Yours Sincerely

A FRIEND IN GERMANY: It was long since planned to thank you for the wonderful copies of ARIZONA HIGHWAYS that you sent me some time ago. Time has passed, but my gratitude towards you has grown even greater. You will understand this as soon as you have read this letter through.

Ranching has always held considerable interest for me and this is why I want to thank you especially for the September 1951 copy of the ARIZONA HIGHWAYS. Looking at the inside cover photograph, one is inclined to view ranch life as a romance. After reading the Community Cattle Drive, however, this opinion changes thoroughly. Of course, driving cattle to the rail head elsewhere is not as difficult as it is up in the Blue River country. But it may even be much more difficult somewhere else. I deeply regret that the ARIZONA HIGHWAYS is not on sale over here in Germany. The contribution mentioned above would have shown many teenagers and adults that ranch life means hard work and not just sitting around the campfire singing songs to the guitar.

My one-year subscription is a gift from a German-born rancher who lives down south in your state between the Wonderland of Rocks and the New Mexican state line. Every time ARIZONA HIGHWAYS reaches us it sort of brings a friendly western atmosphere to our home. We feel that with this magazine the postman delivers a sample of warm Arizona sunshine which we appreciate very much in the part of the world we live in this time of year. After we have read the magazine it is being passed on to friends and then returned to me to be locked up in my desk just like a precious treasure. I hope the ARIZONA HIGHWAYS will never cease to be published because it is doing an inestimable job to Arizona and because it is bringing so much pleasure and enjoyment to people outside Arizona and the United States.

Herman Will Steden 26 Berg Street Bochum 1, North Rhine Westphalia Germany

ARIZONA HIGHWAYS IN SCOTLAND:

Through the kindness of a lady in Pennsylvania I have the extreme good fortune to be in the second year's "sub" to your wonderful ARIZONA HIGHWAYS.

At first I thought each copy was a "special," but now I realize every copy is a "special"not one has fallen below standard; and we have nothing in Great Britain to touch it.

But I wanted to tell you of its reception here. It has almost made me a business woman! After it goes the rounds of the family circle, I personally deliver it to about twenty people! and call for it and deliver it to the next reader (one of whom was in the copper mines of Arizona). Finally it goes to a young crippled man, who was for four years a prisoner in Japanese hands and who came home totally disabled. He can now use his hands and has learned to paint and does so by copying ARIZONA HIGHWAYS. The copies which have a particularly lovely flower group go to a man in Perth who gets great joy from attempting to paint these flowers.

Lastly any copy with Indians I deliver to our local Free Library and the custodian tells me they are a riot with the boys and he has personally to "share" them out!

"Lang may yer Lum' Reek."

Moira M. Hume Edinburgh, Scotland

STEAMBOAT ON THE RIVER:

. I enclose a snap shot of the Katy Lloyd taken in Yuma about 50 years ago which you can give to James Barney, if he wants it. I doubt if she ever got any farther than where pictured, as being top heavy she capsized and sank when they tried to put in a heavy engine. Mrs. Katy Lloyd, the owner's wife, worked in the nearby hotel and I believe supplied much of the money with which the boat was built.

Frank K. Haines Putnam, Connecticut In the February issue is an article, Steamboat on the River. Mrs. M. M. Robinson of Beaumont, California, has the Cocopah Bible. Her father was Captain Robinson of the Cocopah in the early days. Miss Robinson is past eighty.

Mrs. Paul L. Churchill Redlands, California

IMAGINATION AND PICTURES:

The March '52 issue just arrived. As usual, the book is well done, the reproductions splendid. But that isn't what prompted this letter.

Specifically, I was greatly impressed by the imaginative black and whites in the article, Arizona's Garden of Memories.

The whole story was very well done, and the use of the little girl as the central figure throughout is very, very good.

But the double-printing really stands out. It is seldom, indeed, that a photographer shows the creative ability Mr. Reed does in these black and whites-or, if a photographer has it, that an editor will let him give it free rein! And it is technically well done, too.

All in all, my hat's off to Señor Reed.

OPPOSITE PAGE

"CHERRY CREEK" by Lyle A. Morse. This photograph was taken with a Speed Graphic, 4x5, Kodachrome, 1/5th second at F.16. The scene is about a quarter of a mile from the ranger station at Young, Arizona. The stream itself is one of the trout streams to be found in the area. In his study, the photographer tried to catch the feeling of sunshine, the sparkle in the water, and the richness of the summer along the stream.

OLD TRAILS

There is solace for bereavement Out among the rocks and rills, Where I hope to find you someday Riding old trails through the hills.

DORA SESSIONS LEE

ARIZONA IMPRESSION (Tucson)

Something of far-away and long-ago lives here, That neighbors graciously with modern trends; And many unexpected courtesies appear, As strangers hitherto, seem like good friends; The city keeps high holidayish air As old traditions tell, year-after-year; Refreshing spontaneity and hope move everywhere, Though hurry never tries to interfere; The nearby Catalinas, coolish-green, Rising in midst of desert atmosphere, Beckon calm welcome to a mountain scene Where one may see the wild quail and the deer; Something of long-ago and far-away, Something immediate as a Spanish song one hears; Blend well together in this present day, While with traditional good, the new pioneers.

WELCOME

June came in convoyed by roses. Robins herald this newcomer. Oaks salute, the ash bows low, and Dainty elms salaam to summer.

INDIAN POTTERY

What lean brown artist made this bowl And caught the arc of sky, The red-brown earth, the jagged line Of lightning flashing by? Perhaps he shaped this clay beside A fire of piñon wood, And heard the coyotes bay the moonAnd knew his work was good.

NIGHT COMES

The haunting strains of twilight Waft eerily across the dull blue face Of evening, And echo quietly along her Craggy shoulders; Then, quickly, night Tosses his black cape Over the malingering evening; And strongly walks across the earth.

HARRIET C. BUTLER

BACK COVER

"RIBBON FALLS" by Jack White. The photographer, who is a resident of Salt Lake City, found many places of scenic interest in an exploratory trip of Grand Canyon. Here is one such place where the intimate beauty of the scene stands alone and is not overwhelmed by the Canyon itself.