Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1951-05-27
By Jessie Font Eyons

United States and State Weather
Bureaus and the rainmakers prac-
ticing in these parts. The con-
tention is whether nature, or man,
with his seeding of the clouds with
silver iodine. may claim the
honors.
With a backdrop of the mighty
Wasatch range. this Western me
tropolis is truly the land of prom
Use today that it was to the brave
Mormon settlers, when it was
their haven after they had made
their way across the plains in COW
cred wagons.
Utah University, with its inter-
nationally-k known school Of Mines
and it's many other collegiate
services, crowns the city's heights.
where the mountains come down
to meet them on the edge OF one
time Fort Douglas.
Here we visited with our dear
friends, Mr.. and Mrs. Orvlle
Adams. Mr.. Adams is president
of the Utah State National Bank
and a former president Of the
American Banking Association.
At the Fort Douglas Country Club,
overlooking the purple desert
country, we had dinner at the
sunset hour and watched the
lights come over the city below
with Mr.. and Mrs. David Law
renee Mckay and their interesting
family. Mr.. Mckay is the son OF
David Mckay, newly elected head
of the Mormon Church and one OF
Utah's leading lawyers. At one
time he and his wife. during his
missionary service, taught IN
Washington high schools. He ano
INV cousin, Miss Virginia Willis.
shared a classroom at Mckinley
High School. :,
Utahians have great pride and
satisfaction in the way the FBl
discharges it's functions for the
Nation. Stanley j. Tracy, one OF
j. Edgar Hoovers trusted lieu
tenants. was born in nearby
Ogden and many of this States
finest young lawyers and &C
countants are serving Uncle Sam
with this department.
Heard Tabernacle Organ.
The noon concert on the IA
NOUS organ In the Great Taber-
nacle was a memorable expert
ence we were glad to enjoy again,
especially the rendering OF that
beautiful hymn, 20 My Father"
considered one of the finest in
Mormon hymnology.
New to us was the recently
built Pioneer Memorial Museum.
a noteworthy. depository of men,
oriabilia of Utah's pioneer days.
Many of them were once in the
State Capitol. OF interest to
drama lovers is the cradle of that
famous Utah-born American &C
tress, Maude Adams, who immor-
talized "the Little Minister" and
peter Pan"
Bringing the war in Korea very
close are the Santa Fe and
Union Pacific trains, en- route to
San Francisco with paratroopers
In steel helmets. In a Fred Harvey
restaurant our eyes misted as a
kindly sergeant approached ia
BILE nearest us with one finger
held up to indicate just that
much time more before the train
started. Reluctant as young boys
leaving a party, they dutifully
got up, leaving behind them the
tempting dessert.
In Southwestern Colorado, with
the Mesa Verde National Park as
our immediate objective, we came
upon the customs of last from
tiers, and the remains of Indian
cliff dwellings that antedate
Christianity.
In Pueblo Country.
This is the center of the pinto
bean industry of the world, too.
High pommel saddles. spurs, Or
nate riding gloves. scoop-shaped
herdsmen's black felt hats vie
with the last word in modern farm
equipment. indians In their mod
ern adaptation of ancient pueblo
dwellings placidly go on with.
their way Of family living, SEEM
ingly unaware they are some
thing of a sensation to those
unaccustomed to seeing them. The
Indian men, women and children
wear PICTURESQUE, varicolored man
ties, which envelop them in the
chill early morning air. When
the sun rises higher they wrap
them around their hips.
Near a town with the Bible
name Of Moab. we had the I'M
accustomed experience of meet
ing and having to drive through
four f1ocks Of sheep, averaging
about 1000 each. Mounted Indian
herdsmen, one in front, and one
to the rear, with square red rags
attached to the end of long, coiled
ropes, which they manage with
marvellous dexterity, skillfully
made an opening for our auto
mible. Sheep almost pressed to
the sides Of the car. One smiling
herdsman even dotted his hat
and CALAMITY waved his left hand
in thanks to us for the care with
which we proceeded, while his lead
ram with a bell about its neck
angrily bleated long and loud at
having his right OF way taken
away from him.
When we had steadily mounted
skyward, our road spiraled, CIV
ing unforgettable glimpses of
snow-covered mountain peaks and
stretches of table lands below.
We reached the Mesa Verde Ma
tional Park Reservation. It's name