The guy that ran the rig had a hunch there was oil here if he went deep enough, but he knew the company wouldn't stick, so he faked the log of the well as long as he could, then he kept on drilling, against orders--refused to open his mail, for fear he'd find he was fired and the job called off.

He was a thousand feet deeper than he'd been ordered to go when--blooie! Over the top she went with fourteen hundred barrels....

Desdemona's the name of a camp below here, but they call it Hog Town.

More elegant! Down there the derricks actually straddle one another, and they have to board them over to keep from drowning one another out when they blow in.

Fellow in Dallas brought in the first well, and it was so big that his stock went from a hundred dollars a share to twelve thousand.