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marked with hand-made diggings varying from scratches on the surface to deep tunnels. One eager, enterprising searcher even used a bulldozer to tear huge gashes in the land where he believed the treasure was buried. It was not there.

Half a mile farther on the left, a prominent archway marked Santa Gertrudis Lane leads to several fine ranches. Some of the Santa Gertrudis cattle are raised for breeding purposes. At this point the San Cayetano Mountains rise up on the left, quite close to the highway, and block out the Santa Ritas which had already started to taper off.

With steep foothills coming down to the edge of the highway you get only occasional glimpses of the Tumacacoris as you pass by open canyons. Rancho Santa Cruz, on the left, has guest facilities. Land on the left is rich and cultivated while the slopes on the right are typical range land with much ocotillo and scrub plants. But the farther south you journey, the greener and taller the grass as you gain altitude.

Within a short distance you will be on another completed section of Interstate 19. Those who want to get better acquainted with the mountains can go off at the Peck Canyon exit up to the Rocking H. Ranch. Their "Guided Adventure Rides" will take you anywhere in Southern Arizona just for the ride or even on a mountain lion hunt.

At the Calabasas overpass, the vast expanse of the original Baca Float Spanish Land Grant ranch can be seen stretching out to the south and east, from bottom land along the Santa Cruz River to canyons and ridges along Sonoita Creek and the mountains beyond. On this 50,000 acre spread, Rio Rico, a community complex, is in planning stages.

To reach the well-established recreation area at Pena Blanca Lake on the Ruby-Oro Blanco Road you leave the freeway at the Pena Blanca overpass and journey westward on an improved graded road for sixteen miles. The lake in the semidesert foothills of the Atascosa and Pajarito Mountains is in the Coronado National Forest.

Much work is being done by the Arizona Highway Department to provide a suitable entry and exit to Nogales for the anticipated increase in commercial and tourist trade to and from Mexico.

Just a few miles before you enter the Nogales area are the Pete Kitchen Museum and the Casa Molina Mexican restaurant which provide a nice stop before entering bustling Nogales. The museum is a fitting monument to Pete Kitchen who held his ground against repeated Apache Indian raids for twenty-five years and lived to develop a fine ranch and win the honor of being called one of Arizona's most famous pioneers. Colonel Gilbert Proctor, who now owns the ranch, is an avid student of early-day history. In homage to Father Kino he has set up the Kino Chapel.

On the outskirts of Nogales, the Meadow Hill Country Club is off to the right in a naturally well-watered valley. Nogales is the American sister of the twin cities of Ambos Nogales. It is separated from its Mexican sister merely by the International Boundary. Its wide gates are open to an easy flow of traffic back and forth through a liberal reciprocal immigration arrangement by both countries.

While only 10,000 people live in Nogales, Arizona, there are an estimated 40,000 just on the other side of the fence, and over two million more in the highly developed areas on the west coast of Mexico. This adds up to a vast potential market for American goods and products with emphasis on heavy farming and industrial machinery and equipment. Ten thousand large-scale farmers in the great irrigated valleys below the huge Yaqui and Mayo River dams in Sonora and Sinaloa, Mexico, look to the United States as the principal market for their winter vegetables.

In its last fiscal year over 650 million pounds of fruits and vegetables from Mexico passed through the gates to forty-three processing and packing plants in Nogales, Arizona. It came in 19,143 trucks (including piggy-back trailers) and 2,593 being

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overcome by educated man. The five crowded miles between the city limits leave the visitor with mixed feelings. From the main thoroughfare (the Avenida Obregon), in Nogales, Sonora, narrow streets cork-screw into the hills and hundreds of small homes cling precariously to the steep slopes above. One exception is the street turning right just past the bus "terminal" an unpaved area beside the road at the south end, where the little blue busses rest between runs. This street leads to a residential area where residents are not afraid of advanced ideas in architecture. Architecture of another sort confronts the traveler on the other side of the tracks, the east side. Just opposite the pool in the Plaza 13 de Julio (half a mile directly south of the gate) a paved street winds uphill to the Campo Santo. As crowded as the town, the cemetery presents an ever-Easter appearance. Headstones, slabs, and vaults which sometimes resemble child-size houses are often painted pink or blue or a delicate green.

In Santa Cruz County, an estimated eighty-five percent of the people speak the two languages well. Some speak only English, and some few, only Spanish. (They were here first, remember?) And so was the Catholic Church. By 1897 the Trinity Congregational had been established. Now nearly every denomination is represented on the American side. As to who is Mexican and who is not, it's hard to say. Most people don't particularly care. As to the "typical" Mexican face, there is none only an infinite and fascinating variety. To date, the schools in Nogales, Arizona, have managed to avoid the inequities of double sessions. Inability to afford some of the frills found in wealthier districts is perhaps balanced out by having a staff of competent and dedicated teachers. Admittedly, this is the land of manana. By many, it is considered kinder to say you're coming tomorrow when you know very well you can't make it until next week. By the day after tomorrow, your friend will certainly realize that you Interiors of churches are also brightly decorated. Note the old Purisima Concepción across from the PRONAS building, and Nuestra Senora de Lourdes near the hospital in the Colonia Granja. Shops on Obregon and Elias are bursting with colored hand-blown glass, brightly striped woven serapes and those gigantic paper "fun" flowers. Decorated pottery and painted trays nudge onyx bookends and hand-carved Santos. They make ceramic tile and hand-carved furniture on Ruiz Cortinez (east of the tracks). Leather is hand-tooled in the back of a dozen shops. Two very good hotels and several fine restaurants help make an overnight stay pleasant. Friendly smiles and a gift for gesticulation usually overcome the language barrier. Oddly, the clerk who speaks very little English, is more likely to be found on the American side. Where permanent residents are concerned, the bilingual citizen has the advantage on either side of the line.

would have come yesterday if you could, and that you will appear as soon as you possibly can. Try not to let this make you combative, gringo. Your southern friend isn't going to fight back. He's just going to feel sorry for you for losing your temper. The size of Nogales, Arizona (population 10,000) makes for a certain community solidarity. There is a noticeable spirit of cooperation between various civic organizations. In the city across the line, the population is nearly 40,000. There is much poverty, much sub-standard housing, much to be done. But the people have great pride. Great effort is being expended to improve the situation. They are making strides, but one suspects it isn't easy. You can be sure of one thing. On either side, whether a man climbs a narrow street or follows a winding drive to his casa, the typical Nogalian's home is really where his heart is.

Human nature being what it is, smuggling has been a problem on the border of every country in the world since history began. But customs duties have constituted an important source of our own government's income since George Washington took his oath of office. Hence the fence. As a deterrent to illegal importation of merchandise and illegal entry of persons, the United States constructed a fence along the border between this country and Mexico many years ago. To enter or leave the country, all travelers must pass through a gate. The Gate, in Nogales, has become an attractive and imposing structure, a far cry from the shack beside the track of fifty years ago. In Santa Cruz County, there is also a gate (just a plain old gate) at Lochiel in the San Rafael Valley. Between gates, across Arizona's 350 miles, a six-strand barbed wire fence marks the boundary. Ports of entry are located at points of easiest physical access. Rugged mountains, steep canyons, and particularly, lack of water, make crossing hazardous between access points. But there are always those who try. Customs and immigration inspection officers are obviously needed at the gates. And someone must patrol the area between. Therefore, the Border Patrol. These men in the forest green uniforms and distinctive flat-brimmed hats Los Verdes, the Mexicans call them are seldom seen around town. Their time is spent in the rough country. Horses have been supplanted by jeeps, pickups and planes. But the patrolman's principal duty is still to check for signs of illegal crossing and pick up anyone found so doing. Official boundary markers are five-foot white concrete shafts placed so that from any one, the next can be seen, in either direction. (Try it.) The Calabasas Ridge (jeep) road which leads south from the Ruby road about six miles from Arizona 89, ends at a saddle from which can be seen the famous "Angle Monument." This oversize shaft marks the spot where the line turns sharply and heads northwest toward Yuma. While in no way spectacular, sight of the gleaming obelisk stoutly planted in a wilderness of oak-forested hills, is strangely moving. A short climb to the southwest reveals monument No. 128. From here the view down the Santa Cruz Valley is magnificent. Monument No. 130, reached by the Summit Motorway, four and a half miles west of Pena Blanca, gives a sweeping view of northwestern Mexico. The fence stretches from monument to monument. The eye sweeps the country. That is Mexico. This is the United States. But the trees, the chaparral, the flowering herbs and the grasses know no boundary. The oak growing on this side of the fence looks just like its Mexican neighbor. Alma Ready

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railroad cars. Around 500 people were needed to handle the flow of early-season produce from December through midApril. They packed the produce into 2,600 refrigerated rail cars and 20,577 refrigerated trucks for delivery to consumers across the United States and Canada. In this same period the United States Customs collected $12,000,000 in duties, a 14-percent gain over the previous year. Tomatoes represent well over half the volume but there is a constant increase in other vegetables such as peppers, squash, beans, onions, cucumbers and eggplant. The trade has doubled in ten years and it is predicted that it will double again in another ten years so vital to the food requirements of our growing population is this off-season produce.

Santa Cruz County stretches over 1,346 square miles. One-half is classed as forest terrain, the other half as rolling hills, grazing land and river-bottom land. The county claims the best year-round climate in Arizona. The basis for this claim is the fact that elevations range from 3,000 to 9,000 feet above sea level, a 16-inch annual rainfall and the Santa Cruz River which flows all the way across the county from south to north. The Santa Cruz heads up in the San Rafael Valley in the extreme southeastern part of the county. It flows south into Mexico with a 40-mile U-turn and makes a welcomed entry back into Arizona through the Buena Vista Ranch five miles east of Nogales. This ranch is part of the once extensive Maria Santísima Del Carmen land grant. Buena Vista Ranch has been projected as a planned health-conscious community based on organic farming which is free from insecticides and chemical fertilizers and uses only organic materials to aid crop growth.

Sometimes the Santa Cruz River is a raging torrent and at others it is just a trickle on the surface but always there is a steady underground flow that has nourished crops on the bottom land ever since the Sobaipuri Indians lived in fortified villages along its banks and irrigated their farms with its water.

Much more of this county lies east of Nogales with land principally adapted to ranching. In this area a number of epic motion pictures have been shot on locations particularly suited to script-requirements, so varied is the scenery here. Several motion picture personalities bought Santa Cruz ranches after working on pictures there.

Arizona 82, which takes one through this area, climbs out of the valley from Nogales to nearby hills where elegant homes dot the landscape. Then it descends to the Santa Cruz Valley, past Stewart Granger's Yerba Buena Ranch, across the bridge over the Santa Cruz. A little red school house stands at this junction in the road where a dirt road takes off for the Patagonia Mountains and the once prosperous mining towns of Washington Camp and Duquesne. There is a winding climb up into the mountains and the views at every turn are rewarding. The abandoned mines are favorite hunting grounds for rock-hounds. The sparsely settled mountains here are popular during the hunting season.

From Duquesne, easy down-grades take you into the beautiful San Rafael Valley. This amazing vast stretch of rich grazing land reaches far to the east and north, providing abundant feed for the several cattle ranches there. Most extensive and famous is the remnant of the Green Cattle Company's spread, which once extended far south into Sonora, Mexico.

Along the border at Lochiel there is a fitting monument plaque honoring Fray Marcus de Niza, the early Spanish explorer who crossed here and helped pave the way for the expansion of Spain's holdings in the New World.

For those who want to see the country and are not pressed for time, continue north the entire extent of the old San Rafael de la Zanja grant and return to Arizona 82 by way of another ghost town, Harshaw, to the west, or north through Canelo and Elgin.

After you have had a down-to-earth look at this rich inviting country, it is easy to understand why Spanish noblemen and adventurers were willing to give up comfort and security of their homeland to journey across the sea and over thousands of miles of unknown land to face an isolated life of uncertainties on land grants.

From the little red school house on the outskirts of Nogales, Arizona 82 follows a northeasterly route to Patagonia through a relatively narrow strip between two sections of the Coronado National Forest. The Nogales International Airport is on the right and Circle Z Guest Ranch is on the left, just before you enter Sonoita Creek Canyon. The outcropping rock formations here vary from yellow to orange to bright red red, like paint on an artist's palette. Along the creek, the Audubon Society has a refuge staked out where bird-watchers spend happy hours studying the great variety of birds that live there or stop by during migrations.

Patagonia used to have a railroad that came down from the mainline to handle ore mined by many companies in the surrounding hills. Today the track has been taken up but happily the station still stands and has been preserved as a landmark. A one-of-a-kind Horse Museum is a major tourist attraction in Patagonia. The easy-going, peaceful atmosphere of this region has lured some newcomers to settle here away from city pressures.

From Patagonia the highway parallels the creek, gaining altitude as it heads for the rolling hills ahead. Highly devel-oped farms extend along the valley. Due to the long growing season here you can always see some green fields as after one crop has been harvested, another new one is coming up in an adjacent field. At the Rail X Ranch, which has hot springwater to irrigate some fields, corn stalks ten feet high have been raised and chopped for ensilage.

To the left, only a sign marks the spot where Fort Crittenden stood during the Apache wars, holding its place in the ring of forts set up to contain the Apache nation.

Out of the valley and up on the open range land is another surprise. Here the rolling hills almost completely covered with grass stretch out to a far horizon in all directions, usually back-dropped with mountains. It is easy to imagine you are in the great plains country or in the rich foothills of eastern Montana, Wyoming or Colorado. Sonoita is right in the middle of this vast country. Naturally, cattle and horse raising are the principal industries, on the Crown C Ranch, Los Amigos, the H. B. Thurber Ranch, Rosetree, Elgin Hereford, the once vast Empire Ranch and Sonoita Stallion Manor. The Santa Cruz County Fair is held here and there are special horse shows where breeders work and show off their prize stock.

Sonoita has always been a crossroad and trading center, so from here, Arizona 82 goes east and Arizona 83 goes north but whichever route you take, you pass out of this beautiful, inviting rich land and drop down into the desert just about as you leave Santa Cruz County.

Santa Cruz County is small as western counties go but it is rich in heritage and resources and still has lots of room for newcomers. The moderate, sunny year-round climate, wellwatered land for ranching and farming, coupled with its natural beauty, recreational facilities, international flavor and business opportunities add weight to the boosters' claim that it is the best place to live in Arizona.

To those who live in Santa Cruz County, like Pete Kitchen would have said, it is a land worth fighting for.

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The tiny jewel of a lake called Pena Blanca (pen-ya blahn-ka), nestles amid the hills of Santa Cruz County as though it had been there always. A crane stands motionless at the edge of a cove where a mallard is nesting among the tules. A lone fisherman in a canoe is mirrored in the quiet water near the opposite shore. A pair of early-morning hikers set off along the foot-path north of the lodge. Down at the dock, a family is stowing fishing gear into a row-boat in anticipation of a lazy day near the dam. The massive upthrust of Pena Blanca, the "White Rock" for which the canyon was named, stands guard at the head of the lake, gilded by the early sun.

A faint odor of wood smoke drifts from one of three Forest Service camps in the vicinity. There are several picnic areas. The lodge, six-unit motel, trailer park, and boat dock (no motor boats) are under private lease. Rates are reasonable. Meals, beverages, ice and groceries are available at the lodge. Tables are set by windows overlooking the lake. On chilly days a fire crackles in the hooded circular fireplace at one end of the room.

There is good year-round fishing. Black bass, channel cat and crappie are usually biting. Three or four rainbow trout plants are made during the winter months. Some prize bass have been taken.

But this is not solely a fishing resort. Bird-watchers have been known to eat lunch by the window, fork in one hand, binoculars in the other.

Rockhounds bring their "bragging rocks" to the coffee bar. Hikers find the view from the Atascosa Lookout, just a few miles west, well worth the three-mile climb.

For the restless, there are numberless wooded canyons to explore. Those who like to stick to the road (graded, dirt) will enjoy a trip over the mountain to the drowsy settlement of Arivaca with time out for a glimpse of Ruby where several million dollars worth of lead, zinc and silver were taken from the Eagle Picher mine prior to 1941.

Some find the combination of crystal-clear air, and brilliant sunshine at an altitude of 4200 feet stimulating. Others find this a wonderful place in which to be lazy. Possibly one of the area's greatest attractions is simply that it has been so lightly touched by civilization. The hills are heavily clothed in forests of evergreen oak, canyons, heavily shaded by sycamore and ash. There are numerous living springs. So close to the fringes of the desert, so easily accessible (five miles north, twelve west of Nogales, road paved), so refreshing, so green, this lovely chunk of the Coronado Nat'l. Forest is irresistible.

If you like to hike or ride out the jeep trails or just mess around where everything smells woodsy, you'll go slightly wacky in Santa Cruz County, for the place is full of canyons.

There are canyons with roads winding through them on the way to somewhere else. Some lure you farther away from civilization than it's safe to go alone. Never are two canyons alike.

You can make of Sycamore Canyon what you will. An idyllic spot for a Sunday picnic, or a place for an overnight hike to the Mexican border. Botanists and entomologists find much of interest here. So do zoologists and rock hounds.

It's easy to reach, just five miles west of Pena Blanca Lake on the Ruby Road. Yank's Spring is the jumping off place literally. You'll have to do this one on foot.

The California Gulch-Warsaw Canyon loop is an adventure into the past. Battered remnants of half a dozen once-active mines and settlements are revealed. But this is strictly for jeeps. Allow most of a day.

Leading off U.S. 89 toward the west fifteen miles north of Nogales is the Peck's Canyon road. Horses and a guide are available at one of the ranches for those who want to explore the rugged Hell's Gate area in the Atascosa Range.

"A wonderful country of Canyons, Lakes, Creeks and Places on the way to somewhere else"

Heading east from Nogales on Arizona 82, turn right at the Little Red Schoolhouse on the Santa Cruz River. Six miles on a graded road brings you to another Sycamore Canyon. The road climbs on over the mountain, but the western slope is ideal for lazy Sunday afternoons. Plenty of sandy washes where you can build a fire safely, and room to play ball.

Like all of the big canyons, this one has little ones, each begging to be explored.

Approximately fifteen miles east of Nogales, the Salero road takes off from Arizona 82. A left-hand reverse turn leads across the river and through the woods then suddenly into desert foothills and eventually to the Salero Mine, now private propEighty. Climbing through an area dotted with old mines and a bare hill which was once the site of a thriving town, it finally winds into the very heart of the mountains via Josephine Canyon. (Jeeps only.) Temporal Canyon, boulder-strewn and dramatic, lies north of the Ranger Station in Patagonia and leads to mines which were the source of wealth for several old families. (Jeeps.) Wherever you go, be careful. Inquire locally about roads. Stay out of mines. Beware blasting caps (they look like .22 shells) and old dynamite sticks.

Remember that property always belongs to somebody.

If it rains, stay home. The amount of water that roars down a "dry" canyon after a rain is almost unbelievable.

But when it's nice, there's nothing nicer than canyon-crawling in Santa Cruz County.

Sonoita Creek is another of Santa Cruz County's delightful surprises, a stream that never goes dry. Its banks have been a favorite picnic ground for generations and now, thanks to an enthusiastic group of local residents, incorporated as the Pata-gonia Lake Association, its waters are to be dammed to form the largest lake in Southern Arizona. Site of the new lake is in a dramatically beautiful area hitherto not accessible to the public.

Lying in the southwestern foothills of the Santa Ritas, it is reached by a road which crosses high rolling grassland to suddenly reveal an expanse of rugged hills against a backdrop of high-peaked mountains.

In the narrow valley below, a 104-foot dam will impound a 260-acre lake reaching three miles upstream. Because of the terrain, when filled, the lake will have a ten-mile shore line.

It is proposed to separate a water sports area from fishing waters and to provide a bathing beach. A marina and a restaurant are among the features in the planning stage.

Only a little over a hundred years ago, the Sonoita Valley was one of the principal Apache war trails, being part of a corridor from the eastern mountains to the Santa Cruz Valley.

Fort Buchanan in 1856 was strategically situated at the head of the stream. After the Civil War, Fort Crittendon was built on the plateau above the original site.

From Tubac, first permanent settlement in Arizona, a trail led through the wilderness to the Santa Rita mines in the Gros-venor Hills, crossed the hills to Sonoita Creek, then followed the stream east to the fort. Many a tale could be told of ambush and murder and hair-breadth escapes by early travelers in the beautiful valley.

After the Indians had been subdued, tales of wealth to be found in the nearby mountains lured hundreds of settlers.

In 1882, a railroad was built from Fairbank to Nogales, following the entire length of Sonoita Creek. Much of the abandoned road-bed will be under water when the new lake fills up. Also flooded will be the high bluffs and tall cottonwood trees seen in the movie, "El Dorado," starring John Wayne.

The lake project, financed by a $1,200,000 Farmers' Home Administration Loan, will not only provide a recreation area but will help prevent flood damage downstream.

Upstream, the Nature Conservancy Sanctuary just west of Patagonia will not be affected. This lovely mile-and-a-half strip of trees bordering the creek is a bird-lover's paradise, a natural haven for an almost unbelievable number of species. Perhaps proximity to a lake will make it attractive to even more.

FEBRUARY

A palm tree, lifting through The evening's sharpened blue With its green fans spreading, Is wonderful to you. Yet you go every day In an ordinary way Through the vast winter snow. I have never seen the snow, And a palm tree to me Is only a tree. -Sylvia Lewis Kinney

LOST BELLS

Where are your bells, those bells of Tumacacori the four great bells that rang from the tower? Where are they now, the bells of Tumacacori. do desert sands now bury their power? Where are the hands that built you, Tumacacori brown hands of faith so tireless and willing? Where are the songs that filled you, Tumacacori brave voices lost in desert's vast ceiling? Gone are your bells, the bells of Tumacacori Gone are the hands that raised your great walls Gone are the songs that flowed from the choir loft You are a shell beside this sea of silent sand, a wind carved shell still echoing lost bells.. - Lorraine Babbitt

PATAGONIA ROAD

Over hills, over hollows The black ribbon follows The whim of each grass-softened loma; Now cautiously curving, Now swaggerly swerving, Beguiled by the sight and aroma Of wild flowers pluming Each hillside with blooming As gay as a tanager's wing. No swift four-lane highways Can match such sweet byways Where western hills dress up for spring! - S. Omar Barker

HOBO

He came with morning snowflakes on his hair, Asking for work to do to fill his need. And now the wood stands corded, the walk bare, And he, as shallow-rooted as a tumbleweed, Goes striding toward the moonrise in the snow. She stands with lifted hand to watch him go Across the valley, over the sleeping stream, Then shuts her door against the laughing day And turns to pause, as in a misted dream Praying the moon goes with him all the way. - Pegasus Buchanan

OF PAINTERS

Man paints only dabs on canvas God paints his rainbow in the sky. Lilyan Goldman

FRIEND IN ENGLAND:

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THE ART OF PHILIP C. CURTIS:

As a subscriber to your magazine, and more important as a dedicated reader, I had the surprise of my life on a business trip to Switzerland last October. A few years ago you ran an art feature on the hauntingly beautiful work of Philip C. Curtis of Scottsdale, Arizona. I admired the feature very much. When I was in Geneva I accidentally visited the Galerie Krugier, one of Europe's leading art galleries. They were presenting a one-man show on Curtis and what a wonderful afternoon I had with twenty Curtis originals displayed there. As someone once said: "It is a small world!"

Edwin Jarrett Samuelson New York, N. Y.

ARIZONAN IN ANOTHER COUNTRY:

An Arizonan in another country must be very careful when he talks about home. It is almost too easy to give the impression that everything is "bigger 'n' better" in Arizona. I have been able to share ARIZONA HIGHWAYS with some of my Australian friends to show them what Arizona is really like. But even with the proof of Arizona's beauty before them, some have told me with a typical Aussie dig, "Aw, come off it, mate! Ya know those pictures were touched up." However, most reactions to ARIZONA HIGHWAYS are similar to that of an old aboriginal of the Kunjen tribe in North Queensland. "Uncle" Cecil looked and looked at the pictures of the desert with the cactus reaching its long, green arms toward the sky and then the tall mountain covered with sparkling snow. Although the Kunjen language has no word for "cactus" or "snow," "Uncle" Cecil was quite able to accurately describe what he saw. With quiet simplicity he said, "Big Country!"

James Marsh Berrimah, Darwin, Australia

HONORING WALTER O. BOSWELL:

The trustees of The James G. Boswell Foundation have made an initial grant of $1,200,000 towards the construction of a hospital at Sun City, Arizona, to be named the Walter O. Boswell Memorial Hospital. Colonel Walter O. Boswell was a longtime resident in Arizona; it was he who acquired the property upon which Sun City is now located. J. G. Boswell II Secretary, The James G. Boswell Foundation Los Angeles, California 90019

I certify that the statements made by me above are correct and complete. James E. Stevens, Business Manager

OPPOSITE PAGE

"AIR VIEW - NOGALES, ARIZONA - NOGALES, SONORA" BY NAURICE KOONCE. This view was taken over Nogales, Arizona (foreground) looking toward Nogales, Sonora. The U.S.-Mexican boundary is about in the middle of the photograph.

BACK COVER

"MORNING ALONG SONOITA CREEK" BY DARWIN VAN CAMPEN. This photograph was taken along Sonoita Creek in Santa Cruz County southwest of Patagonia, Arizona, just off Arizona 82. The word "Sonoita," pronounced "So-NOY-ta," is from the Papago and means "place where corn will grow."