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forking Êûr°Ma\\ %rouqk College by SelLirug 'Rattlesnakes ' Backbones Mary if illiam* and ''Bolivar." Mary was a little nerv ous about doing this', but Bolivar, being quite bar in lets and friendly, didn't mind a bit. β V ORE Y ARNOLD. DON and Mary Williams wanted to go to college, but they didn't have any money. Their predicament was not a new one. but what they did about it probably sets a record. They re sorted to snakes! They went first to the college dean. "I can only advise you to use your brains," this kindly man said in concluding the inter view. "Think. Create an idea. Ideas are more precious than jobs. You aie bright-looking youngsters: I'll be looking for you back." Not negotiable, that advice, but inspiring. Mary's mind began working. She pointed out to her brother that Phoenix. Ariz., their home, attracts lots of tourists, and that tour ists have money to spend. She and Don need ed money. "What'll tourists buy?" Don wanted to know. "Novelties, Western novelties," said Mary. "Wc live on the desert," countered Don. "We have nothing novel but scenery. And rattlesnakes." This last was a sort of despair ing afterthought. "Well, scenery's too plentiful, so we'll sell 'em snakes," Mary shot back. And did they? Well, you ask Dean Wvman of Phoenix Junior College if Don and Mary Williams haven't been prize students! He'll swell in pride for them. No, the tourists didn't buy the snakes aa tuch. MARY and Don reasoned further than that. Don killed a rattler, skinned it and dropped it Into a pot. They boiled it two hours and all the flesh dropped off the skeleton. There, revealed, lay a long white flexible back bone. and it easily broke into vertebrae seg ments. Mary strung them and made an ex quisite and unique rope of beads. That was the beginning of the end of Mary's and Don's depression. They look like carved ivory, those reptilian beads. With just a little bleaching solution added, they come out of the water a gleaming white. With just a little dye added—if a cus tomer wants it—they turn into a rich amber or red or green. The white ones are most popular. Alter nated with crystals or stone beads of varying colors, the beads delight anybody who admires jewelry at all. And as a Western novelty they can't be beat. Don didn't realize how much girls like beads, but he did know where many lovely semi-pre cious stones could be picked. Right in his own front yard, which is 3 miles across and includes Squaw Mountain. The desert hills are laden with stones of every conceivable hue, the same stones about which rattlensakes crawl. It is inexpensive and easy to cut and polish them. If Mr. Williams, the father, who is a Phoe nix postman, was downhearted because salary cuts and such had evap orated the fund for his chil dren's education, his sadness has been offset by prtde. "You can't tell me the future of America took* gloomy!" declares he. "Look at my kids now—they're average and they're usine their heads. Better than the old folks art! They'll be running the country soon."* Don is studying to be an engineer. He fig ures there is plenty of new engineering to b· done. Mary is entirely too pretty to last long at a business woman—she 1c about the most demure and charming co-ed you could Imagine—but a Phoenix corporation has already offered her a vacation job. Don if ill in m s illustrates one of his methods oj killing snakes. This brother and sister make handsome necklaces from the reptiles'vertebrae, the Arizona tourist trade buys them, and the money goes for books and lab fees c One nipht Mary stepped off their btu h step, and as her left touched the proiltul she heard thai terrible warning. Coiled there, 2 feet away, tvas the snake, ready to strike. Rattlesnakes had ever been the bane of the Williams household. One night Mary step ped off their back step, and as her foot touched the ground she heard that terrible warning. ΛΙ was in my shack, 75 feet away." Don tells, "and I could hear that rattler whirring. Nobody ever mistakes it. It's a sien of deadly danger. I knew he must be fc big one, wherever he was in the darkness." Mary is not a hysterical sort of girl, for tunately. She stood still a moment—then In one jump landed back upon the doorstoop, In a flash she was inside and had the back light on. OILED there, 5 feet from where she had stepped down, was the snake, an immense thing, ready to strike. She went around the house and got a garden rake. With this she held the reptile until Don came and killed it. This was snake No. 1 to be "sacrificed" for the feminine love of beads. "I was mad at him anyway, for scaring me," says Mary. "I took a malicious joy in cooking bim. His vertebrae were fine, big ones, too." Incidentally, snake's meat is said to be κ appetizing when it is cooking as chicken. It smells and looks delicious, just like chicken or turkey's breast. Mary and Don have never corralled nerve enough to taste it, but plenty of people have. The Indians have known for many years. They have no scruples against eating a snake, save where their religious worship of the reptile» forbids. There is a company in Florida whiclj cans rattlesnake meat and does a good business. One hot day another snake came up into the Williams yard. It made straight for the water faucet. That snake was thirsty, and water was dripping there. Don beheld him with awe (but from a re spectful distance·. It wasn't a rattler. Don wasn't sure what it was. But he knew it was 6 or maybe 7 feet long. Its coloring was yellowish, with big. round splotches of brown. Then Mr. Williams came along and laughed at Don. saying Κ was a harmless gopher snake, and to let It alone. Don and Mary, snake gatherers, are never theless obedient children. Therefore, Mr. Gopher 8nake, doubtless remembering that dripping faucet, adopted the Williams yard for his own home. "All Summer he loafed around here." Den said, grudgingly. "I guess be cleaned out the rats and gophers and such, but he made kfe miserable for me. He was always oozing out from behind a rock or a box or something and scaring the sox off me. I'm never sure at a glance whether a snake's a rattler or not. 1 don't love any of them." Mary echoed his sentiments. So did their motlter. It's quite true that a gopher or bull snake (two names for the same thing) le as. harmless as a cat. But who wants ft snake lor a house pet? MR. WILLIAMS says he isnt wire whatever became ot Bolivar (which they named **' bum, but he has his suspicions. One day Mary came running to her mother and dad in the living rom. saying. "Look, look! Isn't this odd?" It was odd. She held some glistening white snakes' vertebrae, and the formation of each was such that it looked exactly like a ram's head. Tiny things, {.mall enough to flt in a thim ble, they nevertheless had the eyes, the home, the nose and other features of the male sheep, as if exquisitely carved by some Lilliputian sculptor. Now the rattlesnake vertebra doesn't look like that. It has, very aptly, a prong or ham that looks exactly like a vicious little sword/' curved and sharp of edge. Mr. Williams knew that. Prom that day on he never saw poor > Bolivar about the yard -again, either. "My young uns are smart," says he, and gTins. Thus you can buy either ram's head or saber beads from the Williams sister and brother. Bull snake or rattler beads. The collegians have no thought of going into the venture on a big scale. Snake catching is Just a hobby, but a hobby that pays. If they can ride their hobby through college, well and good. Periodically Don puts on his old clothes and goes out into the wild desert a hunting. Up around Cave Creek Dam, 20 miles from home, he has found a plentiful supply. Near the dam lives an old desert dweller called the Cap'n. What he doesn't know about snakes seems negligible. The living room and bed room of his shack are "papered'' with rattler skins. ONE day he happened into Phoenix and was visiting the Williams home. About 2 p.m. he learned that the youngsters had started making beads of snakes' backbones, but tbfct Continued on Fijteenlh Page