THE QUEEN BUSINESS (Continued from Page 4) This discovery opened up a whole new line of effort, and I really had fun with new hopes and ideals and dreams. Now my horse and I would work together and do all we could to excel someone or something. And in a larger way I would work also with other persons doing things with animals and young people in a basic activity of American society to keep this country the very best place in which to live and share the good things of life. Although I had not yet even thought about formal competition, such as showing horses, I was presently in a "big time" contest. I started to work with cattle. This is a contest that is a real challenge. It takes quite a bit of "know how" to do a good job of handling cattle, and it also takes experience and judgment. This was real competition and it soon started to become serious business. My dad was wonderfully patient with me as he continued to be my number one hero as well as teacher. The large change in my exciting life of competition came when I joined the 4-H Clubs of America. No, I didn't raise horses this time, as horses were not yet considered as a 4-H project. Instead I took "baby beef" and it was here I got my first taste of formal contest work. It seems as though many times that first taste of something new can be pretty bitter, and my first try at formal competition was no exception. I shall never forget that first Lyon County Stock Show. The weather was beautiful and I was bubbling with excitement and anticipation. Then when I got to the show grounds things began to change. The calf I was so proud of and had dreamed of winning prizes on the last ten months couldn't even compare with the high-bred stock of the other kids. But this wasn't all. I didn't know anything about showing or grooming a show ring animal either. Needless to say, my "pride and joy" was judged and placed at the very bottom of his class, and I returned home in a very different mood from that with which I had left. However, I did learn a lot at that show. Maybe I had to learn it the hard way in order to profit most from that sad experience, but I did learn. Not only did I learn something about grooming and fitting an animal, but I also learned what I feel is the most important lesson of stiff competition. There is always one person at the very top and one person at the very bottom, and it is up to these two people to set the sportsmanship for the ones in-between. It's mighty hard to be a good loser without quitting. Believe me, I know! But it is also hard to be a winner without bragging. Also I learned that in order to be that one lucky person at the very top, you have to have something different, something that no one else has. Your style must be highly individual and yet very pleasing. That is what my next calf must have! I set this as a goal then and I'm still using it because I can't find any other that seems to succeed as well. My next calf did have something different. In fact, he had something that people had told me was impossible. This calf did tricks, and this was something entirely new to the beef show rings but it was something people liked. By "tricks" I mean that this calf would get down on his knees and "say his prayers," then climb up on a box and look very pleased with himself, and finally take his bow by kneeling down on one front leg A great big blocky Hereford is not really built for this kind of parlor game, and it was amusing to see one doing such tricks. So I won the honor of the best junior beef showman for Nevada that year as well as recognition at a major show. Yes, that year was a lot different from the one before. While I'm reminiscing, I'd like to mention the Cow Palace. This is a beautiful indoor arena in San Francisco, and is the home of one of the largest junior livestock shows in the world, known as the Junior Grand National Livestock Exposition and Horse Show. It was my final year at this show that I got my introduction to television, and also received one of the highest honors in my eight years of 4-H club work. I was chosen 4-H representative for the show, and together with the FFA representative and the queen of the horse show, in which I also had an entry, advertised the Cow Palace on radio, television and at leading restaurants in 'Frisco. I had done some work on radio before at the Nevada Junior Livestock Show, engaged in a youth round table discussion the previous year at the Cow Palace, and as a contestant for queen of the horse show two years before; but this was my first time on television and, believe me, I was one scared kid! I mentioned being an exhibitor in the horse show at the Palace. You see, although I had been showing baby beef for eight years, I had not entirely forgotten about horses. In fact, I hadn't forgotten about them at all. I was helping work cattle all the while and had also started training stock horses. There is a statement my dad made when I started training horses in answer to that all-important question of "What to do when a horse you're training bucks with you?" His answer was simple: "Ignore him." That was a short answer, it's true, but its meaning and value are tremendous. You see, anything you do in an attempt to punish the horse for bucking will many times only confuse and scare him, whereas if you don't do anything but stay with him (and that isn't as easy as it may sound), he will usually give up the idea. Most of the setbacks and opposition we meet with melt away if one "ignores" them. Many other things offer fond memories. There were things like basketball games, teaching others to swim and to ride, Girls' State, summer camps, special dances and dates, that I'll never forget, but summing all these up the greatest one hasn't been mentioned. I really don't know how to say how great it is and how lucky I am, because I just don't think they make words that are that wonderful. In my home town newspaper it said that I had won the title of Ogden Pioneer Days Sweetheart, which included mainly a two-year scholarship to Weber College. Gosh, some people think that competition doesn't mean very much, but to me a life of competition has been ideal! Each time the competition got harder, but each time the benefits grew larger. Now after winning the Pioneer Days Sweetheart contest just this last summer, I am starting to realize what competition has done for me. If I hadn't won this contest, for instance, I would not have come to Weber College, and that would have been terrible! After going to Weber now for two quarters, I'm sure I couldn't have liked any other college better or have learned any more practical and useful things than I have here. But that isn't all, by any means, that being the Pioneer Days Sweetheart has done for me. There are so many opportunities that a rodeo queen receives that will help her in whatever she decides to do that it is hard to realize them all. For instance, she is given the opportunity to learn how to meet people, to talk about many different things with many different types of people, and to meet the public by doing something she understands well, such as riding horseback. It's these things that are so hard to find the words to explain and to show just how much they mean. And yet it is these things that mean so much, not only now but also later on! Twenty-four HOW TO BE AN OLD MAID (Continued from page 15) Here is a hint for your career. One boy here at college said, "All the old maids I know are school teachers." This is also true of many other vocations women are engaged in. Quoting wise old Prof. James Hardvee on this subject, we find that these vocations are nursing, telephone operating, night work, and some textile work. Of course, as a school marm you're naturally excluded from eligibles. If you must like men, just remember to fall for the right type. Fall flat on your face for a four-year man. By the time his four years with the military are up, for example, he will have forgotten he even knew little ol' you, and you'll be too old to try again. Included in the category of four year men are: service men, college men, and convicts. Other hopeless cases are married men. They give you the eye, buy you expensive gifts and one beautiful night. You say, "Reginald, darling, will you marry me?" And Reginald answers, "Good heavens, girl, didn't I tell you I was married?" Reginald belongs to the cigar store Indian class hopeless as a husband, but just right for an old maid. The following tricks are to be used to supplement your long range plan. Remember the guiding principle of the Old Maids' Protective League: If men are not repulsive to you, you must be repulsive to men. Hazeltine Blat was a prize pupil of this school of thought. She found that by showing off and talking loudly and endlessly in the company of men she would weary them to such an extent they left her alone by the hundreds. Another sure way of escape she used was the giggle. It was a cross between Jack Allen's laugh and a donkey's bray. Whenever she slipped and found herself at a dance with a man, she always got rid of him by singing a waltz while he was trying to keep in step with the boogie the combo was playing. Hazeltine knew the words to every song and never failed to reveal the fact. Every once in a while, her date would get romantic and try to steal a kiss. Closer and closer he came until Hazeltine could feel his hot breath on her nose. Just then she would let out a warwhoop and cuss and swear at him till the poor boy ran. The authors once took a survey of several colleges and located some gimmicks they will pass on to you. One girl from Weber call her U-2 accepted a date to go swimming. Realizing her mistake, she first told the boy how she was going to change her husband when they were married. Then to make doubly sure he wouldn't want to marry her, she dared him to stay underwater for ten minutes. That solved the problem. She had managed to get out of her difficult situation so well that we asked her for a few hints. She made the following recommendations: Be the eager beaver type. Propose marriage on the first date. This should rid you of him for good. Disagree with everything he says, and never let him win an argument. Also interrupt him continually. Don't laugh at his jokes, even if you choke to death trying to keep from it. If you can talk all the time, without letting him get a word in edgewise, you won't have this difficulty. If you are not the energetic type, there is an alternate method. Don't talk. Don't listen. Look off into the distance with a soulful look on your face, and hum under your breath. Follow the example of the early pioneers. Travel in groups of girls with the same ambition for protection. United you stand, divided you end up living in a subdivision. If every other method fails, move into a girls' dormitory. Then make sure that he gets inside the door. The other girls will take care of him for you. This method is to be used only after all others have failed, as it is somewhat dangerous. If you must go out, go out only with bashful Phoenix boys. Stay away from the fellows in Excelsior and Sigma. Being a Phoenix member is about like being a four-year man . . . those guys are slow. Above all, don't paint yourself into a corner, she cautioned. Another girl, P-U, was also very successful at spinster-hood. She never wore lipstick, eyebrow pencil, nylon hose, sweater girl sweaters, high heels, low necks, or perfume (except Old Post Mortem). Remember, ladies! In all your endeavors, BE PERSISTENT! Any girl can be an old maid, if she really tries. Don't let every man who falls in love with you influence your objective. Some men may offer you money, jewels, love, happiness, or anything else they can think of at the moment. But DON'T YOU BELIEVE IT! They may fall at your feet, kiss your toes, rob a bank, or die for you. Pay no attention to any of these actions unless it is the last. That is the only way you'll be safe. The vivacious, responsive girl who plays up to men, stirs up something dangerous in them that could easily lead to embraces, lips on lips, and marriage pays for it later. Soon she is no longer a sweet, young thing, but a tired - out, downtrodden, ever - suffering housewife. So strive now for the deadpan face, the dull eyes, the flat-footed cow-like walk no swing, no spring, no swish, no life. Don't compromise. Why be difficult? With a little effort you can become impossible! "Tell me, are you a "veteran?" Twenty-five