Arizona republican., 1909-02-22

there will be no more desert around
 Phoenix The shepherds crook will be
 replaced by the shovel of the irrigator
 Those flockmasters see the writing on
 the wall They do not fight against
 it. for it is the natural flow of events
 They can still fly to the foothills and
 the mountains, and the day may come
 when this valley, redolent of hay and
 grain, may fatten the product which
 the wild grasses produce. Is not Colo
 rado doing this? The Montana val
 leys are opening their arms to the waiting thousands of cattle and sheep and what will Wyoming do when her
 100000 acres of land are covered by
 ditches? Oh, that I could look into
 the future and decipher the hiero-
 glphics of the coming years, To me
 it looks as if Phoenix was but In her
 infancy. She has had a long teething time, period of uncertain health, but there are signs of change, signs of the child turning to the adult Today she
 is a hybrid. half town, half village,
 spread out so far that there is little cohesion. There is big empty build
 ing in her midst, half finished sort of ruin. the disaster of a mans op- timism, but was he far before his time? As the acres produce the town will flourish. Thirty years ago I saw Los Angeles at the same stage, a great overgrown village But what of to- day? There is your object lesson. Read t and reflect
 There are sheepmen galore in Phoe- nj frrcf buyers hover around, a stock yards so- licitor slips in occasionally and a live stock commission man, half on busi- ness bent, with an eye for information and pleasure, strays that way. Round the hotel 1t is all wool and a yard wide. Later this babbling brook of wool talk will be heard at Caspar at Billings, at Great Falls, and it will die away amid Canadian snows next fall. It would be impossible to name them all, but you see and shake hands with such outfits as c. c. Hutchinson, Campbell, Francis & Co, Colin Camp bell &. Co. the Scott Bros. Yeager Bros, and dozens of others Promin- ent among them all. Tom Pollock. of Flagstaff. the financial genius. banker
 NAA1 <Ahf iSbA Aoi every Ollt Ol those thrifty flockmasters. He began life in Iowa. he saw all the outs and ins of granger's life in a prosperous granger valley; then he came west, bought something near gold brick in bank. but he saw it through, and now he stands peerless in this com munity.
 On Sunday afternoon we took din- ner with MT. and Mrs. Hugh Camp bell. It would be unfair to trespass upon their hospitality further than to say that they have a beautiful home on Center street, mile or SD away from the business part of the city We spent the afternoon on the porch The atmosphere was perfect. a soft haze hung over the valley, on every side were mountains, like monuments of bronze touched with tips of silver as the afternoon sun flashed it's vivid light upon them. There was the hum Of Insects and soft notes, little more than twitters, from some bird hidden among foliage in a grove of young blue gums (the eucalyptus). A sleepy sort of afternoon, broken only. by the steady drone of insect life or the rush of an automobile on the street in front l All around were green fields and lines of cottonwoods breaking into life in softest verdant hues, and down by the l city were church spires. and great wa ter tanks, useful doubtless but intense ly ugly, and pleasant homes. while all | around the children were happy under ! such genial skies.