Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1893-04-19
FROM The FROZEN NORTH
To the Sunkissed Vale Of
Tempe, Greeting.
"A Young Man From Minnesota
makes Observations From
Distance Upon Arizona.

Mr.. Heavenrich, who has been 90
journing in the valley for some weeks
past,is the proud possessor of younger
brother who {, r want OF better job is
ut present managing editor OF clothing
store in Tower. Mimi, a desolate min
ing town OF some fifteen hundred in.
habitants, situated in the weary waste
of a Minnesota backwoods. he writes
TO his brother at Tempe as follows:
"From the sturdy pine of Minnesota
to the hardy cactus OF Arizona, greet
ing. Spring is evidently here again.
The air is warm. mild and refreshing.
The Signs OF this joyous time are evil
dent on all sides. True, no flowers are
peeping above the ground and no trees
are shooting forth their young leaflets,
but the fast melting snow brings TO
view the brilliantly cDlored tomato cans,
the soft grey hues OF the neglected ash
pile and the hundred and one knick.
knacks east away during the long weary
winter by prosperous community.
The store doors are wide open the fly
1y awakes from his long slumber and
makes few timid attempts on the
window. pane or feebly huzzes II buzzy
buzz. Old women poke their heads
FROM the second story windows to watch
the passershy on the street below, while
Swedish nurse girls promenade the
streets exhibiting last years crop OF
babies. Joy permeates the air.
Today being Easter Sunday, one of
the bewirching sirens who maneuvers
the morning biscuits at our hotel, pre-.
scented me with brilliant emerald hded
Easter egg. the coating OF which has
stained my hands bright green color
that any quantity OF soap and water
seems powerless to remove. Therefore
be kind enough to overlook all the
faults aud shortcomings OF this letter
as il is written by green hand.
Doubtless your sojourn in the Salt
River Valley has already benefited you
10 considerable degree. | can well
imagine You in the desert picking your
teeth after your morning meal OF horned
toad, and musing over the possibilities
of irrigation, while softly hunming
"Boom Tarsntula, Boom de Aye"
have heard and read great many hard
things about the desert OF Arizona, but
l consider that the mirage is the worst
of all reflections on the desert. 1t is
quite natural that yon should find a
great deal that is interesting in the no.
bic red man OF the extreme south.
Strange to say, that just as your letter
detailing your endeavors at cultivatlng
an acquaintance with the Pima END
Naricopa Indians, should be enter
tanning couple OF the dusky bellies OF
our reservation, who had just come into
the store arrayed in all the glory of red
calico dresses with big, yellow polka
dots and each sucking stick OF red,
white and blue candy. They were respec-
lively. Little.Green-Frog on-a-Stump-
Battle-Ground and Dead Horse-with.
an-Eye- Out-of.Joint. The Indians here
are all called Nitchies why so, cannot
tell, unless. possibly, from the fact that
they are always scratching themselves
for vermin, so an Indian here might be
considered an itchy person."
The letter run, at length in the same
strain, but we consider it hazardous TO
give any more Of it to our readers with.
out supplying siimnlants. We would
advise the young man to throw up his
job and run for the legislature, or go to
Canada.