Benson City Story

The bakers of what is broad present, you're all Star Western Center. This is all. I'm Hollywood, come to all Star Western Center. Starring America's great western singers, boy willing, and the writers of the Purple Sage, and music and song in a story of the West.

My name is Cotton Seed Park, and here are the writers of the Purple Sage. Deep within my heart, I can wear a dea-sa-l-a-woo-fenn-poo. And I live with a man who's raised, He needs the stars all over.

It was there, I found, beside the alamo. In chains but cranes as the poons of the ball, Oh, let pass, but only she would know, Till here's my broken soul in love. Ooh, and all your thunder, and all in my heart, All back my love goes to Santa Claus.

Little sweet and tender, like palas barna barn, We once again, all my love. I've been calling empty words, I know, still live in my heart alone. All that moonlit path by the alamo, And those my roads of fannin' tall, the fannin' In the days when the West was wild and the vast range country was unfenced, there was

more to ranting and riding and roping and shooting. The car punchers had to know how to take care of the herd. They spent a great deal of time keeping the cattle from sand feeding and getting into quick sand or running off a cliff.

It took steel and experience to fasten and deliver a great herd to market, just to take skill and experience to bake good bread like Weber's today. And Weber's bread is good bread. It's well mixed and well baked. It has a firm, even texture, golden brown crust, and a distinctive flavor all its own. When you serve Weber's bread at your table, you can be sure that the