Arizona republican., 1913-11-16

i slain lie in heaps along the back l track, do the slain. And they were bogus to start with or he wouldn't
 have slain them
 For sam Blythe is always fair, and nearly always he is kindly The i Javelins of his trained performing vo- ! cabulary are barbed only for the ma lle- believe statesman and the wind inflated movement. He is one of the few political writers who can come back and work the same side of tho street again. He also is one of the few real humorists who can be funny 2t the expense of another fellow without being either spiteful or vim GictiVe. Lovingly he places his victim on the pan and lovingly he bastes him and browns him and grills him to a turn. but like the best cooks everywhere, he never blisters the car cass.
 With BIythe's gift at narrative, his grasp of actualities and his powers Cf humOr his friends always knew that he had in him the making of great fiction writer or a great satiri- cal cssaYist, but he preferred to deal with the real people and the real things of the hour; in that he has the instinct of the truly great news paper reporter, loving facts about all things and holding them, for writing purposes, tO be worth the most
 Somebody asked Blythe once dur ing talk which he was making to some college students out in Indiana what he regarded as the most inter osting thing in the world to write about. His reply was prompt "A human being" he said, and let f go at that
 He let it go at that for quite a spell. Then here, a few months ago. all Of a sudden. Blythe stepped out o1 the wings clutching a large mass of manuscript in both hands. He had written bOok-a novel He called il The Price of Place" It dea.r with Washington life, with the inside of the political game and the society game and the diplomatic game. The man by temperament and experience lest fitted of all men to show what gees on behind the scenes at our nations capital had done it. using foe the first time in his life. out-and ou, fiction as vehicle Those who have read the book agree, pretty generally. that it is a big book and book that will last, because it deserves U last. And all the people who walk through it's pages are real people. they are human beings.
 So you might call human beings sam Rlythe's fad; certainly writing about them is his trade He has ether fads, q few of them. He plays golf Once he made fun of it and derided those who played it. and said if anybody ever got .him to play golf it would be over his dead bpdy. CT words ta that effect. But some one caught him with his guard down and induced him to take a few golf clubs in hand and stroll over the links at Chevy Chaso-and tin, hellish deed was done Now he is a golf playcr-and one of the worst, it might be added. He has talked of going some day to Scotland. the motherland of golf, and playing over some of the historic courses there. If hc ever does there will be riot
 Being one of the heaIthiest crca- turcs on earth, he narbors the deIu- sion that all his friends are in d falling state of health and he insists upon prescribing for them He fs a great story tellcr-one of the best and if he cared to work at the trade he might he as successful as an after-dinnor speaker or as d regulaf platform orator as he is as a vritty It is also bclieved-although not sus- ceptibIe at this time Of proof-that once in a while when the longing takes possession of him he steals away to some far secluded spot and practices on an alto horn, being meanwhile filled with vain regrets for what might have been if the leader of the Geneseo Silver Cornet band ha dn't discovered that time so long ago. what it was that ailed the band
 Of recent years MT. Blythe has ac- duired another fad-cattle raising. He is now the proud owner of a splendid