking the beat.”

”As for these Bureaus being a haven for criminals, criminals
don't mix with these follows. In the first place, these men haven't
the inclination to steal, they would rather work for a living; but
if a man does go wrong, he usually goes wrong in a big way through
desperation. The percentage of men in this class is small; the criminal
usually starts something before he ever gets into a Transient Bureau.
They have a habit of checking up on the men in a bureau, and it isn't
long before they have the low down on them. The rule seems to be that
a man can stay as long as he behaves himself, and I can't see anything
wrong in that.”

”These men are victims of a condition over which they have no
control, and for which they are not to blame. The national revenue
has drop ed frmn eighty billion dollars to forty billion dollars,
and jobs are scarce. Employed people are antagonistic towards Transients
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T H E L O W D O W N

being located in their midst. The local unemployed are a sufficient
menace to the stability of their jobs.”

”What has been done SO far for those Transients is only an
experiment; a blind groping for a Solution to a problem that will
be with us for some tine. Remember, these Transients are classed
as unattached men, men without families, and they are footloose
for that reason. Under present conditions, they can't find work no
matter where they go, and we should face that fact. They will not
stay at home to live on friends and relatives, hence they take to
the road."

"In my opinion, they should be put to work on public projects
similar to the CCC, away from the cities, at work of which they are
capable of doing, and be paid in accordance to the value of this
work to the community. To expect these men to do routine work around
a Transient Center for a dollar a week and their keep, and be satisfied,
is asking too much of human nature. we are a constructive people —
and must be constructively employed to be contented."

"After the labor market has become active, these Transients
could be returned tO'their home States, to their home towns, to their
own localities. The National Reemployment Agencies could be used as
a barometer of labor conditions to control this factor.”

”But what about the bums, the wont works, the drunkards, the
dope fiends, the petty thieves? Seems to me they can't be classed
as workmen out of a job," said the Captain.

"You policemen can handle them in your own way," went on the
Editor. ”The Bureaus could easily be used as a sieve to sort them out
and you would be welcome to them. But you wont find them out by
finger printing them. There's no such thing as a criminal finger
print that I knew of. Finger printing may discover the criminal after
the crime is committed, but even hanging wont deter men from committing
a crime unless you hang them first."

The officers looked at each other and grinned. "A big help you
turned out to be,” said the Captain, rising. "well, we gotta practice
on somebody with this new finger printing outfit. Come on, let's go,
Lieutenant. we'll start on the fellOWS they chuck out of the Bureaus,
first thing in the morning. So long, Mr. Editor."

Note: Nothing like the above ever happened: It’s only a fantasy, but
maybe some progressive editor will read it, to the end that intelligent
and constructive editorials may be written that will point to a
solution to the Transient problem, and also be in keeping with the
spirit of the New Deal.

--F.P.

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REVERIE

Ua ~ as gypsies by day,
Dreamers all - at night;
Visions of Home and Mother,

Come with the camp fire's light.

IEKWDEALUST

You are everything to me,
Imaginary - or real;

You come in the Springtime,
You leave me in the Fall.

You make me live like a gypsy,
Your soothing presence I feel;
Though - I cannot see you,

Each Spring I hear your call.

TO AN OLD FLAME

To you - my thanks for guiding me
Through this world's bitter college
You were so good to know,

To you my dear - indeed I owe

all of my acquired knowledge

of Life, of Love, - and Wool

EPMORROW

This depression shall not daunt me,
Shall not chain me to ”Hell’s“ floor;
For I shall climb, up back again,

To heights - I knew before.

I shall not lose my courage,
Though weaklings ‘round me vmine;
I know that, perhaps tomorrow,
The sun - again will shine.

- um. Schmidt
Lexington, Ky.

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THE COUNCIL V
OF THE MYSTEPIOUS THREE

The Council of thclﬁysterious Three has jurisdiction over
the misdeeds and complaints of the men of the Bureau. If
you have a complaint to make — put it in writing and turn
it over to Mr. Stagg. If you have been accused, your side of
the question will be heard impartially. The Council will
decide for or against you; affix a penalty or acquit you.
All penalties are subject to appeal to Captain Wolfe.

The Council meets on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at
3 P.M. to hear complaints and pass judgment. Judges will
be appointed each month from the men in the Bureau.

This method of procedure enables any member of the Bureau
to state his case before an bipartial jury, and eliminates
any suggestion that judgment is dispensed arbitrarily and
without consideration of all the facts. These are a few of
the cases tried recently:

E.M. Accused of creating a disturbance in the dining

room. Evidence showed that E.M. was late at mealtime and
objected to losing his piece of cake for desert. There simply
wasn’t any more and he refused to believe it. E.M. was proven
to have stayed late at work without authority. Penalty — to

be on time for meals in future, and if unavoidably detained,

to bring note from official detaining him, after first notifying
the Steward. Later — checked out for insubordinatien.

J.S. Accused of wondering if he could get away with a
couple of sheets and sell them. Evidence showed that the
wondering was done aloud in the presence of several witnesses.
Penalty — not to be allowed in sleeping quarters between rising
and retiring unless accompanied by guard. Later — checked out
of own accord.

H. H. ﬁccused of using general wash basin - Ise. case. Refused
to submit to jurisdiction of court and stated that his attorney
would defend his case next sitting o: court. to understand that
H.H. left for Washington to take the matter up with the President
L.W. Accused of exceeding his authority as foreman. An
exceedingly mixed up argument that ended in L.W. being acquitted %
to the relief of everyone concerned, including his accuserl
Checked out few days later.

--F.P.

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We were sitting on the porch of the El Dorado, ”Barnacle

g WBill” and I, dallying with ice cold hum.punches. From time to

iéytime we could hear the dull echoes of drums from the mountains
,%ehind us, rolling across the miles with a weird cadence. Bill
shivered, although the night was warm, and looked apprehensively
over his shoulder into the shadows cast by the tropical moon.

”Haiti, the Island of Black Magic,” mused ”Barnacle Bill".
”Strange things are happening up there in the mountains tonight.
It was just such a night as this, many years ape, that I first
came in contact with Voodoo mysteries, and to this day, I am not
sure if what I saw actually happened."

He lapsed into silence, and his gaze wandered to the "ARK",
anchored below us in the quiet harbor. A shift of the night breeze
brought the throbbing of the drums louder and closer, to die away
with the falling wind.

”She was a beautiful girl,” went on Bill. ”Her name was a
musical one, Lolita; the daughter of a French planter and a negro
mother. By some queer chance, little of her negro blood showed on
the surface. Her dark eyes and exquisite form enchanted me when
I first SQW‘hOT, standing in the patio of her father's hacienda
back in the hills. I was there on a business trip, scouting for
mahogany. From the very first we both felt that attraction for
each other which could only be eonsumated by a mingling of our
passionate embraces. For weeks I stayed there.”

"One night I gave her a beautifully carved bracelet I had
picked up in Haiti. A marvelously proportioned green enameled
serpent wound its sinuous length over the broad silver background
of the ornament, and her eyes dilated with emotion when she saw
it.'Uith gasping breath and heaving bosom she clasped the bracelet
on her forearm. I was amazed at the change in her appearance, as
gathering up the folds of her dress, she disappeared into the
hacienda vdthout a word. The night was still young as I retired
to my room, to ponder over the strange effect of the bracelet upon
Lolita. It was most uncanny.”

”Shortly before midnight, I was aroused from my reverie by a
movement at the edge of the palms that bordered the roadway in
front of th- hacienda. Moving noiselessly from shadow to shadow,

I saw Lolita, dressed in flowing robes of white, the bracelet
glistening in the moonlight as she turned and looked backward before
disappearing into the dense undergrowth beyond the road. Something
in her features, plainly to be seen at this distance, caused me to
start from my seat. In place of the tropical languor of her dark
eyes, I saw the eyes of a demoni Buckling on my heavy revolver, I
stumbled down the stairway and followed.”
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V O O D O O N I G H T S

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”Barnacle Bill” paused, the faraway look in his eyes disappeared
as he reached for his rhum punch and took a long drink. The palms
rustled in the breeze as the boom, boom, boom, of the drums came
echoing down the mountainside. I waited for him to continue.

”I followed her for miles it seemed,” he went on, ”keeping in
the shadows as much as possible. Occasionally she looked backward,
but I was able to slip into the shadows of the rocks in time to
prevent discovery. Turning quickly into a narrow ravine at the side
of the trail she disappeared from sight. I entered cautiously, At
the far end of the ravine I saw a low squat building of stone, with
narrow windows high up near the thatched roof. All was quiet as the
grave.”

”I stood there for some time trying to come to a decision. Should
I go through with this strange adventure, or return to the hacienda?
After all, I knew little of Lolita, and had about decided to return,
when suddenly a piercing shriek came from the building, together
with the thudding boom,boem,boom, of Voodoo drums. A wild chorus of
voices, raised in a weird chant broke out. Throwing caution to
the winds, I made my way to the rear of the building, and scrambling
upon a sloping rock, I gazed through one of the narrow windows upon
a sight that almost froze my blood. A dozen naked black figures were
dancing wildly around a low altar of stone; their eyeballs rolling,
the perspiration flowing in streams over their bodies, their arms
flung upwards. At the foot of the altar sat tvm old crones, black as
midnight, their doubled up fists and open palms alternately striking
the drums held between their knees.”

"In the fitful light of blazing torches I saw Lolita, the dull
ivory of her naked body in strange contrast to the others. The glare
in her eyes fasinated me; they were rolling and bloodshot and her
lips were drawn back over her white teeth in a horrible manner. She
was approaching the altar from the side math the stealthy steps of
a tigress, and in her right hand she held a long keen knife. The
chanting increased to a shrill cresendo as the drums throbbed and
reared, echoing from.the walls in a pandemcnium of Sound."

”Stretched upon the altar, bound hand and foot, was a young white
girl. Her golden curls tumbled about her shoulders, and as I looked
I could see that she too was naked. Upon her body had been drawn,
with some pigment or other, the symbol of the green serpent. A wild
look of terror was in her eyes as she followed the slowly lifting
hand of Lolita. At the other side of the altar an immense black negro
stood immobile, a wooden vessel held between both hands."

V O O D O O N I G H T S

"I realized with a shock of fear and loathing that I had stumbled
upon a Voodoo sacrifice, and that beautiful, lovable Lolita was evidently
a High Priestess of the Cult: that murder would soon be committed before
my very eyes. But I could not move - I was spellbound with horror. I
watched Lolita raise her right hand, the bracelet sliding down her forearm.
The immense black, with a ghoulish look on his face, stooped down to
catch the blood of the human sacrifice.”

"Scream after scream ripped from the throat of the victim! Louder and
louder came the rear and throb of the tom tomsx'Wilder and wilder raged
the chant of the frenzied and gyrating negroes! Closer and closer came
the keen knife to the breast of the shrieking'girlt I could stand no mere.
Thrusting my revolver through the open window, I fired and fired again,
until the gun was empty. Turning, I ran from the building, down the ravine,
blindly and without direction. Suddenly I was falling, falling, through
space into darkness - a crash - and I knew no more."

"The sunlight was streaming into my room as I staggered weakly from
my chair. I looked with amazement through the window into the patio. There
stood Lolita, smiling up at me. She raised her
right arm and waved, the bracelet sliding down
her forearm. my God! Had I been dreaming? I
shall never know, because that day I left for
the coast, despite the piteous pleadings of
Lolita for me to stay. There are some things
that are past understanding in this beautiful
island, and I could never forget the diabolical
look on Lolita's lovely face as she raised her
right arm to plunge the knife into her shrieking
victim." He shudderedt

Slowly we finished our rhum punch, as the
rustling breezes in the palms carried once again
the sound of the Voodoo drums to our ears. Boom,
boom, boom, - dying away in the distance as the
tropical moon settled slowly over the shoulder
of the mountain.

We have seen Man 0' war: According to Frank Wilson, that
line should be in the center of this page - alone! To him,
Man o"War is the marvel horse of the aget The wonder horse
of the century! The non plus ultra of track record breakers:
The most magnificient morsel of horseflesh that ever graced
Kentucky's long list of thorobredst

Frank Wilson has charge of the figures that ShOW’hOW'muCh
each meal costs and wh . All day long he adds them up and
divides them down - but right along with all that brain work
he thinks, talks, and dreams horses. He knows every thorobred
by his first and last name. He even knowm the nickname of Man
0' Was. It's "Red, just plain "Red".

We found that out when Miss Adams - always a good scout ~
suggested that we slaves of the main office should run out in
her car and take a look at Man 0‘ War. It was hot as blazes and
close to lunch time so we went - praying that Man 0' war might
have no previous engagements!

Faraway Farm, the home of Man OI'War, is six miles from
Lexington, located in the midst of a beautiful countryside.
We passed many famous breeding farms, including the Dixiana
Stables and the Shandon Farm. Yearlings and two year olds were
standing under the shade trees, thinking of future races to be
won, and switching flies away with long svdnging tails. The
whitewashed stables, the rock walls, and the immaculate white
painted fences were a joy to behold. No other countryside looks
so peaceful and prosperous as this blue grass section of Kentucky.

A sign, reading ~ Man 0' war 2.9 Miles. Then another ~ 1.6
Miles to Man 0' War. A single sign, reading just Man 0’ war, and
we were there. We turned in through the tall iron gates, up
the driveway, turned to the left and stopped. Just a short
distance away was the barn wherein was installed Man 0‘ War.
Frank held his breath all the way up the short lane leading to
the wonder horse - through the gateway - and into the barn. His
eyes glistenod as he noted the name in polished letters of brass
on the stall door ~ MAN 0' WAR.

Others were there before us. Cars from States as far away
as Canada and Oklahoma stood in the driveway. We mingled with
the crowd that gazed with awe on the splendid specimen of horse
j losh - now seventeen years old - that stood in the center of the
‘ box stall. A light halter; held by an old time darky, allowed
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Man 0"War the freedom of the stall. It was a picture that will
live forever in the eyes of the beholders that day.

No wild uncontrollable steed this - but a calm, intelligent,
reposeful therobrod, proud in bearing and sure of himself. The
winner of twenty races out of twenty one, and that one race cost
his jockey his ticket - ruled off the track for life! No one
knows just hOW‘fQSt Man e"War can travel. H