Arizona republican., 1902-10-13
HE WAS NOT CRAZY
But Had the Sun Over Barrell ard
 Wanted to Bluff 1t.

The following story was printed in a Puget sound paper and is amusing for those people who imagine the hot disagreeable. It is equally as amusing to Phoenix people, 70 see how seri- ously and unphilosophically the ten derfoot sizes up Arizona weather:
 "Oh. no, it isn't what you think"
 The speaker was standing in the rain on one of the Railroad avenue wharves, shaking his fist at the faintly luminous spot in the heavens that marked the location of the sun, and urging the orb of day to come out and shine and be eternally condemned. A solicitous passerby had stopped to ask if he had any friends in the city.
 No" he went on: ''it isn't what you think. My intellectual machinery Is all in adjustment, and my habits are ab- stemious I have just escaped from Arizona, that's all, you see" And again he turned exultingly to taunt the hay disc up in the western sky.
 His new friend didn't see. but was growing interested and said so.
 ''Then, sir, you have never been in Arizona in the summer time, and by that token it should be a solace to you to know that whatever your lot may have been it might have been much worse. For three long months that same orb that is making that futile. in effectual play up there has had me on the grill By day it roasted, broiled and scorched; and when at night it had to give up business for time, it sim ply turned the industry over to worthy deputies the rocks and the sand, which radiated at night the heat that they stored up by day, and so kept our little annex to the ultimate abode of the un righteous going by a sort of Dutch oven process.
 'The heat was everywhere. In the house everything hot to the touch. Your writing table was hot; your ink turned to mud: your clothes by day and your bed by night felt as though they had been freshly ironed; the fur niture exuded varnish. and every chair became a trap for the unwary. That was in the shade. Tn the sun-well, if you left your horse for a few minutes in the sun you rode the next half mile standing in the stirrups; you wouldn't sit in the saddle for the same reason that you wouldn't sit on the stove. A few days of that sort of thing is inter- esting as an experience. but after weeks and months it gets on the nerves and ruins the most amiable of dispositions. You can't eat. you can't sleep. You can't smoke. You are in as sorry a plight as Lord .Chumley in love
 "No. I don't know the highest read ing of the thermometer. When 1t reached 115 degrees one day an impuls- i've citizen put a bullet into it and spoiled it for scientific purposes.
 Scorpions and tarantulas, Gila nor- sters and rattlesnakes seem to like the climate. and the black and tan popula- ton from over the Mexican border bear up with a certain amount of fortitude, but it never was created for white men. In fact, to say that southern Ari- zona was created for anything is as- stunning too much; 1t seems more like an inadvertance than a creation of Deity.
 When I got away hurried up here looking for clouds and rain. I like 50 come down here on the wharf, where I can hear the wash of the waves and feel the cool. salt air from the sound and then watch my ancient enemy up there. putting up against those clouds and making a spectacle of himself"
 The refugee settled himself comfort ably against a pile, and as he gazed