The Winslow mail., 1925-01-09
TOMORROW At
NOON is LAST
HOUR We CAN
TAKE SLOGANS

L
a newspaper you find some item about
the thanklessness of the newspaper
mans Job, about how hard he works,
ETC., about the disagreeable features
connected with it, but you don't have
to believe all of it. Sometimes there
are fine things to do, some tasks that
are extremely pleasant, and one OF
those nice jobs befell the contest edl-
tor of The Winslow Mail, when the
task of boosting for. gathering in and
sorting the slogans for the CONNER
,cial club was handed him.
From near and far have come let
tiers accompanying slogans, sketches,
and original poems, all OF which nave
proved a great delight to the contest
editor, aprising him of the tender and
kind regard this city and state are
awarded from so many quarters.
Accompanying a slogan sent IN Dy
Miss Ruthella Henderson, W1nsloW
girl, is this fine paragraph, of which
any one could be justly proud of hav-
ing written:
1--WE in Winslow have right at our
doorsteps the most gorgeous scenery
in the whole world, because no one
ON earth will deny that our Grand
Canyon is the most gorgeous OF ma
lures work. People actually travel
across the continent and even from
foreign countries to see the Grand
Canyon of Arizona. We have the wond-
erfuI Petrified Forest, or Sleeping
Forest as the Santa Fe Railway has
advertised it all over the world. And
it is not so far away that it is not
easily accessible, in fact, 1t can be
reached in about two hours with
car. No one will deny that it is not
a wonderful spectacle. Again we have
the Meteor mine or mountain, an hours
drive to the south and west. When
you pause on the brink OF that chasm
and wonder how many years nave
passed since that moulten mass struck
the earth, what it was, the substance
of it, the size and innumerable myster-
les it contained, you must realize that
it was also one of the acts OF nature
that made this country a super pic
ture. A few miles from us there is
Natures master painting, the most
wonderful in the world, changing
colors during every hour of the day,
surely no artist has yet painted pic
ture that can change itself and one
with beauty undenied in every change.
Again we have the picturesque Indian
villages, the Indians play grounds and
last but not least their prehistoric
burial grounds, still containing mys-
teries of possible early civilization.
Il oh
out the canyons of this entire part OF
the country. Indeed there are many,
many pictures unfolded before the
eyes of those who visit Winslow."
Last week a letter from an anony-
NOUS contributor was published, and
this week the following explanatory
letter was received at the contest edl-
tors desk:
"As you were kind enough to de-
part from your policy Of printing
anonymous letters, and published my
letter in The Winslow Mail of Janu-
AIRY End, 1 admit authorship. I also
sent i ntwo slogans which l ask you
to please register under my name
Thanking you for your interest, l am
truly yours, Mrs. Jos. P. Byers, Nee
dies, California"
And from far-away Creswell, Ore
gon, comes the following gentle prod:
81 see by the Winslow Mail of De-
cember 26, that you have received
four slogans from Oregon for your
town. | felt tempted to send one or
two, but an glad 1 didn't as you took
advantage of those slogans to give
Oregon a dig. | am sure that
Oregon does not envy Arizona her
sunshine We do not need Arizona's
sunshine nearly so much as Arizona
needs our fog and rain. | am TAX
ing your paper in to the Eugene
Register tomorrow and I hope that
Editor Jenkins will fittingly answer
your charge, asShe is such booster
of our fog and rain. Had |
sent in slogan it would have referred
to that mysterious charm or spell that
Arizona casts over her ex-citizens that
almost forces them to return. 1t has
something magnetic about it, some
thing that draws people back to it
or makes them long for it if they can't
go back. 1t has enough of frontier
about it, the unexplored portions, to
make it interesting. 1t is in so many
ways unconquerable that it makes one
want to fight and conquer it. 1t is
a land of chance and a land of op-
portunity. l am eager to see
what name is chosen to advertise your
town.-Mrs. E. B. Tinker, Creswell,
Oregon"
And even His Honor, the mayor,
comes down off his high horse and
bestrides his halter-broken Pegasus,
and we want to say right here and
now that it's dad-blamed few towns
that's got a mayor who can write
potry-or who willard this we
mention just as one more of the many
fine features of Winslow. The Mayor
poetiZes as thus: