Arizona daily citizen., 1901-09-28
The Eastern Tourist
Writes About Tucson.

The New York Commercial Adver-
tiser OF September 81, has a letter from
tourist written from Tucson. The
tourist is very apprecative Of the old
Pueblo. Among other things he writes
"Aiter you cross the Rio Grande,
somehow. you expect, as your right,
bowie.knives and bucking bronchos,
and instead you go on finding telephones
and bathtubs. Nav, more, the latest
magazines. the New York papers, golf
clubs and girls who wear college colors.
The drug stores in Tucson bear dis
couraging resem blnnce to the d ug stores
ia the east. There are the same show
cases filled with perfumes and toilet
soaps the same cooling drink signs on
the soda water fountains. The drug
clerk wears a linen coat and silk
dotted tie. He has the same weary
but-willing look that all drug clerks
wear. Next door to him can be bought
Tuxedo cot, and across the street are
displayed tennis rackets and hammocks.
As the hungry tourist eye travels
al ng Congress street, seeking the
characteristic and picturesque, its bread
and meat, 1t is a disappointing row OF
brick-front stores that presents itself.
There are dry goods signs, meat markets
barbershop poles, opticians wooden eye
glasses. and other symbols of the con-
yentional business life. The tourists
mind recurs to the leagues OF giaring
alkali desert and burning powders
which gave such rich promise yesterday.
And this was the goal.
The tourist. with some misgivings for
his appearance, enters the saloon he is
so obviously tenderioot-~an easterner.
Stories OF tenderfeet who were made to
dance with bullets flying about their feet
or who had their hats shot full OF holes
have been haunting him for days. In the
stories, too, the tenderfoot always turn
ed the tables in some adroit manner |
that won the admiration of his tormen.
On the swinging door and is sickening,
he could not turn a single
able. There is only one man standing
1t the bar. He wears a seersucker coat
md duck trousers He has a handker.
'hef in one hand and glass OF beer in
he other. As the tourist enters he aets
he empty glass down and says: Make
t another, Bud" The bartender il
'oung man with a thin face, big nose
md wet hair. He asks the tourist, poll
ely, "What is yours?' The tourist
thinks his beer and wonders why the
doesn't wear cavalry mus.
aches and why he didn't growl, "Name
1er poison !" At table near the bar
ire some men reading papers. None OF
hem pays the slightest attention to the
ourist. None Of them carries revolver.
rhe tourist forgets his deliverance from
he dancing and the hat.pIugging. "lt's
ust like saloon anywhere" he groans
Then he discovers back room, and
leases to groan. There is no door be-
ween the bar and the back room; just
IN open, widearched entrance The
ourist stands in this and looks. Gam.
bling "in the open,' as it were, looks
'dd to eastern eyes. The tourist looks
rom game to game, There are roulette,
monte. craps. faro. poker and Chinese
o,tery. II lie commodious room with
| stove in the middle. In one corner on
. platform is piano The games are
arranged around the wall, excepting
he monte and the poker games There
ire not many players, but after the
lights are lighted the room will be
hronRed. Cowboys, prospectors, clerks,
oafers and Cinnamon will elbow each
ther at the games and little brown
iexicans will squeal over the yellow
ictnre cards at the monte table. The
'hinamen prefer the lottery and faro. 4
arc is the moat popular American
anne with the Chinese.
The tourists wanderings take him
ast the business houses the feed stores
nd livery stables into streets lined with {