YOURS SINCERELY

AT THE LUNCH COUNTER: ALBUQUERQUE

Velásquez would have loved her face, and taxed half of his talent to portray that turn of cheek, that lift of throat, the curve of nostril, arch of brow, and the wide darkness of her eyes. Her little coat is shoddy, and that collar never knew the looms of old Madeira. But blood proclaims the race, and she blossoms among us a flower of old Castile. We are the interlopers here, we are the newcomers, the transient ones. She inherits by the right of time this fabled land her fathers knew, by orange tree, by flowering vine, when Arogan was a trumpet call, and Cortes a thunder in the south.

SUMMER SCHOOL

There was the scribbling of lightning On the blackboard of a cloud, And the loud Recitation of thunder Before-as children fling wide A door which has held them insideHail burst from the cloud with a clatter To bound on the hillsides and scatter.

TRAVEL LUSTING

I ride against the wind and ride with it, I go on shadowed ways and those sunlit, I take the peak-rimmed road and valley way And I go traveling while others stay In treasured spots well chosen for their own. But highroads threading earth are leading on Through scenes of beauty's classic retinue Of varying moods and casts of different hue. And new dawns lifting with a special glow Against far skies lure me to a-wandering go. For when a travel lusting fills my heart I look toward the highway and I start.

TOMBSTONE

The Bird Cage Theater is dark tonight. Schieffelin's Hall resounds applause no more. To patrons who display no sign of fright The Crystal Palace swings its pompous door. Empty the Russ House, and its duty done For Colonel Nellie with her kindly heart. The Clantons, Earps, and Holidays are gone. The Can Can Restaurant has played its part.

For drugstore items tourists stop today Where once the Oriental Bar was seen. Where flamed the blacksmith's forge beside the the way The motorist now stops for gasoline. And just outside the town there slumbers still The silent population of Boot Hill.

THE OLD WINDMILL

The old wheel creaks with every shifting breeze, It once whirled lightly, with the splendid ease Of youth, but now the winds torment and tease. Here long ago a farm-house stood close-by, And green alfalfa fields and tall sweet clover Bloomed vividly beneath a sapphire sky While butterflies and bees flew brightly over. The mill is all that's left of someone's dream: A rusty, fading leaf upon Time's stream.

OPPOSITE PAGE

"SUNRISE ON THE COLORADO" BY JOERN AND LOUISE GERDTS. The photograph was taken at Sentinel Rock on the Colorado River, located very close to the Utah-Arizona border. Two Explorer Scouts from Salt Lake City (Farnes Egbert and Sydney Smith) are preparing morning campfire on the annual river expedition from Hite, Utah, to Lee's Ferry, Arizona, in April, 1951. Technical data: taken at 6:30 a.m. with a 4x5 Linhoff camera, 6½ inch Eastman Anastigmat; exposure one second at f.8; no filter; Ektachrome Daylight film.

BACK COVER

"ZUNI DANCERS" BY RAY MANLEY. This photograph was taken last year at the Indian Pow Wow at Flagstaff. Among the most colorfully dressed Indians annually taking part in these ceremonies are the Zuñis of New Mexico, whose traditional garb and beautiful jewelry are outstanding in design and workmanship.

GUESTS AT GRAND CANYON:

In your June issue you give names of notables who have visited Grand Canyon. You omit one party of real notables-Swedish King Gustavus VI and Queen Louise, with their entourage of twelve attendants. As Crown Prince and Princess they came to Bright Angel Point July 13, 1926, stayed three days and then rode down to Phantom, then to El Tovar. I was their host and guide at Bright Angel.

On page 14 you show a picture called "A Norwegian Prince on the Trail." It has a singular likeness to Gustavus, who is built like a first string shot-putter. Take another look at that picture to make sure you have not tried to turn a Swede into a Norwegian.

QUOTES CORRECTED:

I have just read with much interest your very entertaining article on the Grand Canyon in the June issue of ARIZONA HIGHWAYS. You quote Marshal Foch as saying, "What a grand place to throw one's mother-in-law." I am very curious to know where you got this information. The quotation is almost correct. He made the remark to me.

I was chairman of the American Legion Committee which handled the Marshal's tour through this country. Standing on the edge of the canyon he looked down into the abyss, turned around and remarked, "In France we would say this is a fine place to take your mother-in-law."

OF BIRDS:

For some time I have been receiving your outstanding publication and have thoroughly enjoyed having it come to my desk.

I particularly wanted to take a moment and compliment you on the illustrations for your "Arizona and Its Bird Life" in the May issue. I don't recall seeing a finer printing job in any other publication than these pages and you, your artist, engraver and printer must take great pride in this job.

Watch for heavy mail in response to the wonderful bird drawings in the May issue. They arc, without the least doubt, the most colorful and beautiful I've ever seen.

The fly catchers by Rory T. Peterson are so true to form and feathering. I have a pair nesting in the rafters of my old adobe house at present.

Speaking of adobes, I received some 'whopping' ideas about housebuilding from the May issue on pages eight and nine, interior work, that is.

People like birds, judging from the response to our May issue. We feel our bird paintings were extremely well done-artists, engravers, lithographers.

NAVAHO OR NAVAJO:

I'm trying to get some information on the correct spelling of the word "Navaho," and if both the "H" and the "J" are correct, then on the preferred spelling, and why. I notice in your magazine both spellings are used.

I also notice that Dr. Reichert and many others who used to use the "J" now use the "H" exclusively, and also that Webster's, while it gives the "J" as second spelling, uses the "H" on the text. Our paper has adopted the "H" because of this, but we are constantly receiving phone calls and letters asking why. So I come to one who should be able to tell me, since you have handled a great deal of material about this tribe.