The Creed of the Open Road

SEPTEMBER, 1928 ARIZONA HIGHWAYS Page Twenty-nine

by their swift death. And those found close about us here are, as jewels go, inexpensive. Let us start a new slogan in Arizona, The next time we are moved by an impulse of generosity toward a friend or toward one to whom the ties of affection bind us more closely still, let us "Say It with Jewels," permanent, lovely jewels, the Crown Jewels of Arizona.

Life on a "Dude" Ranch

(Continued from page 21) range blows up, or perhaps someone falls off a horse and has to be carried into the house and rubbed with liniment; but this is all in the day's work to be talked over in the evening around the fire.

It is to be hoped that the simple life on the ranch will be encouraged rather than the introduction of modern luxur-ies. We have found the most distinguish ed guest prefers the homely woodstove to steam heat; the old fashioned lamp to electricity, the crude cowhide furniture to the over-done and over-stuffed furni ture of today.

ies. We have found the most distinguish ed guest prefers the homely woodstove to steam heat; the old fashioned lamp to electricity, the crude cowhide furniture to the over-done and over-stuffed furni ture of today.

The architect from New York locks at the hair tassels hanging from the cinches under the horse's belly for three days before he has the nerve to ask what they are. When we tell him they are purely ornamental he replies that he thought the horse had been clipped, leaving a little bunch of hair hanging. For what? Who knows.

Then we have the old story of the chaparral bird or road-runner, as we know him, building the cholla cactus corral around the rattlesnake, and when Mr. Snake awakens he cannot get away, so the road-runner picks his eyes out and finally kills him. This is probably the best story we have and causes more conversation than any one other subject.

As a rule our guide answers all ques tions put to him to the best of his ability, but sometimes he gets one that stumps him. A keen guest will ask today "how high is that mountain"? Answer, 5,000 feet. Tomorrow he asks "how high is that black mountain?" Answer, 4,500. Then "you told me yesterday it was 5,000 feet.

Then the portly lady from Chicago asks "why do you suppose some of these stones are larger than others?" Guide in utter astonishment replies, "some of them just naturally grew more than others," which answer is perfectly satisfactory to the Chicago lady.

An astonishing thing to the rancher, during the winter months, is to meet the child from the city who has never seen