"Billy the Kid" Rides Again.

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Featured in the August 1941 Issue of Arizona Highways

BY: R. C.

Rides Again

Supporting cast, figure in the dramatics personae (what ever that is) but it sounds important.

The most impressive thing about the picture, "Billy the Kid," is the scenery. A masterpiece in technicolor the epic features such widely different parts of the Arizona landscape as the desert near Tucson, Oak Creek Canyon, and Monument Valley. Millions of people in the United States who will never see Arizona, will get an eyeful and a soulful of the most colorful scenery ever to parade before a camera by attending the movie. We heartily recommend without reservation M-G-M's "Billy the Kid" for a grand movie tale carefully portrayed in a country worthy to be display in the choosy medium of technicolor... R. C.

Monument Valley in technicolor beautifully presented with all the vividness of the original . . . that is one of the features which makes the motion picture "Billy the Kid" memorable. Leading players amid the colorful scenery are Robert Taylor, Mary Howard and Brian Donlevy.

Some Short Detours

For your Labor Day celebration may we suggest Dig 'n' Dogie Days at Kingman, the metropolis of Mohave county. The folks there always put on an interesting show and you'll get a chance to scoot up to Boulder Dam and see the lake overflow. Behind the dam is 31,000,000 acre feet of water, brimming full, and the flood of the Colorado goes over the top. You'll also get a chance to visit Boulder City and Las Vegas, interesting tourist centers . . .

The Hopi dances are the southwest's premier travel event in August and you'll never forget your trip to the Hopi villages. Please don't misunderstand. In the usual sense, these dances are not tourist attractions. They're Hopi supplications to Almighty God and if you go don't take a camera. The Hopi people do not mind you going to their villages, because they are friendly and hospitable. But if you go, there are no accommodations for you, so have provisions and camping equipment with you. Inquire at the Chambers of Commerce at Flagstaff, Winslow or Holbrook about the dances. Incidentally, the dates are around the twentieth of August. The Hopi elders decide the beginning of the dances by the position of the sun . . .

the Havasupai people stage a Peach festival in their remote canyon in September, which you will enjoy. You'll not only see some grand country but you'll have a chance to see an unusual celebration . . . and don't forget the Navajo Tribal Fair at Window Rock . . . as John McPhee says elsewhere in this issue: "It is September in Navajoland and there is time to play."

travel records in Arizona this summer are reaching an all-time high, with new marks being turned in at the courtesy stations and at such places as Grand Canyon and Boulder Dam. The Frontier Days show at Prescott and the Pow-Wow at Flagstaff reported capacity crowds. Business is good, as the saying goes, and will be better in August and September . . .

our favorite artist, Ross Santee, has left Arizona for the time being and is getting his mail in Delaware. We are pleased to report that Ross will continue to draw for us and we promise each month to have him with us. Knowing Ross as we do, he'll come drifting West again in the not too distant future. To paraphrase a phrase: You can take a person out of Arizona but you can't take Arizona out of the person. What Arizona means to Ross Santee anyone can see by looking at his drawings . . .

the Coronado Trail between Clifton and Springerville is beautiful this time of the year. The road cuts through theWhite Mountains and the Blues and is lined by forests of pine and spruce and aspen. There are showers in the late afternoon and the flowers and thick grass along the road are fresh and clean and the whole trip is mile after mile of travel adventure. . . .

and in August and September the trout streams in the White Mountains beckon as only trout streams can beckon. Here you find one of the most beautiful forest regions in the state. Here you find cool mountain weather and nippy nights and room under the stars for everyone . . . and plenty of trout . . .

When the Arizona Highway department in early May month of this year moved their snow plows in to open up the road from U. S. 89 at Jacob Lake to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon the snow was nine feet deep. If you doubt that statement, we refer you to Harold Bowman of Jacob Lake Lodge, who has photographic evidence to testify the point. And when Ted Cox of Kaibab Lodge at V.-T. Park on the Kaibab went to open up the lodge in May he had to dig from the roof to the windows, through snow, to get into the buildings. Such was the severity of winter on the Kaibab, between the North Rim and the highway intersection at Jacob Lake . . .

In case you are interested, ARIZONA HIGHWAYS this month is dressed up with new type from beginning to end. The body type is eight point Waverly and the captions are eight point Waverly italic, the handiwork of Intertype Corporation. The headletters are Kaufmann Script and Onyx, from the skilled moulds of American Typefounders, and the credit lines for authors are in Balloon, a pretty face. We are trying to keep apace with the times, typographically as well as otherwise. We hope you enjoy our adventures in type . . .

selective service official at Flagstaff beat the bushes of the Navajo country for weeks to round up a certain number of Indians who were called in the draft. They were to be gathered together at Flagstaff and then were to be taken in trucks to Phoenix for physical examinations. One of the officials carefully examined each of the congregated Navajos. "Now you understand," he said, "that you are to be here tomorrow morning to take the trucks to Phoenix for your examinations." Each of the Navajos solemnly nodded that he understood and that he would be ready to go to Phoenix. All made that promise except one. This glum looking individual when queried by the official, said in rather a defiant voice: "Maybe I will and maybe I don't."

He didn't! . . . R. C.