Arizona republican., 1921-07-17

|. Presently there emerges from the waste bit of a tower that looks strangely modern and industrial The purr of machinery emerges from it and the lap of rushing waters. strangly out of place here In the home of the solitary coyote and the Gila monster. One approaches and
 behold, gushing forth, a stream of crystal water as big as might How through his arms made into hoop
 It follows a ditch by the roadside and. as one later learns. is the first of series of pumping stAtions-
 There are two of them every quarter of mile, each pouring it's etre4m
 into the ditch. which. thus aug
 mented, evolves itself into caaal
 carrying an ever-increasing vol1nno
 of water.
 One goes into this pumping plant
 to be shown by the attendant how it
 works and is surprised to find that
 there is no attendant The whole
 series of them is operated by one
 man who presses buttons At head
 quarters miles away
 When one reaches that heedquAr- ters he finds cuitiv ators. drfven by those Indians with whom I uted to go on rabbit drives. stirring the eoiI about the roots of 5000 acre4 of this
 new found cotton, throwing its crown of green this year to sky fkaf has
 looked down through the aGes but has never before seen aught but dun gray wastes. Over by the reservation. on Indian
 land. new project is being laid out
 Under contract the company oevel- l oping it is to install the pumpe tor irrigating 5000 acres. it fs to bring l the tract under intensive cultivation,
 is to have the use of it for ten years. l and is then to turn it back, with the | Improvements, to the Indiana. Tbus are my old friends 10 become pos- l sessed of one of the richest farmina l tracts in all the worid-
 And wonder. as see t all, if thif incidental development Of electrfe power has nQtsdeponsfrefed a Way<tn which much of that usG1eSs Hand zof the waste stretches of the Welt ray, I after all. be brought under s<ss::ts.sSssL- tion and converted into model honaea for the generations yet to come
 II have not been to Phoeni4 tor 90 II years I checked my bags at .the stA- I ton and wandered up fhrou4h th4ee 4 streets the feel of which my feet had
 known through the long yeArs that I they had gone unshod. Gone vas | the odor of damp earth behind fhe sprinkling wagon. for the streete now \ are paved Gone are the hitching racks where we tied our horses when
 coming in from the country-repleced by parking spaces for automobiles- Gone are the low adobe buiidirGs along Washington street zone tho T half doors of the once frequent a. loon. the purr of the roulette ban as } it spun on it's journey to the pockets which bore the lucky number A
 prosperous, modern. busting city has
 come to pass in which find little 10 remember. wander up the street : hoping to be recognized, hoping to
 recognize somebody. gaze ecrut- inizingly into the faces of the paSs- ers-by. I pull myself up for I find , that I am watching the younktters of the age my friends were 20 year1 } ago. I see nothing that is familiar,
 and then .sa ,l In the front door of the old bard- : | ware store she stands-proud. erect,
 aristocratic. formal yet friendly. un- , changed through all the years. just ' as I had seen him a thousand timer in my youth. grandly displaying the , latest thing in harness-Ezra Thay- CTS old, dappie- gray. papier-machs horse.