Yes, Cal realized he had made a serious mistake, not only in the choice of superintendent, but in overriding his own safety rules for taking boys. Pressed by the needs of the boys themselves, he had accepted too many big, tough kids at one time. Now he was faced with the choice of turning them over to the police or putting in a man strong enough to control them. His heart on saving the boys, Cal chose the latter course. But where do you find such a man? Strong but not cruel, stern
but fair. Cal's mind turned swiftly to his former profession wrestling brother in army days, more than once he had coaxed a recalcutrant soldier onto the mat, and by quote unquote accidentally proving that he could be hurt, brought him back in line. It was one means of convincing a man in a friendly way that you had the situation in hand. Cal called in a young professional wrest
slur friend of his, oh boy Brawnie. Even tempered, young Dory Funk had learned wrestling at Indiana University and was now living with his wife and sons in Amarillo. A rough man in the ring, Funk was a good family man outside of it. Cal explained the crisis at the ranch to Funk and outlined his ideas for combating it. Funk agreed to move his family out to the ranch, and by working closely with Cal, helped straighten out the current
confusion and will there be a double cross? They agreed that Funk would take over the job of superintendent for a period of three months, during which time Cal could locate a permanent man with ranch discipline, which is something Dusty Rhodes never exercised. In a state of temporary deterioration. Oh my god, Funk was on trial from the day he arrived, discovering they could buffalo the former superintendent. The older boys had contemptuously taken over and been running things to suit
themselves. Funk's immediate problem was to command their respect and obedience. A two hundred pound heavyweight, Funk was physically equipped to handle roughnecks, but what he and Cal wanted was for him to win their respect and friendship. An easy going, kindly giant, Funk had an excellent relationship with his own two sons, and he agreed with Cal that those kids are no different from minor yours.
The problem is magnified because there are so many of them. Inviting the big boys to work out with him on the wrestling mat, Funk illustrated wrestling holes and techniques, and also managed to get over to each boy the suggestion of potential power. If a boy squealed, the wrestler apologized, sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, m but that slight pressure of superior controlled
power was sufficient to take the starch out of the arrogant young rebels. After a round apiece with Funk on the mat, not one of the leaders of the Embryo Revolution suggested that they might throw him in the river. It took the new superintendent several days to explore the ranch grounds and find his way around the various footpaths, buildings, barns. During his first week at the ranch, he was following a path near the cattle barns when he noticed a large
wooden crate with the words Zoo scrawled across the front and white paint. The screen door was open, and curious to discover what this project was, Funk walked inside, finding nothing there but a couple of empty straw lined boxes. He turned to find a bobcat standing between him and the door. It's murderous yellow eyes, defying him to come closer. Funk froze. He didn't know what to do. He was afraid to walk around the animal for fear of
being attacked. Yet he didn't want to call out for help and let the boys know he was frightened. He was still standing at that impasse, eye to eye with the bobcat when a seven year old boy walked in the door of the cage and picked up the bobcat in his arms. Come on, Angelina, it's yourn lunch time, and he lugged her out of the cage follow Funk welted, then began to laugh. At least he hadn't called for
help. Angelina's menacing presence at the ranch came to an abrupt then that year, however, when she was tried in a boy's court and found guilty of murder. Her favorite ranch pet for several years had been Chaquida the Monkey, who attended all sports on the shoulders of her favorite boys, and was so cooperative that she allowed herself to be trained to ride the back of the trick mule at the rodeo. Her playful gregariousness, however, proved her downfall.
Jaquida shared the zoo with Angelina, and one night, still full of fun and high spirits and not ready to go to sleep, Jaqita made the fatal error of sneaking up on the sleeping bobcat and biting her tail. Shocked out of her sleep, and Angelina sprang on her former friend and snapped off Jakita's head in one terrible bite. Oh my god. The ranchers were inconsolable. Angelina was tried for the murder of Jaqieda and found guilty in wrestler's court.
Now I added that next morning of staff member found Angelina floating in the lake. None of the staff ever discovered as which boys had carried out the ventral sentence, but Angelina had paid the death penalty for her crime darkness on the ranch. While Angelina was sentenced to an infamous riverman grave, Jakita was buried
with full formalities. All seventy six ranchers wept at her funeral. The caretaker of the zoo dug a shallow grave and the monkey's morning ma masters later at rest and dog Booth Hill with her name on a marker which was planted Indian fashion, and a pile of boulders lady, a handsome collie bitch, did her best to make up to the grieving ranchers. So it's about this this,
uh you know. So there's pets on on the ranch. The boys are allowed to have pets, and this one gave birth to thirteen pumps, and around Christmas time many of them were given away his presence, and it says although the older ranch boys were quick to acknowledge that the new superintendent Funk was their physical superior, they had other means of testing Funk's control. While he was still new with the ranch. Funk woke one night at midnight to
the sound of a clinging school bell. When Funk, here's the bell, he answers that I think we know this. He rose, pulled on his trousers, and ran out to catch the culprit. Although he arrived while the echo still hovered in the still air, he saw no one near the bell, which is located outdoors on an open stretch of ground. Back to the dining hall. Who the fuck? Next night, just at midnight, the bell rang again. This time Funk didn't take time to put on his trousers.
He sprinted for the dining hall in his pajamas, but fast as he arrived, the bell ringers were faster. No one was there. The superintendent looked around, puzzled. He had arrived within seconds after the bell was rung. Out of his open out into this open stretch of ground between buildings. Under a bright moon. It would have been difficult for a boy to disappear
so rapidly. So the following night the bell rang again, and once more Funk made a record dash for the bell, with no more luck than before. He realized he was going to have to figure some better way of catching the mischief maker. The next night, Funk waited till after bedtime, when all the boys were in bed and all the lights out. Then he slipped quietly across to the mess hall and hidden the shadow of the building facing the
bell. Ten thirty eleven o'clock eleven fifteen, no sign of life. The Superintendent snoozed lightly, slept to his feet a leaped to his feet rather as the bell began clinging vigorously. He stared at it in disbelief that bell was swinging to and fro, setting up a wild clamor. But there was no one there. Funk shook his head and walked cautiously over to the bell. It had not been a hallucination. The bell was ringing by itself, wide
awake. Now Funk walked around it finally caught sight of what he was looking for, a thin, strong cord which glinted briefly in the moonlight. Touching it lightly with his fingertips, he followed the cord to the nearest dormitory. It led through an open wind into the bedroom bathroom. Rather, the boys put the cord on the bell each night just as they went to bed.
Those on milk and duty removed it early each morning. Anybody who got up during the night to use the bathroom gave it a few twitches as he walked by. Superintendent assigned that dormitory to quote, dig a few rocks. Privately, he was amused. Those kids were full of normal high spirits, just like any other teenagers. You get the same pranks out of them that every other that every family over the country does on an individual scale. To me,
that's what's great about the ranch. The boys are not suppressed. They are free to get into all the normal, everyday kind of deviltry that every boy gets into when he's growing up. Bosses. We continue with our story of Dorry Funk. I would like you to please google a picture of Dorry Funk Senior and half his face in mind as I god go through this.
It's not anything offensive, it's not anything wrong, it's anything badishest He doesn't look like you'd expect him to. And let's not forget he's from Indiana, so he does not have a Texas twang at all. I mean, he looks just like Terry Funk. He doesn't. I mean, Jesus looks at Terry Funk Senior, not Dorry Funk scene. I know exactly Jesus deviltry included Smoking Junior looks nothing like Senior Junior with his stringy hair at the back of
his cowboy hat. And this guy just looks like he's gonna fucking hurt somebody. Oh my God, look at Dorry Funk Junior's face and realize his nickname was Dunk. He looks like a Dunk thinks such a weird guy.