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Now, the VOA Special English program American Stories. Our story this week is called "Papa's Straw1 Hat". It was written by Fread Gibson. Here is Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.
Papa was a rancher. He worked with horses. He was proud of the way he dressed. He always wore clean clothes even when he worked. That is very difficult for a rancher who works2 outside on a horse farm. He often said to me: "Son, you may not be able to buy the best clothes, but always keep those you have clean. That is the important thing." Papa did what he said. His clothes were never dirty like those of most of the other ranchers I knew.
Papa never worked outside without a hat. He always wore the same kind of hat. It was a cowboy3 hat, a large black hat of heavy wool. He never pushed the hat to one side of his head, he wore it straight and he did not push the top of his hat down like most cowboys4 do. He wore his hat full and high. I think he wanted to look taller than he really was.
Papa had two hats. One was his Sunday hat; the other was his everyday hat. When his Sunday hat got old, he wore it everyday and then bought a new Sunday hat. He wore his Sunday hat only to church or on holidays or when he visited the city. Most of the time he kept his Sunday hat in a special box. He hid it so we could not find it. Papa loved his hats and he cared for them in a special way. He never threw them down on a chair, someone might sit on them. He even had a special place for his everyday hat. As soon as he came into the house from work, he put his hat on a nail5 behind the kitchen door.
Mama was very careful of Papa's hat. She was proud of the way he looked when he worked, or when he wore his Sunday hat and his best clothes. She was not permitted6 to touch his Sunday hat. Then something happened. Maybe it was the heat of the long summer, maybe Mama read about hats in a magazine or a book. But in some way, she got the idea that Papa should not wear a heavy wool cowboy hat in the hot weather. She began to believe that Papa would lose his hair if he did. Mama began to worry more about Papa's hair than about his hats. Perhaps it was Uncle George who made Mama worry about Papa's hair. Uncle George had no hair. His head was as smooth as an egg. Papa had thick black hair that shone like silk. It would be terrible if Papa lost his hair because he wore a heavy wool cowboy hat. So Mama began to worry. She began to watch Papa carefully as he worked in the hot fields under his tall heavy hat. She saw how wet his hair was when he came into the house. Mama began to talk about hats.
"Papa", she said one day, "why don't you throw that old wool hat away and get a nice cool straw hat?"
"What?" Papa said, "me, wear a straw hat? I would never let my horses see me in a straw hat."
"Horses?" Mama answered, "What have horses to do with a straw hat? Animals don't care what kind of hat you wear."
"Mine do." Papa said, "My horses recognize me because I always wear the same hat and they like the cowboy hats best of all. Anyway," he said, "I would not be seen dead in a straw hat."
Mama talked and talked, but she could not change Papa's mind. They talked about hats all summer long, at last Mama tried to frighten Papa to get him to wear a straw hat.
"Papa," she said, "just look at most of the ranchers we know, all of them wear heavy wool cowboy hats in the summer, and most of them have lost their hair." Papa laughed at Mama. He laughed so hard that tears ran down his face and his stomach hurt. But his laughing did not stop Mama. She told him about Jim Berry7, who lost his hair about two years ago. Papa, a little angry, answered: "It was not the cowboy hat that made Jim Berry lose his hair, it was his wife always talking about hats and not giving him any peace and quiet." Mama said nothing. She stopped talking about the hats. I wondered what was going to happen.
Then one day, Mama got up earlier than usual. She marched to the kitchen and made breakfast. She had a very serious look on her face. She did not say a word. She made more noise than usual. She put the dishes down so hard that I thought they would break. Suddenly she got in the car and drove8 toward9 the city. She did not tell us why she was going. Later, she came home with a straw hat. She still looked very serious.
There had not been much rain that year; it was a bad year for ranchers. We had only a little money, but it was the year for Papa to buy a new cowboy hat. Mama knew this. She also thought that if she spent the money for a straw hat, Papa would not spend any money to buy a cowboy hat. Mama was right. When Papa saw the straw hat, his face got red. He said nothing. He pulled the straw hat down over his head until it hid his eyes. He looked very funny. I wanted to laugh but I did not. I was afraid to because Papa was so angry. I remember how quiet he was as he marched out of the house.
I followed him that day. He was going to train the wild horses again. I love to watch him work. He had gotten the horses earlier in the year, but they were still half wild, half trained.
Papa slowly walked toward the field where the horses were eating grass. He was a good rancher because he was gentle with horses, never cruel to them. He had given names to all the horses. He always called to them when he first saw them in the morning. He talked softly10 to them so they would not be afraid. Sometimes the horses walked up to him when he called their names. They knew his cowboy hat which he wore everyday. They did not feel safe near any other person.
I followed Papa as he walked toward the field calling their names. At first the horses continued to eat, but as Papa got closer, the horses looked up at him. Suddenly they jumped high into the air, raising their front feet. Then they began to run around wildly. They screamed the way frightened horses do. One horse kicked the hay11 wagon12 over. All of them ran around and around in the field, and then raced toward the barn13 where they slept. I never heard such a noise. Papa began to shout: "Woo boys! Steady14 boy, steady." But there was nothing he could do. He marched toward the house.
Inside the barn, the frightened horses screamed and kicked hard against the walls of the barn. Mama came running out of the house. She stood near the door waiting for Papa. She held her hands against her heart, "What is it, Papa, what is it?" Papa did not answer. She held the door open and he marched into the house. Mama followed him. I went in after them to see what was going to happen. Papa walked straight to the stove in the kitchen. He opened the top of the stove, pulled the straw hat off his head and pushed it deep down into the fire. At last, he turned to Mama and looked at her in a way that even frightened me. I never heard Papa so angry. He shouted and shouted all sorts of new words.
At last his anger was gone. Then he said in a soft but firm voice: "Now listen to me Mama, understand this, I will never wear a straw hat or any other kind of hat my horses do not like." Then he put on his Sunday cowboy hat and walked out of the house.
It was almost midnight when the noise died away and the animals became quiet. The next day, Papa fixed15 all the broken wood in the walls of the barn. I never heard Mama talk anymore about hats. Perhaps that is why when Papa died many years later, there was a round spot on the top of his head where there was no hair.
You have heard the American story "Papa's Straw Hat" written by Fread Gibson. It was adapted for VOA Special English by Harold Brobman with permission of Southern Methodist University Press. It was first published in southwest review, summer 1963. Your storyteller was Shep O'Neal. This story is copyrighted16. All rights reserved17. This is Shirley Griffith.
Papa was a rancher. He worked with horses. He was proud of the way he dressed. He always wore clean clothes even when he worked. That is very difficult for a rancher who works2 outside on a horse farm. He often said to me: "Son, you may not be able to buy the best clothes, but always keep those you have clean. That is the important thing." Papa did what he said. His clothes were never dirty like those of most of the other ranchers I knew.
Papa never worked outside without a hat. He always wore the same kind of hat. It was a cowboy3 hat, a large black hat of heavy wool. He never pushed the hat to one side of his head, he wore it straight and he did not push the top of his hat down like most cowboys4 do. He wore his hat full and high. I think he wanted to look taller than he really was.
Papa had two hats. One was his Sunday hat; the other was his everyday hat. When his Sunday hat got old, he wore it everyday and then bought a new Sunday hat. He wore his Sunday hat only to church or on holidays or when he visited the city. Most of the time he kept his Sunday hat in a special box. He hid it so we could not find it. Papa loved his hats and he cared for them in a special way. He never threw them down on a chair, someone might sit on them. He even had a special place for his everyday hat. As soon as he came into the house from work, he put his hat on a nail5 behind the kitchen door.
Mama was very careful of Papa's hat. She was proud of the way he looked when he worked, or when he wore his Sunday hat and his best clothes. She was not permitted6 to touch his Sunday hat. Then something happened. Maybe it was the heat of the long summer, maybe Mama read about hats in a magazine or a book. But in some way, she got the idea that Papa should not wear a heavy wool cowboy hat in the hot weather. She began to believe that Papa would lose his hair if he did. Mama began to worry more about Papa's hair than about his hats. Perhaps it was Uncle George who made Mama worry about Papa's hair. Uncle George had no hair. His head was as smooth as an egg. Papa had thick black hair that shone like silk. It would be terrible if Papa lost his hair because he wore a heavy wool cowboy hat. So Mama began to worry. She began to watch Papa carefully as he worked in the hot fields under his tall heavy hat. She saw how wet his hair was when he came into the house. Mama began to talk about hats.
"Papa", she said one day, "why don't you throw that old wool hat away and get a nice cool straw hat?"
"What?" Papa said, "me, wear a straw hat? I would never let my horses see me in a straw hat."
"Horses?" Mama answered, "What have horses to do with a straw hat? Animals don't care what kind of hat you wear."
"Mine do." Papa said, "My horses recognize me because I always wear the same hat and they like the cowboy hats best of all. Anyway," he said, "I would not be seen dead in a straw hat."
Mama talked and talked, but she could not change Papa's mind. They talked about hats all summer long, at last Mama tried to frighten Papa to get him to wear a straw hat.
"Papa," she said, "just look at most of the ranchers we know, all of them wear heavy wool cowboy hats in the summer, and most of them have lost their hair." Papa laughed at Mama. He laughed so hard that tears ran down his face and his stomach hurt. But his laughing did not stop Mama. She told him about Jim Berry7, who lost his hair about two years ago. Papa, a little angry, answered: "It was not the cowboy hat that made Jim Berry lose his hair, it was his wife always talking about hats and not giving him any peace and quiet." Mama said nothing. She stopped talking about the hats. I wondered what was going to happen.
Then one day, Mama got up earlier than usual. She marched to the kitchen and made breakfast. She had a very serious look on her face. She did not say a word. She made more noise than usual. She put the dishes down so hard that I thought they would break. Suddenly she got in the car and drove8 toward9 the city. She did not tell us why she was going. Later, she came home with a straw hat. She still looked very serious.
There had not been much rain that year; it was a bad year for ranchers. We had only a little money, but it was the year for Papa to buy a new cowboy hat. Mama knew this. She also thought that if she spent the money for a straw hat, Papa would not spend any money to buy a cowboy hat. Mama was right. When Papa saw the straw hat, his face got red. He said nothing. He pulled the straw hat down over his head until it hid his eyes. He looked very funny. I wanted to laugh but I did not. I was afraid to because Papa was so angry. I remember how quiet he was as he marched out of the house.
I followed him that day. He was going to train the wild horses again. I love to watch him work. He had gotten the horses earlier in the year, but they were still half wild, half trained.
Papa slowly walked toward the field where the horses were eating grass. He was a good rancher because he was gentle with horses, never cruel to them. He had given names to all the horses. He always called to them when he first saw them in the morning. He talked softly10 to them so they would not be afraid. Sometimes the horses walked up to him when he called their names. They knew his cowboy hat which he wore everyday. They did not feel safe near any other person.
I followed Papa as he walked toward the field calling their names. At first the horses continued to eat, but as Papa got closer, the horses looked up at him. Suddenly they jumped high into the air, raising their front feet. Then they began to run around wildly. They screamed the way frightened horses do. One horse kicked the hay11 wagon12 over. All of them ran around and around in the field, and then raced toward the barn13 where they slept. I never heard such a noise. Papa began to shout: "Woo boys! Steady14 boy, steady." But there was nothing he could do. He marched toward the house.
Inside the barn, the frightened horses screamed and kicked hard against the walls of the barn. Mama came running out of the house. She stood near the door waiting for Papa. She held her hands against her heart, "What is it, Papa, what is it?" Papa did not answer. She held the door open and he marched into the house. Mama followed him. I went in after them to see what was going to happen. Papa walked straight to the stove in the kitchen. He opened the top of the stove, pulled the straw hat off his head and pushed it deep down into the fire. At last, he turned to Mama and looked at her in a way that even frightened me. I never heard Papa so angry. He shouted and shouted all sorts of new words.
At last his anger was gone. Then he said in a soft but firm voice: "Now listen to me Mama, understand this, I will never wear a straw hat or any other kind of hat my horses do not like." Then he put on his Sunday cowboy hat and walked out of the house.
It was almost midnight when the noise died away and the animals became quiet. The next day, Papa fixed15 all the broken wood in the walls of the barn. I never heard Mama talk anymore about hats. Perhaps that is why when Papa died many years later, there was a round spot on the top of his head where there was no hair.
You have heard the American story "Papa's Straw Hat" written by Fread Gibson. It was adapted for VOA Special English by Harold Brobman with permission of Southern Methodist University Press. It was first published in southwest review, summer 1963. Your storyteller was Shep O'Neal. This story is copyrighted16. All rights reserved17. This is Shirley Griffith.
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straw
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| n.稻草，麦杆，吸管；adj.用稻草做的，用来作稻草的，麦杆色的，无价值的，象稻草人的，非正式民意测验所发现的 | |
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cowboy
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cowboys
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nail
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berry
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hay
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