Arizona republican., 1902-07-23
JUNE PATH LAST
How Hot it Seemed to a Scottsdale
 Writer to the Brooklyn Eagle.

Mrs. Emma Paddock Telford, than
 whom there is no more enthusiastic
 Arzonian. though she has not lived here as long as some others, is q staff writer for the Brooklyn Eagle and when she is in New York she is a lee
 turer on the subject of Arizona, and is good one, more effective than an i immigra tion bureau. Mrs. Telford is now in the valley, and was here on
 June 24, day never to be forgotten by the weather bureau. Mrs. Telford will
 not soon forget it either.
 In d letter to the Eagle she said of it: A big tarantula dropped out of the :, wall, tCo stupid to show fight, and even the house flies. Arizona's greatest in sect pest, dropped dead by the hun dreds.
 | At 10 o'clock the mercury was 112 and climbing. Then sprang up a breeze stiflingly hot. like the blast from q furnace. The cottonwood trees wilted, the sunfIowers bent their heads, spec i tacles taken off and laid down mo
 ment where the sun touched them blis- 1 tered the nose. Shell and bone hair pins split and twisted out of all shape; | vaseline in jars became liquid: candles
 turned over their sticks and dropped 2 1 tallowy stream on the floor. Shoes standing on shelf in the tent gave out smell like burned leather, and butter | fresh from the ice box. with ice in the I dish, liquefied before it reached the i bread. No metal could be. touched without thick gloves.
 | The eXpressman driving up from i town wore heavy buckskin mittens to l ,fNl Iii, | he was bringing. At tho ice factory I near by. cakes of ice exposed to the sun as they were being loaded into a wagon for delivery gave forth a siz- ! zling sound and were bIistered just as 1 a vanished chair is when it is allowed ! to stand too close to a red-hot stove | Water running through the pipes was 1 too hot to be used for bath. The ground, in the srn. burned the feet through heavy shoes, and the pegs in | the cribbaGe board were too hot to use without handkerchief.
 There was a prevalent suspicion here at that time that June 24 was 'mucha calore." but nobody realized that it ! was that hot. That incident about the blistering and sizzling ice was printed in The Republican,. and the next day scientific persons came around to the office and pointed out the impOssibility of causing ice to blister. Orc partic- ularly eminent scientist said that if you were 10 throw q cake of ice into hell it would not blister: it would melt. but would present no such phenomenon
 as the weather reporter of The Republican had described. The re porter was sent for. and, like the ice, he gave way before q scientific fact, and admitted that the blisterinE was q fiction: he could not even remember that he had heard any sizzling. and he said. moreover. that he had not eX- pected anybody tc believe it. He was let off with a warning not to intensity the situation here again.
 Mrs. Telford had heard, what she had hitherto believed to be q joke, that
 on such days as that laying hens had
 to be fed cracked ice in order that
 the eggs might not emerge hard boiled
 She says: That is not so much of
 joke after all
 But whatev the days may be here
 in the middle of une MrsJ Telford has
 no fault to find with the nights. She
 says of them:
 While the heat of the day here in the
 valley is undeniably trying. it is atOned
 for by the nights. Nowhere on earth
 are the nights so superb as here. One
 lives through the day in blissful anti
 cipa ton of the night coming. Every
 one sleeps out of doors. and every one
 is ready to retire by S:30 o'clock. There
 is no appreciable twilight. As soon as
 the sun drops below the horizon dark
 ness settles. A fresh breeze springs out
 of the west. The deep blue of the bending skies opens it's thousand ra-