Arizona republican., 1922-06-06

| tion of the hungry. while the Apache
Lodge kitchen and dining room was
thrown into high" and all went mer-
ry as a marriage bell. Everyone was
eventually Modified except one man.
and he was turned over to Harry
| Turner, salve spreader for the South
ern Pacific Turner explained to the
| man that it was against the law of
| Arizona to drive four abreast on
Apache trail and that all the cars
could not start at once. So it was
that the angry Manhattanese came to
| know why he should wait out in the
SUM-
The excitement Of getting off acted
as sufficient stimulus to get the party
away from the dam, but at Fish Greek
hill a bad epidemic of blue funk set
in. why" says "Pinkie" Krouse, one
of Shiek McAhren's desert runners,
only one party was ever known to go
off this hill and all he did was skin
a steering knuckle.'
OF course there was oodles of talk
about the heat. Mrs. James d. Henry,
wife of Potentate Henry. said she
would just have to have the car
stopped while she yielded up the
ghost; but "Sylvest" Mcdowell, an
other driver, Immediately went off
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among Phoenix folks for chilblains
and so equanimity was restored. A
stop at the roadside mountain tavern
at Fish Creek had yielded some
sweet cider" that tasted like ancient
history and this nerved most of the
travellers over the hill.
Possibilities of State Shown
Phoenix folks were not slow in
pointing out future possibilities OF the
great state of Arizona. Pointing to
the up standing stem of a century
plant, Fla" Stanaze told his CAREFUL
that it was an experiment being tried
out in this state by Burbank to raise
telephone poles for the Eastern mar
ket
Send your young men out West" !"
Judson King, still another driver, is
reported to have told his car full.
This species of cactus YOU see on
our right will soon yield all the rub
ber for the tires of the automotive
world. When you get down on the
mesa you will see that the giant cac-
tus has beet let as an advertising
concession by the state for the ad-
vertisement of tires at $4,000 a
month" So it went; every driver had
his line"
Like all journeys, the journey of
the largest tourist party to negotiate
the trail came to an end. AT the
state road camp, just the other side
of Superstition mountain, Potentate
Paul Jones was given the keys to
Phoenix. Whitfield out of a shingle by
the foreman of the road gang. The
foreman said he was attracted to Mr..
Jones because of his name, which
woke fond memories within his breast
second only to the memory of the
banks of Green river, beside which
he was born.
Getting Ready for "Bawth"
Down on the mesa, while the noun
tains retreated into their purple
shadows. the caravan came over the
hot sands in cloud OF dust and
perspiration. well, reckon you'all
will be ready for a bath when you
get back to your homes in Moo
Yawk'," said Harry Crane, one of the
drivers, as the cars came to stand
still.
Out at the Apache Lodge Charlie
Phipps, lent by the Water Users as
sociation for the day, played the
piano like they do east of Pittsburg,
the visitors reciprocating by singing
Smiles" for the first time west of
the Rockies, and generally speaking
a good time was had by all.
Clarence Snloth of Rochester,
speaking seriously. said he had been
over the best of the scenic routes of
Europe, mentioning the Amalfi pass,
Simplon pass and the way over TAFT
Noir. and in his opinion nothing he
had seen euualled the Apache Trail.
IF you ever get a road on which the
wild waves are stilled it will mean
much for Phoenix--indeed, there are
millions in it,"