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ARIZONA HIGHWAYS

Published in the Interest of Good Roads by the ARIZONA HIGHWAY DEPARTMENT Prescott, in its setting of pine-clad hills, offers many delightful side trips to the vacationist: Montezuma's Castle, its history shrouded in the mist of centuries; Montezuma's Well, mystic shrine of an ancient people; Oak Creek Canyon, famed for its beauty.

WHERE WILL YOU SPEND YOUR VACATION?

Those of you, citizens of Arizona, who are fortunate enough to be able to afford a vacation this Year of Depression, 1932, should give heed to where your vacation dollars are spent.

Never before has Arizona faced a crisis such as now confronts her, and every dollar deflected into the coffers of other states will work a hardship on less fortunate citizens who needs must stay at home, to the ultimate injury of the absentee vacationist.

How many of our people, who yearly junket to the expensive inconveniences of some grimy beach, really know their own state, which has become a Mecca for tourists from all over the world?

Arizona has more to offer those of her children who are not too indifferent to seek her beauties than any other state in the Union. A great state, and one teeming with romance. Three hundred and ninety-one years ago the plodding feet of Coronado's men blazed a trail, searching for gold and the Seven Cities of Cibolla, and today the Coronado Trail rivals the tourist trips of Switzerland, Norway, Sweden and Scotland, and other far famed beauty spots.

Starting at Clifton, one of the oldest copper camps in the state, this trip to the top of the state winds through pines and wooded canyons, by trickling brook and mountain stream-the forest primeval, inviting the weary traveler to peace and rest.

And then Springerville, gateway to the White Moun-tains and dear to the heart of the hunter and fisher-man.

Flagstaff, too, is encircled with points of absorbing interest; and if you are burdened and heavy-laden per-haps you will find rest for your jaded spirit in the vast and limitless peace of the Grand Canyon. For who can contemplate that greatest of all natural wonders and not feel the utter insignificance of human struggle and the futility of human endeavor in the brief mo-ment of time allotted you.

A land rich in historic lore, where the oldest civil-ization meets the youngest; where one may find evi-dences of an abounding aboriginal civilization that was old in the time of the Caesars, shards and artifacts to re-build the lives and dramas of a by-gone race.

Arizona will bear a closer acquaintance.

Street scene in Chimopovi Indian Village, near To-reva, in northern Arizona, one of the eight Hopi vil-lages where the annual Snake Dance is held. The most spectacular ceremony of the American Indian, the Snake Dance attracts thousands of visitors from all parts of the world.

The public performance of the Snake Dance is but one episode of a nine-day ceremony held to propitiate the rain gods, the Hopi people welcoming visitors on the ninth or final day.

Snakes and prayer sticks are the intermediaries to the favor of the rain gods, but statistics are lacking as to the efficacy of this form of prayer.

NO DIVERSION OF THE GAS TAX

Opposition to diverting highway revenues from the ends for which they were taxed is increasing, to judge from the protests of the newspapers of the country.

The Columbus (Ohio) Citizen says: "The plan of diverting motor vehicle revenues does nothing but take bread from one man and give it to another. It substitutes the dole for useful employment.

"Many thousands of heads of families have been kept off the charity rolls by highway employment during the past year, and will be kept off these rolls during the coming months if highway funds are protected from diversion."

Mary had a little carShe thought 'twas out of gas.

One night she lit a match to seeAbove her waves the grass.

The marvel of Sir Malcolm Campbell's recent record-breaking auto dashes on a Florida beach was not the speed, but the fact he wasn't stopped by a hitch-hiker.