The Arizona copper camp., 1919-12-20


bad" mentally resolving that he
would like to get "a hold on a good
piece Of land, though as a matter of
fact, he may know less about it than
some who may have tried and failed
for not all is rosy when you are
! "homesteading"
Next morning, if he may have been
fortunate enough to not have his
name as one of the gentlemen of the
| jury, just as he makes his exit, he
| is tackled by another one of those
! fellows" who are trying their darn
dest ito improve the efficiency of the
county's administration, thereby saw
ing the. county hundreds Of dollars an
nually.
| Said county official proceeds to in
, vite our "home-sick" juror and one
or two others who happen to be near
for drive in his car, to while away
the time until "one-tIirty this after
noon. The good Samaritan in the
crowd spins along over the Casa
Grande road and shortly arrives at
the sign "To the Ruins" One of the
party mentioning that che had not
seen the ruins, the jovial official i'm
mediately attempts to satisfy the de-
sire of the majority and to the ruins
they go.
Upon arrival, they are introduced
to, and from thence to departure, are
entertained by Mr. Frank Pinkley.
He is considered one of the best-in-
formed men in archaeology in the
United States, and after two hours
of travel among the ruins and listen.
ing to his remarks, one cannot resist
the impression of his remarkably wide
accuracy.
Not realizing how the time is fleet
ing, until darkness begins to drape
her mantle over them, the host speeds
lack to town. Just as the beauty
and glory of the sunset begins to en-
thrall the occupants Of the car, they
are stopped before cozy little bunga-
low. Alighting, one of the passen-
gers fondly takes the little girl who
has come to meet us into his arms,
-(this has reference to the baby girl,
of course)-and> goes to the fireside,
where the crowd is invited to partake
of the pot luck which proved to be
more tasty and delicious than good
many prepared ones" they have been
called upon TO endure in some of
our better homes up in the copper
lined hills. The pure rich 'leche,"
which is the kind you don't get from
the tin COW; the homegrown fruits,
put up by the good and charming
housewife, tasty, real COW butter in
stead Of the favored "nuco," on real
bread, all tend to bring to mind the
companions in crime" who have not
had a chance to get a square, except
at the dining rooms down town, their
only and chief form of indoor sports
being in trying "some other place
although, after due trial, a number
have come to the conclusion that one
particular place" is not so bad after
ALL
Being Excused from Friday
morning until Monday at $50, a trip
Z
home visions appeared of the whole
place going ''by the boards but
upon arrival found that dear wifey
had kept things going just about as
well as could have been done, and
upon calling up the office to advise
them that eve would be down a
little LATER" were politely informed
that 1--WE are about caught up with
everything" whereupon again mental
reservation was made that Florence.
"ain't such bad place after ALL"
Realizing that some are not so elm
portant" after all, it. is determined
to take Sundays train lever remem-
bering that we have to report at
$50 Monday morning), and thus a
start is made on the last lap for
duty as a juror.
Upon arrival, being pleasantly
greeted with the sign "No rooms, no
COTS" and, not to be outdone by
untimely arrival, some more par
ticular friends have very kindly seen
to it that a room" just about
block over here" was provided; so
start was made, expecting to find
a dilapidated old building in which
nights lodging might be obtained.
Again an agreeable surprise! Instead
of the old building and the nights
lodging, a greeting is given by a
kind, sweet, little woman, who imme-
diately made all to understand that
eve were right at home" Here
home-like atmosphere permeated the
whole place; the coZy bedroom, the