Arizona republican., 1902-08-20
NEWS OF
 THE NORTH
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 Iron Springs. Aug. 15.-(Special Cor .respondence of the Republican.)--It was sunset time. after the heavy rain of the night before. The air was redo lent. and the freshness and sweetness of it was intoxicating. We were sitting on the brow of a hill, in the west end e the camp. taking in. silently. the various pictures in natures art gal lery. How beautiful to dwell up in the mountains, It would take an artist like Corct to describe one as we were privileged to see them here. The long and ever-changing aftergloW. Those exquisite tints in voilet, red and gold, shading off to the yellowish green of the unripe lemon. Then we took in the cottages nestling about the camp, each enc bearing it's own individuality. The big hill with the juniper tree on top of it-I believe they call it Iron Noun tain, or City Hill. It seemed to reflect all the beauty we were admiring in the west One little cottage seemed the center of attraction. Ii is the home of Judge Baker, of Phoenix. And the pity of it. There were none of the faces of those pudgy happy little Bakers men. The panels of green and white looked like fresh ribbons, and the green roof had the softness of moss. The window panes seemed like prisms, and the veranda stretching across the front seemed full of dream children" For so small place there are too many empty cottages. I wonder why? Is it because the owners cannot get their price or because they do not wish to rent? It does seem too bad that such beautiful havens of rest stand there in their silence, mutely asking the ques- tiCn. Why are we deserted ?'
 Are there TO tired hard working yet deserving men or women in tie valley. patiently wearing out under the fret of the heat. that could rest there awhile and think? Then the gratitude springing up in their souls as they thought of the 'BrCtherhoud Of man and the fatherhood of God" The young people Of Iron Springs are indebted to MT. Rupert Doris for d most delightful outing yesterday after noon. He entertained in a very finished style. To the ladies a picnic generally means quite little effort at prapara- ton. So when one is invited in this manner: Meet at the club house at fCur with no basket" the heart leaps to it. When all had assembled. the la dies were assisted into MT. Reynolds big wagon, hay and canvas in the bot tom. MT Hubbard. Dr. Lynn and M~. Johnson on their fiery steeds were out riders. The chaperones were Mrs. J. w. Doris, Mrs. Ben Doris and Miss Ellis
 The contents or the wagon. besides the good things prepared by Chef Bel ton of the hotei, and the expert driver. Mir. Reynolds, and the chaperones. were as follC WIS: The Misses Adelaide GrOover, Nellie Battin. Elizabeth Flick as. Claire Orme. Essae M. Culver. Edith Kay. Nellie NJ. Taylor, Ida C. Neff. Baby NOyse. Laura Irwin, Lu- cille F. Rays and Minnie Doris; Messrs. H. T. Rays w. R. Batten, C. P. French. Rupert Doris. We were driven to a most delightful spot this side of Granite mountain. The ride was somewhat rough but that only suggested fun and laughter. Upon arrival a fire was made, the coffee set boiling. a table cloth spread on the ground. and the gCod things prepared brought forth. What a menu, Yellow legged chickens. fried ham sandwiches southern biscuits. cheese. wafers. eggs deviled olives. peaches, pears, plums. cakes and delicious coffee made or stirred or watched l do not know which by a full l-hedged graduate from French" school in cooking Miss Min rie Doris was graceful and efficient in her role of serving maid, a delight ful accomplishment we all (girls) en- vied. Then a real nCblemsn sat at table with us-the Baron de Zorowski- alias Dr. R. B. Linn. He did not thrust his honOrs thick and fast upon us, but appeared a real American gentle man. Serenely happy. as people gen. orally are after eating, we all began to say to ourselves-rememberl as best we could-Owen Meredith's lines: We can live without love; we can live
 without books:
 But civilized man cannot live without
 cooks"
 We can live without love; what is pas
 sion but pining,
 But show us. the man who can live
 without dining"
 With the native chivalry of the past. the dignified and exclusive Mr. Hub bard. the baron and the French cook
  It had to be that we must go. for our host was to leave this same night for Phoenix. With three cheers for MT 1 Rupert Doris we left the 'wildness. the i beauty and the frelight for our home | ward ride.
 Monday night. whist at the club house, dancing at the pavilion by the [ youpger set. an impromptu affair cele- 1 ffr,cr Queen. Tuesday afternoon a number | of the ladies met with Mrs. Mccormick !