Dakota Wesleyan University - Tumbleweed Yearbook (Mitchell, SD)

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'- 'TB' 7 i ' 'Tkgg Av-:..,,,,r1l?' ' Y - 7 S-1.43, ','Tl-. X 1-,,,.-,.,1 , Hn. COURSEY STORY CONTEST Major O W Coursey Mitchell postmaster and the leading authorlty on South Dakota literature offered a priiehof twenty five dollars to the winner of the TLIMBLEWEED short story contest The stories were handed to the TUMBLEWEED editor who numbered them and gave them to the judges who thus did not know who had written the stories The Judges were Miss Gethman Mr Walterhouse and MISS Field The unanimous decision of the judges reached mdependently was that the best story was Hes a Man by Laura Stark The complete story follows HES A MAN It had rained the night before and I didn t have much of anything to do be cause the fields were too soft for work Annie knows how fidgety and ner vous I get when I sit around all of a rainy day and dont do much of any thing so she asked me why I didn t take the cream and eggs to town I had been on the point of suggesting this myself but when she mentioned it I let her think it was her idea Something like that just suited me fine so after d1n ner I did my chores and then got ready for town I had plenty of tlme and a couple of miles of good soft sloppy dirt road between me and town so I went out to the barn and harnessed up the gray team Because both of the horses have pretty long tails I braided them and tied them up so that they wouldn t get muddy I hitched the grays onto the buggy and drove up to the house where I got the stuff I was taking to town Annie brought a blanket for me to put over my knees so they wouldn t get wet I told her I d be back for sup per and then I left I like to drive to town behind a big strapping team I never run my horses along on a drizzly day sort of gives me an excited feeling I havent never been able to explain it but I guess I feel llke that because rain is good for the crops That afternoon when I left home I sat back in the buggy seat and let the horses Iope along at their own speed It was fun to see their big gray hoofs come ploppxng down into the road about a half an inch and then a second later their hmd hoofs would come down right in the same tracks When I got tired of looking at that I vxatched the buggy wheels They were so narrow and the iron on them looked so glmty They seemed to cut in the mud just like a sharp knife cuts through one of Annies cake frostings and then when the wheel had gone over a place it closed up again I got a lot of fun out of that ride to town I saw crows Hopping around up in the tops of trees and the racket they make 1S enough to hurt anybody s ears and especlally if they aren t tuned to crow music There were lots of bugs and beetles flying around the puddles in the road too I tried not to run over them because I figured they were k1nd of pretty fCont1nued on Page 186D Z' it s 'KI s I . . Q Q a ' ll Y I .IN 1 , . . . Y through the mud: it isn't called for, and besides, I miss a lot if I do. Riding I , - q, ' ' . 1 in In '-.15- ' TUMBLEWEED 1933 c wb Page 179