By A. Friday Cavazos (July 1962) The story of the late Ed Wilkens and his typewriters could fill a book. Known throughout the southwest and southern majors, in his hands these fowl produced a fantastic record. A few were sold, some given to friends and their blood is seen in many blends. It is my desire to relate the story of Ed V\(ilkens, always referred to as "the Judge." He was the originator of the strain many years ago. At the age of nine I went to work for the Judge and did everything possible in helping with the chickens, although a youngster's physical ability was limited. I am now 48years-old and with the knowledge acquired from the Judge and years of experience I have put into the game fowl business, I still feel the Judge was the best when it came to raising and breeding game fowl. The Judge always liked good red roosters the best; normally fought his favorites, which were Phil Marsh Butchers Boys and a few Whitehackles. He never cared for the blue fowl. Captain Oakley, a native of Alabama and stationed near San Antonio at an Army post, brought the Judge three blue hens imported from Ireland. We called these hens Oakley blues; they had white and yellow legs. Judge put the three hens and a Phil Marsh cock at a placed called Mitchell Lake. The next year we went back to pick up the cock and I saw the most beautiful blue and red stags in the world. The Judge said he did not like blue chickens and ordered me to get rid of them, as he wanted nothing but reds. The Judge's son really like the blue chickens so he took care of them. Everyone who knew him used the nickname "Blue." Blue fought one of the stags and after the Judge saw the battle, changed his mind about blue fowl. Wilkins picked up all the blues and put the same cock back with the hens and started raising them. In the cockhouse we feed chickens in tin cups and when these fowl were eating, they made a sound like a typewriter. This was the reason the Judge decided to call them Wilkens Typewriters. It is a characteristic of this strain to fly high, shuffle in the air and on the ground without a bill hold; they are dead game. Bear in mind they were started from the Phil Marsh line and Oakley Blues. Even after years of breeding there were many famous cocks. One of the most impressive being "One Round Hogan" who never used more than one pitting to destroy his opponent. His last battle was in a great main fought at Ruleville, Mississippi and was the top weight for the late Bobby Manziel. Manziel also used a brother to make his famed "Tool Pushers" which were definitely blues. Actually my name is not "Friday" it is Atanasio but it was so hard for the Judge to say, he just referred to me as his man Friday, that is why to this day I am known to the fraternity as "Friday". . The judge fought a number of mains with the typewriters and defeated many prominent cockers. One of the more important was against Colonel Madigin, at that time fighting Rangers; they were not up to the Typewriters. Stakes were $ 10 thousand on the odd and $ 100 on the battle, 21 cocks. Since the murder of the Judge by a gang of teen-age thugs who attacked him on a San Antonio street when returning from a successful day in the pit, I have had complete control of the Wilkens Typewriters. Judge Wilkens thought of me as a son and I inherited his yards. I can truthfully say the only person having access to the straight blood after his death. Judge was one of the best pitters and feeders in the nation. At the age of 75 he could out-handle most of the younger men. In my opinion Judge Wilkens was the greatest fancier of game fowl known to the current century. He was indeed a friend.