Word: vaquero
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Bedroom Eyes. At 32, Edward George Arcaro looks like a cross between a sleepy Mexican vaquero and Cyrano de Bergerac. He is Italian by descent, Ohioan by birth. His face is thin and olive-complexioned, falling away on all sides from his celebrated nose. (Pretty, blonde Mrs. Arcaro sees beyond the end of his nose, thinks the most striking thing about his face are his "big, brown bedroom eyes...
...were particularly interested in the line: "As a calf high-tailed it for the mesquite brush, the nimble cow ponies always outran it; a vaquero's lasso snaked out and around its neck, brought it thudding to the ground." Up here in the Hereford country of the Missouri Ozarks, no vaquero would drop his rope over a calf's neck for fear of general ridicule by everybody in the valley; if he could not get a clean throw at its front feet, he would settle for the hind feet...
This week Cattleman Robert Justus Kleberg Jr. (pronounced Clayberg) was riding a range as fabled as Pecos Bill's. The liege lord of all the King ranches and all the King ranchers was winding up the great fall roundup on his many pastures. With his hard-riding vaqueros, amid the dust and acrid smell of burning flesh, Bob Kleberg threaded his horse in & out of the milling hundreds of cherry-red cows and their calves. Lean-faced, gimlet-eyed, with the brim of his Stetson hat upswept in King Ranch fashion, Bob Kleberg told his vaqueros with swift gestures...
...would their only child, Helen, 20. Yellow-haired and attractive, "Helenita" can cut out a cow as fast as a vaquero, and spends all the time she can doing it. To her it's "like baseball every...
...grey light Gomez walked up to a fat steer, shot it between the eyes. He and his wife were butchering it with practiced strokes when a vaquero rode up, challenged them, fired over their heads. Scampering away through the mesquite, Mr. & Mrs. Gomez left their tools behind. When they dared go home, they found a policeman waiting on the porch. Last week, cowboy customers of Gomez' Grapevine Inn were sad: no more thick, juicy beefsteaks would they get. Angel was serving two years in prison...