Mohave County miner and our mineral wealth., 1921-07-01


 young lady who writes for the Sat urday Evening Post, ran the last o1 series of articles entitled "West Broadway" in the Post of June 18th In this last article Miss Putnam was flivvering through Kingman, anC what she said of the town and the surrounding country will be of inter. est to our readers. The Post has 2. 000,000 circulation in the United Stat es and Canada. Following is what our fairy princess has to say about us:
 "Well, anyways-oh, boy, wasn't it warm when we come over the naked mountains to Peach Springs, and Lord knows why they call it that when there is neither peach or a spring in sight and water for your radiator is twenty-five cents! And then , through a burning land where the sun is busy fusing the rocks under the barren earth into gold and silver to Kingman.
 Of course I like to look decent and all that, and I had washed the night before, and only wore my waist two days, but when I got the first breath of the old desert, believe me, just resigned all pretending to keep my makeup on, and when a woman which is accustomed to wearing it in all weather leaves her face run around undressed, without even a kimono of powder on it, you may know condi- tions is unusual, and that I had by now become a thorough tourist. At least I thought I had until I saw the four flivvers.
 We was coming over a bed of vol cano cinderS, Tom driving and l and Jim busily and openly rubbing our sunburned noses with cold cream to keep them from getting any worse, al- though we felt that worse was really impossible, because we now knew how a lobster feels when he is boiled alive. And we was also feeling that now we was completely demoralized and to hell with appearances we must have our comfort and that we had descend ed to the lowest depths of personal carelessness, when, as I say, we saw the four flivvers ahead, and learned that no matter how low a Colby-Droit outfit could sink, the inhabitants of flivvers could go them one better, and again had to in way envy them because of this.
 You see, the further out in the West you get the longer the stretches are between places, and so sort of mutual-aid society springs up among the camping tourists. They get to travelling together in groups of two to even six or eight cars, so that if anything happens to one bus, why the others all get out and help. Which is fine thing, especially fifty miles from the nearest garage.
 We'll, these four flivvers ahead of us was such a mutual-benefit volun- teer society, and just as we come over the ridge the first one got stuck in the sand. Right away I learned what comfort and back to Nature was, be- cause in another moment there was a nightgown party in full swing in the middle of the public road. From every car boiled out two or three women in nightgowns carrying axes or hatchets and men in undershirts and pants and nothing else, except al so weapon. I'll tell the world it was some sight, and at first we thought a private war had been de- clared, but the brush was all that they attacked, and did it with right good will, with the thermometer at--no hundred and ten above zero.
 "Well," says Jim as we passed them, "tCere is advantages in being un- kno oTn to fame! Gee, I'd like to wear