A COLLEGE CALLED PANHANDLE
Gerald Holland
February 01, 1965
Karen Clawson and Jim Sizelove sit their horses at a school which attracts athletes from as far away as New England. It's a place where students work as cowhands and tumbleweed rolls through the campus
He picked up the phone and called the railroad station. He asked the station agent if he would be good enough to flag down the Rock Island Railroad's Golden State Limited at 3:30 a.m. The agent said, in the most courteous and friendly way, that he would be glad to oblige. But he added that he just couldn't help wondering why anybody would be so anxious to leave the Panhandle that he would catch a train in the middle of the night. There seemed to be no point in telling him about a pair of shoes that were wearing thin.