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...childhood, fondly renewed acquaint ance with their clandestine friends Calamity Jane, Fearless Frank, Catamount Diamond, Sitting Bull. Younger fry read wonderingly of the swaggering, snarling, laughing outlaw of South Dakota's Black Hills, tried to picture his tight-fitting habit of black buckskin, his black "thorough bred steed," his broad black hat with "a thick black veil over the upper portion of his face through the eyeholes of which gleamed a pair of orbs of piercing intensity." Thrilling indeed to New Yorkers was it to follow the band of masked riders through the Black Hills, into stage coach holdups...
...foolish fear. But a monarch of the forest flung his head in furious rage, Naught he cared for sovereign sahib, sought some foe now to engage; While the crowd in panic parted, perilled pundits sought a sage. . . . Through the throng just then there thundered, Than upon his tawny steed. Here the crowd went wild with clamor, dauntless courage met their need; Cameleer charging onward, urged his camel to high speed. Elephant raging, saw his coming, cowed, careened and fled in haste, Trumpeted loudly, sought the river, riven ears weren't to his taste, Floundered through the murky water...
...diplomat. The picture has all the proper- ties of its predecessor, but lacks the popular sentimentality. Worst shot: Rod La Rocque as the diplomat in a golf sweater which might better have been used to flag an airplane. The Hottentot (Warner Vitaphone). The Hottentot is a terrifying racing steed. He belongs to a horsey Eastern family, needs a rider in the coming steeplechase. From California comes Edward Everett Horton to visit. He loves the daughter of the house, Patsy Ruth Miller, who can love only horsey men. Timid, sedentary, Horton is no jockey, but a mutual friend tells Patsy Ruth...
...Yesterday I saddled my steed and galloped to Jedburgh ... to her very house. ... I found myself in her presence...
Sadly leading the prancing bay steed walked Sergeant Secrett, personal attendant to Earl Haig for many a year, now clad in mufti, his breast ablaze with medals won in action, his eyes streaming tears which he did not brush away...