Graham guardian., 1901-11-22
SUNNY Stafford.
Where Thrift Prevails and Nature Spreads
Hersoif-Uncle Jim Robinson Presents
tho Times Angel With = Wagon
Load of Chrysanthemuma

tho Times Angel With Wagon
Load Of Chrysanthsmums.
Blue skies, emerald fields and
purling waters. The snow fleck-
ed summit of Mount Graham on
the one hand, and the brown bare
sentinels of the desert on the other
and the Oasis of the upper Gila
below. This was the view that
met the delighted gaze ofthe Times
Angel and the Times editor as they
stepped off at Stafford last Friday
morning. The spectral shadow of
the prize homely woman who bluff
ed the locomotive still clung to
the depot wall, but a cluster of
happy sunny faces on the platform
completely eclipsed it. The two
angels met at the GUARDIAN office
and smacked in approved style
while the refulgence of so much
feminine beauty suddenly assemb.
led at one point was so great it
guided the dobe walls and made
the old job press look like it was
gold plated.
Now if there is anything we love
better than grass widows it is hot
biscuits, and if there is any one
who can make biscuits that would
tempt an angel from Heaven that
person is Mrs. ]. ]. Birdno, the
most accomplished and agreeable
entertainer in all Arizona. To
add to the attractions of that din
ner the Misses Birdno, the one a
demure lite blonde beauty of ten
and the other a fascinating tease of
eight contributed their charming
presence in abundance.
The Times and GUARDIAN Angels
sat opposite each other and the il.
Elimination from their smiling
physiognomies was so great that
the other guests had TO wear smok-
ed glasses. John McCollum was
deputized to do the carving, but
jumped the job as soon as he got
his own plate loaded, and the good
things disappeared with rapidity
that would have caused consterna-
ton in nearly any other household.
After dinner the Angels went driv-
ing under the chaperonage of Mrs.
Birdno while the thirsty editors
took in the plaza. They planned
to go up to Solomonville and turn
Bre Kelly around, but the sun slip
a cog on US and we went over to
the Jones Hotel. Now if there is
anything better on earth than
Wiley's accommodations, it is
Wiley himself, while Brother
Johnson presided with grace and
elegance in the basement. In the
evening the party in two-seated
carriage drove to Thatcher through
verdant lanes, typical retreat for
nightingales and lovers. Birdno
went down to perform in theatri-
cal bout but got scared and drove
entirely around the place of meet
ing and returned.
Saturday we took in Bowie.
Bowie is a hot one. There we saw
real trains go by, when the trains
are not in, the liveliest place in
Bowie is the grave yard. Miss
May Huffer teaches the small kid
how to behave in spite ofhis freck-
les in the little brown school house
across the track. Here we babe
goodbye to Mr.. and Mrs. T. A..
Pascoc, Mr.. and Mrs. Chas. T..
Martin, Bob Sloan and Lee Mid
dleton who were on their way to
the Masonic Grand Lodge at Pres
colt, also Fred Westmeyer return
ing to California, and a delegation
of noble old boys going to Pearce
Miners Union, the party consist
ing of Messrs. Houston and Lewis
of Globe and McCarty, Schiller and
Weeks from Troy.
Miss Rose Pendleton and Mr..
Jewell came in from the west and
Mrs. Ross, wife of the O. d. hoist
engineer, along with the babies
came in from the east. On the re-
turn trip we were overwhelmed
with affectionate good-byes at SAT-
ford. Uuclc Jim Robinson appear
ing on the scene with bundle of
"mums" as big as load of hay,
supplemented by another from
Mrs. Birdno, all of which were
turned over to us for delivery in
Globe.
Another trophy captured on the
trip was two and half pound
pear swiped one murky night from
Chris Madsen's orchard near
Thatcher.
Our profound thanks go out to
all those dear friends who en-.
deavored with such splendid sue,
cess to shower sunshine along our
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