ARIZONA'S YESTERDAYS

ARIZONA'S A Glorious and Colorful Past

In the White House in Washington, D. C., Feb. 14, 1912, President Taft scrawled his name on an imposing looking document and by so doing added another star to Old Glory, added another state to the Union-Arizona. So closed the hectic history of the territory of Arizona-so began the impressive and colorful story of the youngest and grandest of these United States. Momentous was the historic oссаsion. Gathered with the President (seated) at the signing of the bill giving statehood to Arizona were, left to right, George Curry; Col. McClintock; Robert L. Long; a member of the White House staff; Sol Luna; William A. DePuy; A. M. Loring; Ralph Cameron, Bernard Zacheau, Lorenzo Hubbell, (standing back of President Taft); Tom Malloy; a member of the White House staff; Robert S. Kirk; Ira M. Bond; and two White House attaches.

THE OLD MODOC STAGE in Tombstone flourished in the heyday of the colorful camp. When the iron horse of the Southern Pacific came in, the stage had to bow to progress, had to make its last trip to Tucson. Drawn by six white horses, the stage is shown here before Hotel Nobles for the last time. The old west had to give way to a newer and greater Empire. Many a dusty traveler was jostled about in this stage, bound from Tucson to Tombstone in the '80's. History and the pioneers can still tell you stories about it.

YESTERDAYS Moves By in Proud Review

IN THE '80's THE SILVER KING near Superior was the silver bonanza. Millions in wealth were taken from this mine, around which at one time flourished a busy and prosperous little city. But the bonanza played out, and the Silver King became another of the mining legends of the west. Today lessees are taking out stringers of ore, making wages, hoping again for rich ore that was gutted out of the mine decades ago.

THIS IS THE ORE TRAIN, heavy and lumbering, which carried rich silver ore from the Silver King mine to the mill at old Pinal. Even the most imaginative driver of these wagons never dreamed that some day hard-surfaced pavement would carry heavy trucks swiftly by, hardly a shout and a holler, from old Pinal camp. The horses and the wagons and the drivers have been gone these long years, and now only a dump claimed by the desert marks the town of Pinal.

IN 1888 SAN CARLOS was the nerve center in the battle of the United States army to subdue hostile Apaches, open up and make safe a rich territory for the settler who sought to make his living in mines, cattle or farming. Old San Carlos is no more. The vestiges of this army post have been buried by the waters backed against Coolidge dam. Dim army files in the War Department, Washington, D. C., retain the story of the post.