Arizona republican., 1918-11-03
By TOM FITCH

Many years ago visited the worlds capital, and my first sightseeing trip was to the Tower of London. 1 crossed footbridge, passed through low and narrow door and was accosted by a stalwart man in a red coat, which is the uniform known as the beef eat CTS"
 This" said he, 'is the cell where Sir Walter Raleigh was confined. In this apartment he wrote his History of the World. With this ax he was beheaded on this block. This same block was also used for the beheading of Queen Anne Boleyn, Lady Jane Grey, Lord Lovett, Lord Kilmarnock and Balmerino."
 We were in the room in the tower known as Queen Elizabeth's armory. l knelt down and placed by neck in the aXdented black shining groove which had formed the death necklace of queen, courier and rebel and my com panion struck the headsmans blow with her handkerchief, the while with closed eyes my wits went wandering away and away beyond these thick low walls to the England whose his- tory you may read in cleaning hal berd and embroidered armor and rusted tor u r e = screws scattered through these gloomy rooms.
 They were stalwart and fearless men, these island sires of ours, and who shall sheer at their sons for care fully preserving every available relic of their achievements, whether of glory or otherwise? In the olden times statesmanship was clumsier and rougher in it's contrivances than it is l now, and to smother or behead your | rival for office was the proper way 2 | dispose of him. Now we lure him into a boltRg caucus or induce him to join a goo-Soo club.
 Every room in the tower is filled with ancient armor and spears and swords and guns, from rusty muskets to repeating rifles. You pass from the White Tower. which William the Con queror caused to be erected to over 'ook the marshes of Essex and the tur- bulent citizens of London, into the bloody tower where Richard III caused the two princes to be smothered more than 400 years ago. From there to Beauchamp Tower where you may be- hold carved over the fireplace the au- tograph of Philip Howard, Earl of Arundel. Philip died in prison for the crime of not falling in love with Queen Elizabeth, and his father was be- headed for the crime of being very much in love with Mary, Queen of Scots. You couldn't suit sovereigns in those days, no matter which course you took.
 In the new regalia room in the tower the crown jewels are exhibited for a sixpence. The kings cap of purple vel vet, hooped with silver and blazing with diamonds and rubies, and St. Ed wards S ancient crown with it's collec- tion of gems and other crowns and scepters and rods and bracelets and spurs, and amounting vessels, and bap- tisma1 fonts, and spoons and sacra- mental plate, all blazing with gems and never used, and worth ever so many millions and millions of dollars, the while the squalor and sorrow of Eng land surges and struggles and suffers all about the walls which environ and guard these glittering baubles of a realm.
 l had only time ot glance through the Devereaux Tower, where Essex was confined and the tower where Duke Clarence was drowned in a butt of Malmsey wine-My! what a drink he had before he went I paused a moment at the watergate where the silken -robed galleys of the Plantage- nets were accustomed to land, anC then left medieval England behind me and hied to the parliament houses
 In front of the palace where the par liament houses and courts meet is ( gigantic bropZe equestrian statue O. Richard of the Lion Heart, so ex- quisitely wrought that you can almos' see the mighty muscles of the mar