In two winks and a sneeze the staid old Coast League diamond became transformed Into a dusty corral crowded with bucking mounts, gaily-scarfed vaqueros, daring cowgirls, snorting steers, be-Stetsoned past-masters with the lariat, “six-gun” specialists and whooping Indians—Doug Fairbanks and his efficient aides had torn a page from the history of the olden West, touched the words of Bret Harte and Emerson Hough with art’s mysterious alchemy and rethroned the hard riding, chance-taking cigarette-consuming daredevil of the range.