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Last week some of the mystery was cleared up. Available for the fall opening of schools was the first comprehensive text on the "applied science" of guidance (Techniques of Guidance; Harper, $3.50). Its author, Arthur E. Traxler, is a conscientious Ph.D. who for the past nine years has been associated with the Educational Records Bureau, academic efficiency experts who think every school should get itself a Guidance Officer. His book was brimful of Guidance. By internal evidence, the Guidance Officer seemed to be a half-robot, half-notetaking middleman on the faculty. His impressive task: to make "each individual understand...
Tindol was dead but Traxler fell out of the car moaning. "Why did you shoot me"? he asked. Said Denton, "I asked you three or four times to let us go. You said you needed us in your business. This was some of my business...
Soon Nell came down with bags and her two dogs, Sweetpea and June. Then every-one knew she was planning to leave for good. The car roared off and stopped at Mars Turner's filling station at the edge of town. Pete Traxler was sitting in the driver's seat with two revolvers and Tindol was in back with two revolvers and a 30-30 Winchester. Just then Frank Dorris the town marshal drove by and Nell said, "There's the Law. You'd better duck." Pete, who acted drunk, roared with laughter and Mars Turner...
...good deal grimmer that night down near the Texas border when a fusillade of bullets raked the Traxler car. As officers came up they found Nell sitting in it, fainted dead away with Sweetpea and June in her lap. All night 500 officers with bloodhounds searched the Washita River bottoms. Sometime near dawn Traxler and Tindol routed out James E. Denton, a frail middle-aged oil pumper and took him and his car. Later in the morning after driving through Caddo, they seized a farmer, Fred Trimmer, and changed cars. They had several close calls driving through towns, and going...
Towards evening they pulled up on a deserted country road a few miles north-west of Boswell, Okla. and decided to wait for dark. Farmer Trimmer, a silent man, was-still at the wheel, with Pete Traxler beside him, a gun in his lap. Behind Trimmer sat Tindol also with a gun and across the seat sat graying little James Denton-whose middle name was Ethel because his parents hoped for a girl- wondering what his wife and three children would do if the badmen decided to kill him when dark came. Traxler and Tindol, who had been living...