YOURS SINCERELY

POT ROAST IN GUAM: . . . Just a note from Guam, as we are on our third year's subscription of the magazine and how we love it and look forward to the next month's issue. In the May issue of the ARIZONA HIGHWAYS, "COW Country Cookaroo," by Allen Reed. I have tried Pigeons recipe for the Austrian Pot Roast and not exaggerating, but we have enjoyed the best roast of all times, especially out here where spices and season ings are scarce. The occasion of the "Chow" was in behalf of our third year Wedding Anniversary. Being a native of Arizona, a Navajo Indian, I greatly appreciate the monthly issues. Sometimes I get so terribly homesick and wish to be back in Flag staff, and vicinity. Of course, we pass the magazines on to friends and acquaintances in the Navy-Guam may be the "Jewel of the Pacific," but give me Arizona with its Every thing.

Inez H. Smith Guam, Marianas Island

It is nearly eleven p.m. I have just finished reading the "Cow Country Cookaroo" in the May number of your wonderful magazine. I have been shut in most of the time for several years. Tonight you gave me a fine out-of-door treat. I really did go vagabonding. That Allen C. Reed can swing an enchanting pen and spice his pages with pictures that do things to his readers.

I have cooked over a camp fire enough to appreci ate the lure of it and the sheer joy in primitive make shifts in the wide open spaces. The next best thing to seeing this "Pigeon Cook" is to read about him.

Bernice Smith Hollywood, California It is difficult to catch the true flavor of the outdoor West in word and picture, but we think we did in "Cow Country Cookaroo.

LIBRARY IN PARIS: . . . You may be interested to know that, out of curi osity, I checked our shelves yesterday and found that not one copy of all the back numbers of ARIZONA HIGHWAYS was in the library. Every one was out in circulation, which is a good measure of the reader interest. The cooperation you are giving us in our work of informing the French public about America is most encouraging.

Ann Forbes Fraser The American Library in Paris, Inc. Paris, France

GOOD GUIDE: GOOD TRAVEL: I have just finished a six weeks tour of northern Arizona, using my copies of ARIZONA HIGHWAYS as a guide. You have no idea what a fine guide your maga zine is, nor what a splendid trip we have had.

E. E. Ames Madison, Wisconsin

OF GREAT SOULS: . . . Just one more reason for you to say "damn," and though I sympathize as you are somehow placed innocently and unwillingly "behind the eight ball." But I think that one or two of the letters you recently published (Boulder vs. Hoover Dam) do require some comment, or I wouldn't write nor do more than to say "damn" too. In our world we have "picturesque" names of great men in "mountains, rivers, dams," etc. "Long after we are gone" we'll still honor the truly great, and be reminded better as time passes, and their names are called to mind by the presence of their works. Shall we change the name of Lincoln over our nation to something "picturesque"? And change dams Roosevelt and Coolidge to favor rocks and rills? Many, many "human beings" have been "big enough" for us to honor as our times tell us that honor is justified by our way to honor. Within our souls we surely find that names of great men are properly reverenced by us because the truly great have lived and and worked for us within their souls. And, who would not honor God within the soul of man who knew that God was there? How better can we designate the Source than in the name of him who saw and did? Through all his trials of political hatreds, Hoover never saw fit to defend his stand before his soul. Are we to debase the names of great men by seeing their mortal worth as only mortal, and thus ignore the soul that makes men great? Thank God that He sees fit to place now and again among our mostly mortal egos, those who respect their souls and ours, who help us see a better trend.... J. Robert Krepps. Sedona, Arizona

SPRINGERVILLE ARTICLE: . . . I know that a great many people join me in thanking you and your associates for that excellent article on Round Valley, which comprises both Springerville and Eagar, which appeared in your June issue. It was very well written and showed knowledge of the subject. No doubt your correspondent searched out every corner to learn the accurate history of the country. Julius W. Becker Springerville, Arizona

AUTOMOBILE LILLIAN: For several years I have been searching for a copy of an old dime novel titled: "Automobile Lillian" or The Daring Girl Bandit of Arizona. This book was published about 30 to 40 years ago and enjoyed a wide circulation during that period. I have all but exhausted all possible sources unless through the readers of ARIZONA HIGHWAYS another lead can come through. Perhaps if this is published in Yours Sincerely results will come faster. Chet L. Swital American Public Relations Association Beverly Hills, California

BACK COVER "NAVAJO GIRL AND HER SHEEP" BY JOSEF MUENCH. Navajo parents are exceptionally kind and affectionate to their children, but the children are by no means allowed to be laggards when there is work to be done. Small boys and girls, as soon as they are able, are sent out to tend the sheep belong ing to the family. They will be with the sheep all day and bring them back safely at night. Their work is hard, but they always seem to be having a lot of fun doing it. These chores the children perform in all sorts of weather. The rigor and harshness of such a life, though, makes them very self-reliant.

OLD NAVAJO

Dusk and the gray wolves howl. Alone he stands And looks, an arrow's flight, across Those shrunken lands Where long ago proud chieftains rode, Proud battles raged. Old thongs cut deep: grief is the meat Of eagles caged.

LESLIE SAVAGE CLARK

WAY OF THE ANCIENTS

"This is the way of the ancients," Murmur the dancers again; "If we want our prayers to be answered, We must dance as the dance began."

Back before Time's beginning, Before Yesterday was born, Out of the needs of the People The chant and the pattern were formed.

The white man's dance is for pleasure. The Indian's dance is a prayer. An appeal to the gods of his fathers, Whose spirits are everywhere.

The gods of the earth are mighty, They bring the water and corn. They strengthen the arm of the hunter, Breathe life to a man's first born.

So hark to the beat of the tomtoms, Under the brazen sky, While the feet of the dancers are pounding. And the sound of the chant soars high.

PEGGY JAMES

HAVASUPAI CANYON

(Indian Land of the Blue-Green Waters) "I will lay your foundations with fair colors and your walls of pleasant stone."

An earthen bowl of jagged rim-an olla overturnedis home for dark-bronzed people. No concrete thrust of highway finds this valley.

A crack in the bowl-the narrow trailwinds downward to be lost in canyon depths.

Towering heights are streaked with colors: All dye from the cactus flowers-yellow, purple, crimson-stains the sides of the bowl.

Within is deep carved artistry of the centuries; patient chiseling of water and wind..

Barbs of pinnacled walls oriel the blue. Cascading falls, like shimmering ribbons, are caught by misty streamers in a turquoise bowl.

The rim of the bowl shows no vestige of green but far, far below growing fields edge all space reaching for the crystal stream silvery with musicmusic echoed in low voices of the people of Havasupai, Indian Land of the Green-Blue Waters.

CATHERINE DUPEN "NAVAJO CAMP" BY JACK ZEHRT. When Navajos put on their Sunday-go-to meeting clothes the occasion is generally for a "sing." a healing ceremony staged for one who is ailing, a costly ceremony with the host or his family providing food for friends, neighbors and clansmen, who might number as many as several thousand. Men and women wear their finest jewelry, their most hand some clothes. Young ladies are especially careful to look their best because during the social hours of the "sing" one never can tell what attractive young man might be around. Women, white or red, thy name is truly that of vanity.