COULEE CITY DISPATCH, THURSDAY, MAY 8, 1941

authority of the Secretary of the In- Lovely Rugs Crocheted terior and the President of the o United States; namely certain From Old Silk Stockings ; ‘l-: *‘.\ .::::‘i:::.';:; lands . . .” . Preß ‘ N ~ AN YEARs) Am B 5 He droned through his preamble ] Farm SMOKYLESBN : ; AT A APPSR <55 S 5 e perfunctorily; everyone in the crowd - K> —‘—‘?&——7’s ?:& 'AR knew exactly what was involved. By : x ‘$ ¥ Torics Y ALAN LE MAY i W.N.U. Release Something more than land was here changing hands. To INSTALLMENT 1 hold.the Crying Wolf all but mean ‘supremacy THE STORY AND THE AUTB(_)E—- would GOOD PASTURE in the north. But this thing was Alan LeMay's reputation as a writer is many metropolitan writers of western fic- almost smell the smoke. ‘REST’ country LeMay's Smoky a glow- bigger than that. The two organiza- REQUIRES rapidly growing among readers who prefer tion, he knows that part of the in- ‘“The Years” is tions a good western story to any other sort of timately, and can set it on paper without ing, vividly written western romance which which here clashed again were great book. He has outstanding ability to make losing much of the freshness and feeling of contains all the speed and colorful detail the powers of the trails; be- his characters live against a background the plains and mountains. He can describe that is making him so popular today. It is hind each of them were whole coun- Planned Control Increases that is accurate to the finest detail. Unlike a viclous gunfight so graphically you can his best work. Don’'t miss it! ties of Texas mesquite grass plains, . Profits on s . great Livestock. cracking areas of the middle short- CHAPTER 1 run a crooked one, nor a square his old soft hat, nor the grass country, scores of The ring of the spurs he was believed to outfits. By F. V. BURCALOW trick where he could play a mean struggle between them had devel- crisis—the climax of one; it’s a long time since he rode sleep in. (Extension Agronomist, University of This was the oped with the Chisholm trail itself Wisconsin) all that long war. Here they sat, all night with his rifle in his hands, The trail years had leathered his —a decade-