An Old Horse Learns New Tricks

Danger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. You know, even in this modern day of scientific thinking, there are those who still hold to some of the old philosophies.

Ideas such as when you get older, you can't learn new ideas, that the people in the out-of-the-way parts of the country are less intelligent than the folks in the city areas, and so forth. Now some of these thoughts come from our young people of today.

Some would call them no-it-halls, but I disagree. I'd rather say these attitudes come from youthful energy and impatience. Our story today is wrapped around these things, a battle between youth and age, the university and the backwoods.

It's the story and old horse learns new tricks. I'm glad the teacher's convention is on. I will have a long weekend and I can be out here. This room was never like this, I can tell you.

Oh, boys, this smell of pines in the fresh air. I know how you feel, pal. It's murdered after staying inside the laps, after you used to being out in the Lord's country. Now you speak plenty truth, but education necessary.

Yes, Greywell, but surely is, most necessary. Yep, I feel you don't want to grow up to be a pumpkin head. Don't get me wrong, fellas. I'm not belittling education. I intend to get all I can and that's a yes sir, but those pies sure smell good You think we make second-out curd before duck bill I hope so gray wolf better step on the gas though come on storm boy