Western Comrade . tible desire, on many occasions, to break this aw-ful silence? James Cronin nodded his head. I feel that you had some things you were almost I The Western Comrade 27 insane in your anxiety to say; and yet, yon did nottalk. Surely there was one thing, above all, that youdesired to say—something. Tell me, what was it?James Cronin cleared his throat. Warden Pollack leaned forward a bit, so anxious was he to catch thefirst words to come from this man of silence. In a solemn tone, the convict asked: Have yuh got the makins? The Man On the Spot F. P. MacMahon The man who is in char
Western Comrade . tible desire, on many occasions, to break this aw-ful silence? James Cronin nodded his head. I feel that you had some things you were almost I The Western Comrade 27 insane in your anxiety to say; and yet, yon did nottalk. Surely there was one thing, above all, that youdesired to say—something. Tell me, what was it?James Cronin cleared his throat. Warden Pollack leaned forward a bit, so anxious was he to catch thefirst words to come from this man of silence. In a solemn tone, the convict asked: Have yuh got the makins? The Man On the Spot F. P. MacMahon The man who is in charge of Things Doing atRancho Llano del Rio is F. P. MacMahon, former presi-dent of the Building Trades Council of Los AngelesCounty. He is a man who knows his business, whounderstands what must be done and how to have itdone. MacMahon is loved by all who come in contactwith him. He directs the work in a sane, democraticmanner, always getting the results needed. There is inspiration for the workers in the tireless. and uncomplaining way Mac takes hold of the big jobson the rancho and pushes them through. He has athorough grip on atfairs, and whether it be big enter-prises or small, he is never at a loss. From clearingland with the tractor down to the disposition of a dozenof the rapidly arriving red pigs, he is there with aquick decision and prompt action. Considerable merriment has been caused by the waymen who have had no experience in agricultural pur-suits have taken hold of tasks on the rancho. A former bookkeeper saved the lives of several weaklings amongthe porkers because of his skill in feeding them with afountain pen filler until nursing nipples could besecured. BLIND By Harry Kemp The Spring blew trumpets of color; Her Green sang in my heard a blind man groping Tap-tap with his cane; II pitied him his blindness : But can I boast I see?Perhaps there Avalks a spirit Close by, who pities me,— A spirit who hears me tapping The five-sensed cane of mindAmid such
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