The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-08-04

I tricks did lem. Concerts, readings dances, etc, became a feature. And thei all of a sudden Papa Curry thought d the Firefall.
 He climbed to Glacier Point one even ing, collected some fat logs and burnel them until they were mass of orangi coals. Then he ye-how-ed down into thI valley, got everybody looking upward and showed the glowing logs over thi edge one after another
 Down a sheer drop of wall for 1000 fea they slid showering a comets tail o golden sparks About 8 third of the wal down the face of the precipice is a slant ing ledge against which the firefall grad ually dies.
 Viewed from the valley, with the light quenched-all but the glowing campfir and 5O0 persons staring silently up ward to where the black cliff show faintly against the star-spangled nigh sky, the firefan is sight to cross | continent for Big, jolly, stentor voiced Papa Curry is gone now, but Mrs Curry sees that all the customs bl originated for camp happiness are kep up.
 IT'S JAMES JOB NOW
 So Jamie climbs the mountain now four times each week, piles up his logs starts his fire and sends down the cas- cade of gold, afterward lighting himself back over the steep, black trail with hh little electric torch.
 No one ever does 1t but Jamie. It Is 1 stunt for nerve and muscle. And whef he gets down into the valley again there's a capful of silver coins for him That's how Jamie goes to college.
 As the years went by, the Curry Cam1 grew so popular that 1t applied to bt made postoffice, and Unc Samuel gavi it certificate or whatever it is he doel to make place a postoffice.
 Twelve thousand campers each yeai sent some 150000 picture post cards and letters to the home folks through this postoffice, and while it was only si months postoffice, it was well behaved and thriving one.
 Then a corporation, with heap o. money, told Unc Sam that if he would give them the postoffice they'd build { fine hotel. Uncle must have listened for on May 29 just passed, word cant from Washington that the camp postoE flee was to be closed on June 1. On1J two days in which to protest, and ont of them holiday!
 But Mamma Curry and Daughtei Curry are none of your clinging-vine fe. males who sit down and wiring veal hands, wailing that they are undona AhOy dAS WOHeH W1LH pralnS ana VOtel and they have a motor car that can make 20 on mountain roads and 50 on thu 
 It was 10 D. m. when the two womet started out to reach center from which they could telegraph to Washington. Int mountain passes were still choked witB drifts in places, but, shucks, what's { snoWdrlft or two to a woman with al objective point beyond!
 POSTOFFICE STAYED "PUT"
 At in the morning the car whizzed through startled Mariposa, which has en Joyed uninterrupted sleep ever since thl last of the easy gold was taken ou Of it's streams and gullies and it go over being a hellova mining camp.
 When dawn broke, the women vert far down into the San Joaquin plain a drop of 5000 feet since midnight Bel fore you and I were awake they vert warming up the wires to Washington and with, the help of Congressman Raker of the disxrict, laid facts enough before the postoffice department to havl the order to close up rescnded.
 The Currys returned to camp in s more leisurely style and killed a fatted chicken that night to celebrate.
 There! My space is filled, and 1 haven't room to tell you about Dr. Cole man, or the woodchopper, or the rangers or the celebrities who have visited thu camp, Prof. Joseph Le Conte T. R., Dr David Star Jordan, pr. Maria Montes. sori, Pavlowa-
 All right, MT. Editor, don't scowl. I'll stop.