e screen and the open end of the school building,
and with a gasp of amazement the audience saw there the double of the
procession which had just been pictured on the moving picture screen.

The actors in this part of the pageant crowded across the desert, were
stopped by a stampede of Indian ponies, and later made friends of the
wondering savages.

From this point on the history of the Panhandle developed rapidly. The
spectators saw the crossing of the plains by the early pioneers, both in
picture and by actual people, a train of prairie schooners drawn by
oxen, and a sham battle between the pioneers and the Indians.

The buffaloes disappeared from the picture and the wide-horned cattle
took their place. A picture of a famous round-up was shown, and then a
real herd of cattle was driven into the enclosure (they wore the Bar-T
brand) and several cowboys displayed their skill in roping and tying.

The curtain was dropped, there was a swift change, and it arose again on
a hastily-built frontier town--a town of one-story shacks with two-story
false fronts, dance and gambling halls, saloons, a pitiful hotel, and
all the crude and ugly building expressions of a raw civilization.

"My mighty!" gasped Captain Dan Rugley. "That's Amarillo--Amarillo as I
first saw it, twenty-five years ago."

People appeared in the street, and rough enough they were. A band of
cowpunchers rode in, with yells and pistol shots. The rough life of that
early day was displayed in some detail.

And then, after a short intermission, pictures were displayed again of
great droves of cattle on the trail, bound for the shipping points;
following which came pictures of the new wheat fields--that march of the
agricultural regime that is to make the Panhandle one of the wealthiest
sections of our great country.

A great reaper was shown at work; likewise a traction gang-plow and a
motor threshing machine. The progress in agriculture in the Panhandle
during the last half dozen years really excited some of the older
residents.

"Did you ever see the beat of that?" demanded Captain Rugley. "I'm blest
if I wouldn't like to own one of them. See those little dinguses turn up
the ribbons of sod! I don't know but that Frances can encourage me to be
that kind of a farmer, after all! There's something big about riding a
reaper like that one. And that threshing machine, too! Did you see the
straw blowing out of the pipes as though a cyclone was whirling it away