So here we are nearing the end of November, and up high in
the Northern Rockies (the climate of the North American continent being what it
is) we can all anticipate a significant chance of cold temperatures and an
ample amount of snow. Shall the welcoming lodges and chalets of Glacier
National Park be cheerfully warmed by roaring fires, and staffed with stout and
eager young bellhops, and the rosy-cheeked, smiling visages of adorable young
college lasses on break from their university studies?
Uhmmm….. no.
It’s the off-season. They call it that for a reason.
Everything is pretty much, you know, turned off.
The lights are off, the heating is off (or at least very low), the “Open”
signs in the gift shops are off … you
get the idea. Nothing stirring but the caretaker and some assorted
non-hibernating wild animals.
Many Glacier Hotel in the winter. GPI photo |
Blizzards and snow tie up the unorthodox excursion at the caretakers’
quarters at Many Glacier, many miles from the railroad, but there the radio
brings them Andy Sannella’s orchestra and Bob MacGimsey, the three-part harmony
whistler. Chief Two-Guns White Calf, whose likeness appears on the buffalo
nickels, tells the Old Timer a Blackfoot legend of a winter of long ago.
[stay with me here, but that
whole nickel thing is not all that it seems to be . . .]
What better time of year to make a special journey out to
north central Montana, to travel into one of the most remote areas of the park,
and spend one’s honeymoon? See for yourself; here’s the opening of the
evening’s broadcast:
ANNOUNCER:
The
Great Northern Railway presents Empire Builders, with Andy Sannella and his
orchestra, and Bob MacGimsey, harmony whistler.
(MUSIC FADE INTO DEPARTING TRAIN EFFECT)
TOM: (Disgustedly) There goes the train, my dear. Take a long
last look at that!
DOROTHY: (Enthusiastically) Oh, Tom! It’s snowing!
TOM: (Sarcastically) Well, isn’t that nice! Of all the places in
the world for a honeymoon, you have to pick the Rocky
Mountains in midwinter!
(PAUSE) Whew! Snowing is right!
DOROTHY: Now, Tom, don’t be so critical! You
know I’ve wanted to get out here in winter for a long time. After all,
novelists are entitled to a little consideration, even if they are women
with husbands! And we had such a time arranging to get into Glacier Park
at this time of the year.
Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. In addition to the notion
of this being the couple’s honeymoon, newlywed Dorothy turns out to be an
aspiring writer with the intention of drawing inspiration and atmosphere from a
national park icebox.
But as you might suspect, the plot thickens. They have
arranged for none other than the Old Timer to accompany them on their journey
from the friendly conveyance of a warm Great Northern train to the locale of
Many Glacier Hotel, situated on the shore of Swiftcurrent Lake. The party was
ferried there in one of the park’s ubiquitous red busses and its able driver.
Although Thanksgiving was still a few days off, the
characters in this story were already contemplating Christmas (not unlike
today, where most of the major news services are devoting considerable time to
“Black Friday,” and at least one local radio station where I live started
several days ago playing non-stop Christmas music). Here Dorothy describes the
beautiful scenery found in the unsullied and tourist-free views along the
55-mile trip to Swiftcurrent Lake:
DOROTHY: Tom, just look at those mountains over
there! It must have been just like this hundreds of years ago, when only the
Indians lived here. Oh, I feel that I really am seeing the Park, this way. Look
at the snow on those trees. How it sparkles! They look like great tall Christmas
trees – tinsel and all!
Well, about this point in our story there came a confluence
of key characters – both real and fictitious. In fact, even one of the real
ones was fictitious (once again, stay with me here for a moment longer…). Dorothy
was aching to hear a real Blackfeet myth – but first, she and Tom helped
perpetuate one that the GN was primarily responsible for:
DOROTHY: M’m! Nice and
warm here in the cabin, isn’t it? And isn’t that log fire cheerful? Oh, here’s
the Old Timer, and Chief Two Guns.
TOM: He reminds
me of somebody.
DOROTHY: (PAUSE) I know. Give me a nickel.
TOM: A nickel!
What on earth! Here . . .
DOROTHY: (Triumphantly) There’s his picture!
TOM: Well, can
you imagine that! I knew I’d seen that face somewhere. The Indian on the
nickel. I’ll be darned.
Two Guns White Calf - there is a resemblance, but ... |
DOROTHY: (Whispers) Mr. Old Timer, can’t you get Chief Two Guns
to tell us a story? I want to hear an Indian legend – a real one, from a real
Indian!
PIONEER: Well, Ma’am, I asked him a while
ago, and he said he would. He doesn’t speak much English, but Chief Owen Heavy
Breast, here, will translate for us.
So before we go much further, a couple comments about Two Guns White Calf. Yes, it was claimed for many years, in virtually every conceivable venue, that he was the model for James Earle Fraser’s Plains Indian portrait that first appeared on the 1913 “buffalo nickel.” What a coup for the imaginative PR man of the GN, Hoke Smith. He told people across the country to simply pull a nickel out of their pockets (the buffalo nickel was circulated from 1913 to 1938) and they would behold the very countenance of one of Glacier Park’s newly anointed celebrities, John Two Guns White Calf. The GN contracted with artist Winold Reiss to draw portraits of many of the Blackfeet to be used to illustrate their wall calendars and various other promotional items.
Winold Reiss with Two Guns White Calf, circa 1927. Photo by Tjark Reiss |
An accomplished author and very good friend of mine, Ray
Djuff, is presently working on a biography of John Two Guns White Calf. His
research has been thorough and meticulous. Here is a peek at what he has learned,
particularly with regard to the whole buffalo nickel myth:
In the radio broadcast, Two Guns White Calf began to tell
the story of the Sacred Buffalo Stone. Owen Heavy Breast provided an
interpretation for a little while, and then a number of Empire Builders actors took on the roles of the story’s characters
to dramatize the rest of the story.
DOROTHY: Hush, Tom. What’s the story to be
about, Mr. Old Timer?
OLD TIMER: Listen …
(PAUSE) Go ahead, Chief.
(MUSIC WITH MOTIF
FOR ATMOSPHERE PREPARATORY TO TELLING INDIAN LEGEND. CAN RUN ONE TO TWO
MINUTES. FADES INTO SOUND OF TWO GUNS’ VOICE BEGINNING STORY IN BLACKFEET
LANGUAGE. FADE OUT, AND HEAVY BREAST BEGINS TO TRANSLATE, IN ENGLISH)
The story of the buffalo stone appears to be a real legend
of the Blackfeet, a tale considered sacred to their people. But I’m not
absolutely certain of that. One of the people whose writing brought that story
to the masses was James Willard Schultz, who probably embellished or even flat
out invented some of the stories he conveyed to his readers. I believe the
story of Mink Woman and The Sacred Buffalo Stone is related by Schultz in his
1923 book, “Friends of My Life as an Indian.” [if you happen to have a copy of
that book, please verify for me that such a story is published in it]
In the story told in this broadcast, the Blackfeet Indians
are in woeful shape. Winter has set in, and all the game animals that would
normally sustain them have disappeared. The Indians grow progressively weaker.
A young woman named Mink Woman, one of the wives of Black Elk, is just about
the last of the group to still have any energy – the others have pretty well huddled
in their teepees and braced themselves to meet their demise. Mink Woman goes
into the trees to find dry wood for the lodge fire, and is drawn by mystical
powers to the Buffalo Stone, which speaks to her and assures her it possesses
the Sun’s power.
She takes the stone back to her husband’s teepee lodge and
falls asleep with the stone beneath her. Then in her dreams, the Buffalo Stone
speaks to her again and tells her to expect the buffalo to return, and then
instructs her in how the Blackfeet must create a buffalo jump to capture enough
buffalo to restore life and energy to the tribe.
At the conclusion of the Blackfeet legend of Mink Woman and
the Sacred Buffalo Stone, aspiring author Dorothy decides she now has some
fabulous material to write about, and she and Tom are shown to another cabin
that the ranger has prepared just for them.
There are very few instances where the GN consciously
elected to offer their listeners any form of souvenir or premium, as became
commonplace in the promotion of many other radio shows in later years. A devout
listener of Empire Builders would be
doomed to disappointment if they hoped for much in the way of freebies besides
timetables, travel brochures, and other ephemera commonly handed out to promote
the railroad. On this occasion, however, the GN told its listeners they could
write for a very particular souvenir – one with no other intrinsic value than
as a decorative memento of the radio show.
Here’s their pitch:
CLOSING
ANNOUNCEMENT:
Our friends have seen the
stirring beauty of Glacier
Park in a winter setting
– but they have a new treat in store when they return next summer. The snow
that mantles every foot of ground retires to the high fastnesses of the
mountain peaks. The wildflowers carpet the valleys with a riot of color, and
nature smiles again.
The incomparable winter beauty of
Glacier – your most scenic summer vacationland, and the only National Park on
the main line of a transcontinental railway – may be glimpsed for sixty miles
from the snug warmth of the Empire Builder and Oriental Limited observation
cars. The majesty of winter is a thrilling invitation to glorious summer days
in Glacier – the greatest “dude ranch” in the world.
And now, if you have enjoyed this
wintertime story of Glacier
National Park , may the
Great Northern Railway have the privilege of sending you a striking souvenir of
this program – a reproduction of a portrait of Chief Two Guns White Calf,
painted by Winold Reiss, eminent portrayer of Indian types. Drop a card to the
Great Northern Railway, St. Paul ,
Minnesota . Your portrait of Two
Guns White Calf will be mailed at once.
ANNOUNCER: You have been listening to Empire Builders,
a program sponsored by the Great Northern Railway. Next Monday evening at the
same hour this program will present to you another romance of the west.
Empire Builders comes to you from
the New York Studios of the National Broadcasting Company.
So until next time, Happy Thanksgiving, and keep that dial
tuned to Empire Builders!
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