THE PASSING

Like the melting snows of winter, Like the twilight after day,Is our race that's slowly passing To the ending of our way.

From the Northland to the Southland, From the East unto the West, Once our lodges stood like forests, Peace, content was in each breast.

On the prairie roamed the bison, In the forest glade the antlered deer. Maize for all in every wigwam, We knew no famine, knew no fear.

We understood all Nature's children, Knew the ways of the wild.

Not in books was kept our learning But handed down from man to child.

'Twas the Summer for the Redman, Now the Winter ends us all. Like a leaf is man to nature, And like a leaf our race did fall.

White man, white man, know our sorrow. White man, white man, know our woe. For no race may live forever, Soon our way you too must go.

Like the melting snows of winter, Like the twilight after day,Is our race that's slowly passing To the ending of our way.

Flagstaff's Annual Indian Show

(Continued From Page 2) Ries. Dancers in black masks, wearing high headdresses, seek the devil and finally discover and put him to rout; a story told in pantomime of the triumph of Good over Evil. Other ceremonials will be the Arapaho Scalp Dance, war-like with scalps, shields, and spears; the Hopi Buffalo Dance; Comanche War Dance, Zuni dances; the Navajo Clown and Feather Dances and many others from various tribes all over the southwest.

On one afternoon will be held the Pow-Wow Better Indian Babies Contest. Each tribe represented at the Pow-Wow will have a preliminary contest for three prize winners each. These winners are then judged for the grand prize. The baby contest is one of the high-lights of the celebration. News reel cameras have been sent with special orders to "shoot" the baby show and the judges have been selected from the most intrepid and fearless men in the community.

Adjoining the regular grounds at the City Park is the Indian Village, where the Indians camp all during Pow-Wow week. The Indian Village spreads over several hundred acres of ground in a natural forest setting. To it the Indians will come three and four days before the opening of the ceremonies and remain several days after the Pow-Wow ends. Each tribe camps to itself and here the Navajos begin holding their "Squaw Dance" each night, which is entirely a pleasure dance, beginning at about 10 p. m. and continuing until sunrise.

In the Indian Village huge cooking outfits are set up and during the three days of the celebration all Indians are honor guests of the city of Flagstaff. To serve the huge throngs of Indians requires tons of supplies and a large cooking crew.

The Pow-Wow program endeavors to present the Indian in his best moods, his gayest in contest and fun-making and his most serious in his religious ceremonials, all against the background of blazing fires and hordes of tribesmen collected from the entire southwest.

In past years every state of the union and many foreign countries have been represented by guests at the Flagstaff celebration. Last year 18 foreign countries and the 48 states were represented and people of all walks of life and all creeds make up the splendor of the crowd. The man in the seat next to you may be a foreign diplomat, a stal-wart Indian from the plateau country, a cowboy, a patient faced Indian trader (the last of his line) whose home is 150 miles from the nearest railroad, or a brilliant scientist who is preparing to venture into little known country in the southwest. Important government officials, state governors, ethnologists, college students and faculty members-people form all professions and businesses -these attend the celebration for its educational and entertaining features.

Last year such important Indians as the late Chee Dodge, last of the great Navajo war chiefs, and Chief Watahomigie of the vanishing Supai tribe, from the "Land of the Sky Blue Waters," gave talks. Another noted Indian was Jim Mahoney, 110-year-old Walapai, who hunted deer where the Pow-Wow arena now stands and who acted as scout for the first U. S. troops to enter northern Arizona.

No western entertainment would be complete without a rodeo; so for the entertainment of the guests six complete performances and three huge parades are offered of an all-Indian rodeo, the first big rodeo of its type in America, which takes place in the arena at City Municipal Park. A full afternoon of contests, races and games. Indian cowboys of first-class caliber will be seen in many contests, including broncho riding bareback and saddle events, team roping, calf tying, steer riding, bulldogging, cowboys' relay and western cow-pony races, -open only to Indian cowboys.

For the music lovers will be chanters and drummers from various tribes; Navajo, Hopi and Zuni girl singers; noted Chief Taputuka, the Hopi Nelson Eddy; Chief White Swan and Winnebago. Jack Hokeah, who has won fame as a muralist, will again thrill the spectators with his famous Kiowa feather costume and dance interpretations. A colorful throng and the greatest of all western frontier spectacles the real life pageant of the American Indian.

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(Continued From Page 5)paint spray, air compressor and propelling motor, is constructed in one unit and requires but one man to operate it. Being equipped with a four speed transmission and chain drive, it is possible to operate successfully at speeds from two to twelve miles per hour. A governor controls the speed of the machine in each forward gear and by using a graduated control valve, the flow of paint is controlled by the speed of the machine. The overall width of the machine is forty-six inches, which allows it to be operated in the center of the highway, permitting traffic from both directions to pass without disturbing the freshly laid stripe.

paint spray, air compressor and propelling motor, is constructed in one unit and requires but one man to operate it. Being equipped with a four speed transmission and chain drive, it is possible to operate successfully at speeds from two to twelve miles per hour. A governor controls the speed of the machine in each forward gear and by using a graduated control valve, the flow of paint is controlled by the speed of the machine. The overall width of the machine is forty-six inches, which allows it to be operated in the center of the highway, permitting traffic from both directions to pass without disturbing the freshly laid stripe.

As many as twenty-six miles of stripe have been laid in one eight hour shift, and an average of nearly twenty miles per day has been maintained with a paint consumption of only eleven gallons per mile for solid stripe and five and onehalf gallons per mile for broken stripe. In addition to the striping machine, the equipment required consists of one 1½ ton truck for paint distribution and one motorcycle with side-car, which is used to place and pick up the necessary signs placed for the protection of the machine and the freshly laid stripe. The entire striping crew consists of three men.

The above mentioned operating facts are, we believe, conclusive evidence that a record for efficient and economical highway striping has been set, several other states being able to lay only seventeen to eighteen miles of stripe per day with the aid of more equipment and with from seven to nine men on the crew. Basing our figures on the present cost of materials, the average cost of our highway stripe is $16.00 per mile, and to maintain the complete system of striping for one year, requires the expenditure of $75,000 which, we feel, is a very sound investment.

him as swiftly as possible he gets a thorough inspection.

For the past few years we have been instructed to lighten up on our inspection. Anyone who has traveled very much between Arizona and California knows that California's inspection is much more rigid than ours. We seldom open personal baggege. When we do open a suit case it is only because a tourist's atti tude strongly leads us to suspect that he might have something concealed anywhere about his car. And we don't enjoy looking through his personal belongings any more than he enjoys our doing it.

I have never seen an inspector request anyone to take the clothes out of his suitcase and lay them on the table. If the gentleman who wrote to Mr. Kerby was treated in this fashion he undoubtedly must have given the inspector strong provocation. Why is it inevitable that such letters of complaint are sometimes written? Let me cite a few typical illustrations of the sort of people who write these letters. Perhaps then the general public can better understand and sympathize with the officer's side of the question.

Case One: He is the type of individual who thinks he is too important to have to submit his car to inspection. He is perhaps a petty official in Washington, a nervous little man who pulls into the station, leaves his motor running, and

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keeps speeding up his motor as though he is anxious to pull out as soon as possible. The inspector goes up to his car and addresses him thus: "This is the state agricultural inspection. We're looking for fruit, vegetables, and other agricultural products which might be carrying insect pests into the state. Will you please open the back of your car for inspection?"

"But I have no agricultural products. What do you think I am a farmer?

"We have to examine all cars entering the state. Anyone is likely to have a little fruit in his car."

"But I'm a government employee in Washington. You don't have to inspect me, do you?"

"We have to inspect all cars entering the state."

"Why, this is a damn nuisance. I haven't got anything in my car you want."

"It will only take a few minutes."

After a time he grudgingly opens the back of his car and we begin our inspection. More than likely we find some cotton his wife has picked up in the South "just for a souvenir" or some Florida oranges heavily infested with scale. Of course he becomes more indignant than ever because we caught him in a lie.

"What in hell's it gonna hurt if we have that cotton?" It does little good to tell him that live boll weevils are picked up at the Arizona stations nearly every day during the cotton season and that practically all of them are found in bolls picked up by curious Easterners for souvenirs.

In the end he will probably want to know the inspector's name or badge number and will snarl as he pulls out, "I'll get your job, young fellow, if it's the last thing I do. Don't think I can't do it either!"

Now will someone please tell me how such a character could be handled to keep him in a good humor?

Now let us take Case Number Two: An Arizona car pulls in. By our questioning we quickly ascertain that its occupants are returning from a trip East. They are told that we must inspect their car. Nothing more need be said. They are immediately in a high dudgeon.

"Why, you don't have to inspect Arizona cars, do you?"

"Yes, we have to inspect all cars that are coming from out of the state."

"We wouldn't bring no bugs into Arizona We live here."

zona.

Nevertheless we must inspect the car though the driver strongly protests that he's an Arizona tax-payer, that he knows his rights, that it's all right to inspect "foreign cars" but it's downright disgraceful to look through an Arizona car. And it doesn't help to explain to him that it is really more important that Arizona cars be inspected than "foreign cars" because Arizona cars are stopping in the state while the majority of Eastern cars are passing through. Any contraband that might be overlooked in the Arizonian's automobile will be disposed of here while it is probable that the Easterner will take his contraband through to California. And experience has proved that the Arizonan carries very nearly as much contraband as the "foreigner." This is another reason that I believe Arizona citizens should become more familiar with our agricultural inspection.

It is possible that we find some honey in the car of Case Two. It develops that it is "bee-tree honey given to us by grandpa." Nevertheless it must be confiscated. Any uncertified honey is likely to be carrying foul-brood, a bee disease with which any apiary man is familiar. It is very likely that the inspector is again threatened with the loss of his job.

Case Number Three is the minister of the gospel who knows that any member of his profession cannot bear false witness. He insists he has no fruit. Perhaps he hasn't, but he doesn't know all the things we are seeking. He may have Spanish moss. Many people cannot resist the temptation to pick up some of this in the Southern swamps. But it is a carrier of boll weevil. Or the minister may be carrying a sack of hickory nuts infested with nut weevils. But whether or not any of these are found the pious gentleman is indignant that his veracity was questioned.

If anything has been proved at these stations it is the fact that every tourist cannot be taken at his word. He may not be lying deliberately; some of the best people forget what they have in their car or "had no idea that Uncle Jim put that honey in with the canned fruit." And they certainly do not know all the things we are seeking.

Case Four is the "fellow-officer." He may be a Los Angeles cop, a private detective, or a small-town dog-catcher, but he is astonished that we should inspect the car of a "fellow-officer." However, his threat is usually to "pour it on" to us if he ever gets the chance.

Case Five is the fellow who has a grievance against all inspection-officers because he was treated mean by a U. S. Customs Officer ten years ago. Case Six is the lawyer who is positive that this sort of thing is illegal.

These cases should show the strong likelihood that the inspector is far more sinned against than sinning. Reg Manning spoke truly when he said recently that our jobs are hard to fill, that the

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men should be diplomats and mines of information.

Let me remind you again that the irascible individuals mentioned above constitute only a very small minority. The letters of complaint received about our department are noticeably few. I doubt if there are more than a halfdozen yearly. I think the record is highly admirable when it is considered that several hundred thousand cars are inspected every year in this state.

It is my strong contention that our present agricultural inspection force is the best our state has ever had. A majority of its members have been chosen and proved by their merits. A man has to be qualified for this line of work. The inefficient inspectors have been weeded out. A goodly number of the men have been in the service for six, eight, or ten years. No man in charge of a station has been in the service for less than seven years. Considering the salary cuts which the men have undergone in the past few years, I believe that we still have a fine force of men. At the present time the officers in this service are the lowest paid of all salaried state officials. Though our commission recently sought to have the salaries raised commensurate with the increased cost of living our legislators saw fit to lower the wage of the road station inspector to $115 a month! This was done at a time when a great many state officials were voted higher salaries. Investigation has shown that the beginning wage on the California inspection force is $160 a month. Practically all of our inspectors are married Men with families. Some of them are going to find it difficult to make ends meet at a salary of $115 a month.

It might be wise, in closing, to make a few suggestions to those who are contemplating a trip out of Arizona and will, of course, pass through one of our stations on their return. If you plan to bring back any agricultural product consult the State Entomologist's office in the Capitol Annex Building in Phoenex or talk to one of the road station inspectors as you leave the state. You may be surprised to learn that there are a great many things which will pass inspection,

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or you may learn that just the thing you wish to bring back is taboo.

And please try to cooperate with the inspector when you return. I think you will find that he is the easiest fellow in the world to get along with. He is just a poor, working man trying to please his employers and also trying his level best to please the tourists. Remember this and you will only be detained for a moment.

PROTECT YOUR CHILD

Sudden stops or bumps hold danger of injury to the child who is permitted to stand in the car with face close to glass, front or rear. Every effort should be made to keep children seated when riding. It's a good rule to apply to all passengers.

In the event of a quick stop the heavy thrust of a face against windshield or window may easily result in a broken nose or other injury. Sometimes the glass is hit so hard that it breaks and severe cuts are inflicted.

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If the car seems to sway excessively on curves, have shock absorbers checked for adjustment and correct amount of fluid, suggests the emergency service department of the Automobile Club of Southern California. Underinflated tires or weak springs also contribute to car sway or roll.

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Really stands under it, but looking down, higher cliffs flank and overshadow its vastness.

Set in the base of one of its piers is a bronze plaque of the Piute Guide. Only those hardy souls who dragged that burden over glassy rocks and lowered it from precipice to precipice can estimate the heart breaking task. John Wetherill and Frank Pinkley, under whose supervision this National Monument lies, were in charge of the work.

Having viewed the Bridge from all angles and written our names in the National Park Register kept for that purpose in a protecting tin box, we made camp for the night. Half a mile from the Bridge a shelving cliff hangs over a quiet pool of water, quiet but not stagnant as it is fed by springs the year around. The pool is surrounded by rushes and willows, home of hundreds of wrens and mocking birds. A spring, walled in with rocks, furnishes water for cooking and drinking. As we ate our evening meal prepared by the guide over a camp-fire, plenty of frogs began their 'Serenade in the Night," which cheered us to greater feats in devouring steaks and dutch-oven biscuits, peach jam and cookies. We drank our coffee from pint cups.

We walked down the trail to see the bridge by moonlight, and I contend that no one has seen it unless they've stood there in the thick silence of that lost canyon and watched the shadows shift over the scene as the moon rides across the narrow strip of sky left to us by high looming cliffs. The night was too warm for comfort as the rocks poured out the day's accumulated heat, and we brought out cots from the tent out into the open space near the pool. A mocking bird was restless, too, and he sang all the songs he knew to his sleepy mate. One of our party, being an erstwhile glee club singer, felt constrained to join the concert, and our poor long suffering guide silently shouldered his bedroll and disappeared down the trail toward the Bridge. I warrant he found solitude and quiet there.

No Sir-It's No Lie

(Continued From Page 6) From which rises one great white pearl, St. George, Utah, appears. It is a welcome sight with its grape vines, its pomegranates, and fig trees and its thousands of roses and in among it the great white temple.

From St. George it is but a short and intriguing journey to Zion. Up along the Rio Virgin the road leads, over the great Hurricane fault and into the canyon among the minarets and towers. If one did not take the side trip to the north rim of the Grand Canyon, the car, once more in front of the Zion Park lodge, will record approximately 500 miles and will have completed an irregular circle that is the wonder of the world.

No, sir, it's no lie. This circle is the wonder of the world.

CLEAN FENDERS

All fenders should be cleaned thoroughly underneath and a good coat of enamel applied to prevent corrosion of the metal.

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(Continued From Page 11) as little as possible. Lilies and other aquatic plants grow therein.

As we proceed upon our way, in the distance there comes into view “Picket Post Mountain,” where, in earlier days Uncle Sam's soldiers watched for the signal-fires of the roaming Apaches. There too is seen the outstanding peak— “Weaver's Needle,” rising from the center of Superstition range. Even in recent years venturesome prospectors and hunters who wander about the base of Weaver's Needle bring back stories of skeletons found—“of those who have gone ahead,” and who remain unidentified.

A turn in the road, and some 20 miles ahead, we see the perpendicular walls of a mountain range, several thousand feet in height. From our view point. the bold, awe inspiring crags of this mountain seem to overlap the busy min ing town of Superior. Near the edge of the town smoke rises to great heights from the furnaces of the Magna mine, said to be one of the richest copper mines in this part of the country. The high walls of the range, the town nestling in its lap, with the long spiral stalks of smoke reaching towards the clear sky above, forms indeed a picturesque and entrancing scene.

Leaving Superior we are plunged, without warning into the deep cut canyon where runs the little stream named “Queen Creek.” Curves, curves and more curves. No open view ahead to change one's thoughts that the next turn will doubtless be the “jumping off place.” But, as miles pass behind and nothing serious happens, our faith in the ability of the engineer at the wheel, and in those of his profession who planned and constructed these highways, returns. What was fear and doubt now turns to confidence and admiration for those who through hard toil and with determination blazed a safe trail for the traveler to follow. At the point Capt. Wallace indicates a place along the canyon wall where a preliminary survey has been made for a change in this roadway and which, when completed, will eliminate a lot of the Hula Hula curves from the Queen's moving picture.

For some 22 miles this road winds among the canyon walls where at places, one may almost reach the top branches of tall trees whose roots are embedded in the canyon floor below. Along this stretch my companion calls my attention to the fine work done by the C. C. C. boys under the direction of the engineering staff of the highway department. This work, in part, consists in removing the loose boulders from the sides of the road and placing them where erosion of the soil will be checked.

Over a bit of rise, and we see, not far ahead, another town—Miami. Attractive indeed is this little mining town, located in the mountains of northeastern Arizona; broad clean streets and fine school buildings, decent looking homes and cottages wherein doubtless live the men who extract from the womb of mother earth the material which adds to the comfort and happiness of homes throughout the land. As we viewed Miami from our car we could not help from recalling the squalid, dirty and

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A few miles farther along and we enter the precincts of the clean and prosperous little city of Globe where some of the greatest copper producing mines of the entire United States are located. The immense dykes of waste and slag makes one wonder if human hands

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brought forth this mass from depths beneath the earth's surface.

It indeed seems strange that man, as the result of the civilization he has developed, must expend such vast stores of labor, and delve into the depths of the earth for things seemingly of vital importance for this present mode of living, but which do not form a true necessity for life.

As we journey onward and upward, we soon come to the top notch on highway 60-5965 feet elevation. Here we find a crew of busy workers placing in position the very last sections of a steel bridge, some 400 feet long, and which stretches out over the canyon where flow the crystal waters of Cedar Creek 150 feet below. This, I believe, is the second highest bridge in Arizona. "Tis an interesting sight to watch these trained men at this work, as they move so quickly, but with precision and caution, one of these 40 foot sections of steel -weighing many tons, into its proper place. Four giant fingers, hanging motionless over the chasm-so near to each other and yet so far apart, from the viewpoint of their service to man, await the connecting link which will bind them into the structure of the whole. It is difficult for the average person to grasp the fact that these sections of steel are made in factories many miles away, but with such precision that the constructing engineer may have full assurance that the last span of the of the bridge will fit into place within a fraction of an inch, providing he the builder, makes no mistakes in his calculations.

Here, I had the pleasure of meeting the individual who, alone, has the responsibility for the construction of this fine bridge and also for the completion of several miles of Highway 60, from Globe to Showlow. Gus Rath, resident engineer in charge, is an outstanding figure in the Engineering Department of Arizona's Highway organization. Mr. Rath had in times past many years experience in engineering work in Mexico and the United States. Alertness, quick speech, prompt action, are qualities immediately noticeable in the man who is completing one of the difficult portions of Highway 60.

Little does the average traveler realize the earnest work done by trained minds and the honest labor of trained hands, in order that he may pass with safety over the highways of our country. "Tis hard and dangerous work for those who do the pioneering and bring to completion the fine travel-ways of today.

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(Continued From Page 3) Constantly being excavated and preserved for the further knowledge and enjoyment of the modern world.

Within a wider radius of say a hundred miles of Flagstaff are some of the most unique scenic attractions in the world. The Grand Canyon, 80 miles northwest, is one of the most sublime sights on earth. To the east and north the Painted Desert, with its miles upon miles of waved sands stretched out in a startling panorama of rainbow colors, has a distinct fascination that cannot be duplicated. Southeast lie the Petrified Forests where thousands of giant trees lie like bright tinted rocks upon the mesas. Leading down into the central part of the state are many scenic routes, through some of Arizona's most colorful canyons and gorges; and past bright lakes, their shores fringed with pines and their waters well stocked with fish.

A wealth of natural attractions and recreational facilities abounds in this whole gorgeous section where Arizonans may enjoy rest and quiet, and where they may explore for themselves the scenic wonders which have made their state famous throughout the world.