HISTORIA 
 
 QuarterlyBy W. Campbell, in Charge of the Oklahoma Historical Society 
 
 Volume 8, No. 8 State Capitol, Oklahoma City, Okla. t Oct.l, 1921. Whole Nnmber 43 
 
 HISTORIA Entered as second-class matter at the Oklahoma City postoffice under the laws of 1896. 
 
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 [fj TO THE GOLDEN STATE THROUGH LANDS THAT Vihall I call you that?" "Why, bless you I like to be 
 LIE BETWEEN called "Lizzie," as she nudges and smiles. It proves an 
 
 uneven game, for Mr. Drum can scarcely wedge in a word. 
 
 Without notes, memory alone must serve in this story. The 
 exact dates are not given. The "Traveler" is substituted for 
 the pronoun "I" and conventional "we." 
 
 FOR his first vacation in seventeen years the 
 custodian decided to visit the Pacific coast, about 
 the only section of the United States he had never 
 visited. The start was made via the Santa Fe, 
 July 11, first stop being at Newton, Kansas, where 
 he enjoyed a brief visit with Editor Napier of The 
 Kansan, and to whom in 1903 the writer sold the 
 Newton Journal, ta'iing the Cheney Sentinel in 
 part payment. Soon after this, John Mack who 
 ran The Kansan, was appointed to an agricultural 
 position in the Philippines, and Mr. Napier 
 then assumed management of The Kansan, 
 selling the Journal to other parties. 
 
 Mr. Napier is a thorough newspaper man and has kept 
 The Daily Kansan fully up to a metropolitan standard. 
 
 About one hundred miles or so out came the first halt 
 after leaving Newton, this being a through train. Thus far 
 the Traveler had occupied the smoker, but now taking ad- 
 vantage of the stop, decided to move his baggage to the 
 day coach next car in front. Just as he opened the door 
 leading to the vestibule he noticed a young woman hurriedly 
 edging her way to the coach platform which she quickly 
 ascended without waiting for the usual assistance by the 
 porter. In one hand is a bandana handkerchief in which 
 it later developed are bundled her only belongings. Her 
 manner is all the mort noticeable as when edging her w? y 
 to the coach platform she kept casting her eyes this w y 
 and that, and as soon as she reaches the platform she makis 
 a hasty dive into the coach as if avoiding someone, and 
 becomes invisible until after near another hundred m le 
 post had been passed. Meantime the Traveler finds a 
 seat on the isle end a couple of seats from the forward 
 one. Beside him next the window is a woman of per- 
 haps forty years of age, and the seat just in front is 
 occupied by a woman next the window and a man with 
 the appearance of a drummer at the isle end. His seat- 
 mate is rather a trim figure, in a wardrobe of Parisian 
 effect including a loud and gorgeously-trimmed head-gear. 
 Her face is on the thin order, sufficiently dished, with nose 
 and chin in close communion; of somewhat attractive ap- 
 pearance withal at first sight. This isle end occupant who, 
 for want of a more appropriate name will be known as Mr. 
 Drum, and the other forces recognition as Mrs. Gab, both 
 f^ whom are well up in a play-way to comport with their 
 [aliases. Mr. D., who had evidently but recently boarded 
 Ithe train, at least the day coach, begins at once a typical 
 [drummer campaign with foul pieces in ready motion. He 
 [presents a card. This is scanned a moment and then 
 iwith wide eyes and a smile of joy "Indeed, I am pleased 
 [to meet you; my name is Snodgrass Lizzie Snodgrass 
 10 ! MISS," with an emphasis on the "Miss." "Ah, Lizzie 
 
 She is a real gabber from Gabriel. "Now, I am sure the 
 way will not be lonesome. I am not much of a talker, you 
 see, but I love to listen, and (crowding still closer), and I 
 am sure you will be so entertaining and where did you 
 say you were from? Oh, yes. Are you on a pleasure trip 
 or- or on business? Do you expect to be gone long? To 
 meet someone a lady of course?" as she pauses just long 
 enough to look roguish, with an elbow nudge. "Or" as she 
 primpts and hesitates, "your wife "Wife? Alas? as he 
 sighs, "I have never met her yet until " There is a blush 
 and a handkerchief flirt. Thus the gab, gab, gab, without 
 stint or let up. Now my new companion has dropped into 
 a doze, her head resting on the seat baei. As the doze 
 lengthens, her head begins losing its moorings until resting 
 I had, after an invariable custom, my left arm stretched on 
 the seat back, and first thing I knew a head of beautiful 
 hair was snugged up against my bosom, and involuntarily 
 the stretched out arm made a circle. Just then the con- 
 ductor came along, and as I had changed coaches he reached 
 out for ticket. I had left in the check in the window jam 
 of the smoker, the fact of course I convinced the man with 
 a punch. Giving finger flips "Your wife " but he dis- 
 covered her check in the window jam and passed on. At 
 the word "wife" the pair in front looked gossip at each 
 other, then each sat back stark and stiff. "My wife!" Look- 
 ing down into a really lovable countenance, a loud trace of 
 past trials seaming up through the sunlight playing over 
 her face. A slight lurch of the coach awakens the sleeper, 
 and with embarrassed stare she arouses, and endeavors to 
 square herself and regain bearings. "I beg your pardon, 
 
 Juarez Scene See Page 13. 
 
 sir," says she while adjusting her hair in an effort to 
 recover composure. "I failed to secure a Pullman and have 
 slept scarcely a wink for nearly forty-eight hours." "No 
 pardon is due in fact it was a pleasure to pillow with 
 

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 regret in fact that the jar awakened you so soon. Then, "my 
 wife?" for the moment the Traveler fairly wished it could 
 have been spoken in verity. She is a well-preserved woman 
 of perhaps forty summers, with a really beautiful face, made 
 more so through a modest expression born of womanly no- 
 bility; not pretty, but lovable, with a self reserve that com- 
 ports with those shades of past trials; which now and then 
 seams up through the sunshine ever in play over her coun- 
 tenance. And as the Traveler sits there his mind drifts 
 bae's yonder in the years of long ago. Like dreams 
 wherein time is timeless and there is no space. For that 
 moment his soul wings away from its tenemant of mortal, 
 and in vision appears two souls in sweet communion, and 
 bonded unity wandering beneath a bow of promise, in the 
 measurable; not the ecstacy of youthful passion so often 
 fickle, but of that mature cast that is most deep, earnest 
 and that never dies. Along luring paths frinjred with 
 blooming shrubs, now resting on a rustic bench in the shade 
 of flower hursts laden with sweet breaths of summer bloom. 
 At their feet a fountain sprays up from the center of a 
 minature lake harboring numerous pond lillies; beyond and 
 near through the fragrant copse a glimpse of the broad 
 sea with its hooded shores riding here and there the 
 billowy crests, and the moon in pale radiance hanging low 
 in the blue depths, and dancing with the diamond-set crystal 
 beyond the farther rim of ocean, and her image mirrored 
 waves. His eyes the moment on vacant ppace and mind in 
 the silence of awe born in fruition of life's ardent hope, one 
 hand clasping a small volume minus its cover which had 
 been torn away. Her eyrs a moment fixed admiringly on 
 the fountain and cream-tinted lilies, then off through rent 
 seams of intervening coppage out unin a blue expanse on 
 romping waters. "Seasame and T,illie," she lisps in solus 
 mood, soft and low, yet so audible that it brought the 
 Traveler from the reverie in which he had fallen, and in- 
 voluntarily, unwisely he echoes in soloquizing tone .lust 
 above a whisper to himself "Seasame and Lillies," Then 
 recovering. "Why what choice taste in literature." "Well, 
 I don't know. I am not much of a reader, this being the 
 extent of my library," with a faint smile. "Ruskin seems to 
 have been a family heir-loom which I must have inherited. 
 See," as she pointed to a time-dimmed signature on the 
 lower margin of the title page. "That is my mother's name 
 in her own hand. This volume was her companion and she 
 was never without it. So, you see, it is indeed an heir- 
 loom and is the only thing I have by which I know I ever 
 had a mother." In sections the story of her past was grad- 
 ually unreeled. 
 
 Now returning to the twain in the seat in front. That 
 effeminate voice still in evidence roling from that swiveled 
 tongue. Evidently Mr. Drum is slightly weary of it, which 
 probably Miss Gab discovers, for she turns her voice-tattry 
 diagonally across to the Traveler sitting there and enjoying 
 the lingual shower with about the same comfort the street 
 unchin enjoys a cold bath by grandma. Like the proverbial 
 manger story; though Mr. Drum had seeming his plenty he 
 didn't want any one else to have a chance; or was it out of 
 sympathy, and he would save the trials through which he has 
 gone? And every time Miss Gab cranes over the seat back 
 he.figits. Finally he turns and poking his face almost into 
 the Travelers: "Perhaps we had better change seats." Then 
 shifting with vamp evidence he seeks to engage the Travel- 
 er's seat companion, but she simply sat stoic and totally 
 ignored him. 
 
 Now, across the aisle a gentleman has the window end, 
 the aisle portion vacant. Into this Mr. Drum slides. The 
 scat back of this is vacant, about this time a young woman 
 brushes in and seats herself next the window 'and crouched 
 low with her face screened bv a folded newspaper as if 
 endeavoring to hide from bring observed. Is it that the 
 conductor might overlook her? Is she escaping from 
 some prison or reform school or from pursuing officers, or 
 The Traveler noticing that his seat-companion shows 
 rowsy signs he suggests that he would be pleased to sur- 
 render, and proffering his overcoat as head-rest, takes the 
 
 aisle end of the seat beside the mysterious figure who proved 
 to be the same who boarded the train and mysteriously dis- 
 appeared as previously related. Meantime Miss Gab shoves 
 to the aisle end of the seat just vacated by Mr. Drum. Not 
 in the least bluffed she keeps up her talky-talk as she 
 cranes across the aisle, now and then catching the recreant 
 Mr. Drum by the arm to make him set up and take notice. 
 He evidently endeavoring to smother that flame for some 
 other, anyone. Finally he turns to the mystery occupant 
 and impertinently pulls her paper screen aside peering down 
 into her face. Just then there is a tinge of ire in the 
 Traveler's make-up and it takes more courage to avoid a 
 scene than to risk once. The young woman looked up and 
 then dives lower and draws her screen closer. Finally the 
 Traveler becomes more curious than discreet, and fairly un- 
 conscious of it, tips the screen sufficiently to catch a glimpse 
 of the face of the stranger, who is perhaps 20, possibly a 
 few years older, complexion slightly rouged with outdoor 
 life, but clean and clear without a blotching mar; large lus- 
 trous brown eyes inclined to the dreamy. Her hair a wealth 
 of flowing silky raven, just a trifle wavy. At this juncture 
 Mr. Drum makes another venture by again tipping the screen 
 at which she again gives him a withering stare as her large 
 eyes flash a fiery resentment, as she reaches beneath her 
 front dress uncovers and seizes hold of what turned out 
 to be a polished five-inch steel dagger with ivory hilt and 
 silver guards. Confession is made that a sort of cold per- 
 spiration came over the Traveler, but conquering his feelings 
 he simply asks in as unconcerned way as possible under the 
 circumstances why she carries that ugly thing. "He will 
 find out if he does that way to me again," she fairly hisses 
 with a side-glance savagely toward Mr. Drum who has 
 turned his face to the tune of Miss Gab who has him by 
 the arm in the midst of a word-volly, something about how 
 lonesome she would have been if ." "Surely one so beauti- 
 ful, so charming and so," there she reaches down again 
 beneath her front lacings, and for the moment the Traveler's 
 heart forgets its harmonious throb; but it is not a dagger 
 this time, only a crumpled bit of paper. The Traveler 
 takes the wrinkles out, and to his amazement there is a 
 title page "Seasame and Lillies !" "No," she says, reaching 
 for the paper, which she turns and hands back, on the 
 reverse side in neat script a copy of the Gypsy's Warning. 
 Then looking up in seeming confidence: "Of course I would 
 not use that," and she grasps again the silver hilt, "only so 
 many men think a poor girl is for their sport; but Veva 
 that is why I T^eep this." Then in a voice sweet though 
 tinged with sad sighs," Maybe I have to quit this way." She 
 points the dagger toward her bosom. Just at this point 
 the conductor makes appearance and after finding the Trav- 
 eler's check reaches for a ticket from the crouching girl, at the 
 same time tapping her on the shoulder. With a faint fright 
 she looks up into the conductor's face and then into the 
 Traveler's. There is a quiver of the lips and her eyes are 
 of the most passionate pleading, just a bit of evidence of 
 past falling tears and little crystal globes stealing down each 
 cheek. "Ticket," says the conductor as he gives the thin- 
 veiled arm a shake that amounts almost to a pinch. She 
 draws back in fairy fright, then reaching up emploringly, 
 "Please, Mr. conductor; I I have no ticket." She is then 
 asked where she was going at which she scans pathetically 
 first the Traveler and then at the Conductor. "Come, I 
 have no time to fool away. Ticket of pay or " "No! no! 
 I have no ticket, no money; don't, please, don't put me off!" 
 With this she takes the Traveler's arm gently and with a 
 pleading more eloquent than uttered words. When he 
 looked into those streaming eyes and fairly shared in the 
 tremor of that sweet voice and the questioning quiver of 
 her lips his soul went out at once first in that pity that 
 bids to sympathy which is so often the "iey to a tender 
 heart aye, ripening into unconscious love. "Where are 
 suring tone. "I don't know anywhere anywhere don't 
 you going, my little girl?" was enquired in a low and as- 
 please don't let him put me off," and she buried her face in 
 her hands on the velvet seat back in front of her. The 
 
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 conductor was handed a bill and told to take out for Palmer 
 Lake, which he did, gave the usual punched receipt, remark- 
 ing that "Your ticket is for Denver." "That is none of 
 your affair," in rather meaning tone, and the conductor 
 passed on. Very soon the strange little woman seemed to 
 impose full confidence in the Traveler, at the same time 
 kept watching, with a slight startle whenever any new 
 person entered the coach and occasionally dodging down in 
 the seat as if to avoid being discovered. 
 
 The story would be too long and tedious for full re- 
 cital; hence, hoping to give it in greater detail some time 
 in the future, only a bare gist is given here. 
 
 She had retained- family memories as her mother re- 
 cited and re-recited them, and through scraps of paper she 
 had through all the years managed to keep. She said in 
 part that her grandfather's name was Victor Emanuel Ven- 
 trcla: that her grandmother, from whom her daughter "my 
 mother," she said, inherited her name, was '"known as Lady 
 Ventrcla. They belonged to the old Italian nobility who 
 taught their children that the unforgivable crime was to 
 do any sort of work or associate with any of the common 
 herd. Her mother, therefore, reared in idle luxury until 
 yOung womanhood. One evening a roving Gypsy minstrel 
 turned his voice loose under the father's mansion window, 
 >with guitar accompaniment. He was rather of the higher of 
 rovers, dressed in rich silks in the gypsy minstrel fashion 
 and possessed a rare contralto voice. He made his way, 
 however, by just such musical turns, relying upon the 
 pennies and dimes, and not unfrequently larger sums tossed 
 him. A clandestine glance brought the two young people's 
 eyes in a focus on each other, and from that on young 
 took the wrinkles out, and to his amazement there is a 
 Galvini was so frequently seen beneath that mansion window 
 that the parents harshly ordered him from the premises, 
 and to never show himself in that vicinity again. Result 
 was stealing from the parental room to hold secret trysts, 
 wanderings along silent paths, occasionally out to the camp 
 of the roving band where she was soon looked upon as one 
 of their own caste, Young Galvani taught her to play the 
 guitar, to beat the tamborene, to sing short gypsy sketches 
 and dance the camp whirls. Finally the tongue of gossip 
 reached the parental ear, and the poor little bewitched girl 
 was cast from the family roof as an outcast, to be ever 
 after shunned by her old associates as one beneath their 
 countenance. She had dared to mingle with a class below 
 her station, with one, worst of all, without that blood which 
 courses alone in the veins of effete nobility. For a time she 
 secured work at various resorts singing and doing musical 
 and dance turns, thence to the street as a flower girl. 
 Result, a marriage with the young roving minstrel. 
 
 Meantime she had saved up enough to start him up 
 with a small fruit and flower stand. But after a few 
 weeks the husband too'~j suddenly ill and died within a few 
 days. This left the young wife absolutely stranded except 
 the little fruit and flower stand which she sold and with 
 the proceeds took passage on an emigrant steamer for 
 America. On landing at Castle Garden she was ordered 
 returned as an undesirable person, being without visible 
 means of support. But at a fortunate moment one of those 
 kindly charitable souls who through curiosity happened to 
 be at the Castle Garden wharf to see the landing of emi- 
 grants from every part of the world. For some reason she 
 became attracted by the young woman, and with her char- 
 acteristic spirit of kindness induced the officials to trust 
 the young woman to her care, pointing out that her condi- 
 tion forbade deportation. She was taken to a wholesome 
 though unpretentious house in the suburbs and cared for 
 until after the birth of her child the present Veva, and 
 until strong enough to do light work, first in the family, 
 then as a waitress at a city restaurant, little Veva being 
 cared for in the meantime by the kindly woman at the 
 humble home. Being yet young, of more than passing 
 beauty and attraction, intellectual, withal, she was soon 
 given charge of the cash register. Not long subsequently a 
 young burly double-fisted fellow with savage jaws put in 
 an appearance and was employed as a sort of bouncer to 
 
 see that no one got away without putting up. A strange 
 infatuation sprang up between the two not on his part, 
 but on hers, and notwithstanding there was no line in com- 
 mon in their looks, their intellectual qualities, their dispo- 
 sitions, their likes and dislikes, a marriage resulted in both 
 beng unceremoniously fired. Dan Carter that was the 
 name of the duffer, secured a small shack where he took 
 his wife and Veva, farming the former out first at one 
 place and then another, zealously appropriating her small 
 wage as fast as it came in, which he spent in debauch and 
 riot with the three accompanying graces known around the 
 bar as cards, wine and women. This life of drudge and 
 cruelty at last became so unbearable that the frail wife, who 
 had secretly hidden away enough of her earnings to ta-'ie 
 her to the west, decided to make the venture. Accordingly 
 when one evening she laid off from work and quietly 
 bundled her belongings, Carter came home with his usual 
 savage grin, and flopped on the bed in a maudling stupor. 
 Taking advantage of his plight she quietly gathered her 
 bundle with one hand and little Veva with the other, made 
 her way to the rural station. She intended making her 
 way into the Colorado mountains where she might be more 
 reasonably safe from pursuit; for she felt sure Carter 
 would leave no stone unturned to locate her, not that he 
 cared other than for the wage she could bring in on which 
 to keep up his debauches. 
 
 It was found that her scant fund would only secure 
 fare to Garden City, Kansas, to which point she was landed 
 in due course of time, sleeping in the chair car on the way, 
 and living on a scanty lunch prepared before leaving. O'n 
 landing at Garden City it was evening and the sun was just 
 sinking in a blaze of firy red betokening one of those sand 
 storms which not unfrequently rose in that region as if on 
 the wings of instant fiat, so furious and fierce and driving 
 that no eye could penetrate nor human feet pass through. 
 The only other person on the platform was a man of per- 
 haps 40 years of age who noticing the strange woman with 
 a child made bold to ask her if she expected to meet friends. 
 In a sort of evasive "yes," the woman gathered her bundle 
 in one hand and little Veva in the other. But her uncertain 
 manner, vague wandering her eyes about was at once in- 
 terpreted, but without venturing the suspicion she was asked 
 if she would accept aid in reaching a hotel, to which she 
 gave assent in a voice and manner that but added to the; 
 gentleman's suspicions. He took her bundle and in a few 
 paces stopped in front of a hotel offering to escort her in. 
 But here she hesitated, looking around in a sort of be- 
 wildered puzzle. "Isn't there a a cheaper place?" she 
 stammered, at which little Veva whispered to her mother. 
 She had saved up a few pennies, dimes and quarters, and this 
 is what she whispered to her mother. 
 
 Her new benefactor now completely sized the situation, 
 but still hid it behind a kindly semblance. "I am sure you 
 must be very tired," he said, "and if you will accept it I will 
 be glad to have you stop over the night at my home only 
 a short distance away. I know you will find it much more 
 comfortable than at the stuffy over-crowded hotel." It is 
 unnecessary to say that her first night was spent under the 
 only friendly roof that had sheltered her for many moons. She 
 was received with the utmost welcome and given tender care 
 by the mistress of the cozy western home. A sumptous 
 supper was all ready in waiting except a couple of extra 
 plates. Sumpuous for that region of drouths and hopper 
 invasions where little sustain life was raised except big 
 onions and jack rabbits. Nothing would do but the strange 
 woman should remain until she fully recovered from her 
 tiresome ride. And thus for several weeks she insisted on 
 doing a share of the house chores. Little Veva was now 
 but seven years of age, yet so mother-trained in womanly 
 deportment she might have been taken for a child of at 
 least ten, if not a couple of years older. Her new" bene- 
 factors had recently lost their only child, a daughter about 
 Veva's age. To say that she at once became a pet, a near 
 substitute for their lost Vivian in the affections and fond 
 heart-place of both benefactors. *'I don't know how I 
 could ever have forgotten the name of one who was SQ 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 kind, but some how I have never been able to recall it. 1 
 know it began with a "C", said the young woman as she. 
 related her story on the train, "that he was deeply pitted 
 with pock marks. Homely? Perhaps, the outer contours 
 of the face; but through that shone the sunlight of such 
 pure nobleness of character which could only radiate from a 
 kind and generous heart, that japaned the unfortunate 
 scars of fate." In this connection, the description tallies 
 well with C. G. Coutant who in the earliest days of Garden 
 City ran one of the town newspapers and promoted her 
 street railway system, subsequently moving to Cheyenne, 
 Wyoming, where he became State librarian. If still alive, 
 and he gets sight of this Historia, we will no doubt hear 
 from him. 
 
 On leaving for the West the mother reversed her name 
 to Trola Ventro, finally dropping all but the Trola. 
 
 Trola recalled vividly among the photos on the walls 
 of the home library three of special prominence. One was 
 a bust photo of a middle-aged man in uniform, underneath 
 which was written the word "Hunter" from which she as- 
 sumed he must have been some famous hunter. Another 
 was a standing figure in long buffalo skin coat and cap of 
 same, at his side, the stock end resting on the ground, was 
 a long gun. Another figure was a fine looking athletic young 
 man in a long Prince Albert, a broad-brimmed hat with 
 large cord end tassel band; high-top boots, leather belt with 
 cartridges and a revolver in leather sheath at his side; long 
 raven hair and imperial moustache, of military bearing. 
 Je him was a richly caparisoned charges with rifle 
 ung across the saddle. These may have been Gen. Hunter 
 Tvho had headquarters at Garden City in the early days. 
 The others may have been Col. Cody and Buffalo Jones 
 who also in our pioneer days had his headquarters in that 
 section. 
 
 Two other young men made occasional visits at the 
 editor's home one named Short and the other known only 
 as "Bat"; but her mother cautiously avoided meeting either 
 of them. They were understood to be scouts of some sort 
 and she feared lest they might be emisaries of Carson. Bat 
 Masterson was awild and reckless lad who had found a 
 deputy marshalship with headquarters at Garden City where 
 he added nine notches to his gun stock. A near associate 
 was another sprig named Luke Short who also held a de- 
 tective commission about that time. Masterson subse- 
 quently went to New York where Roosevelt pinned a mar- 
 shal's star on him which he wore, leaving gun-play laurels 
 for several years, and where he died October 24, just past. 
 Short hooked up with Col. Cody in the wild west ranch 
 business. It is scarcely probable that when the other two 
 young robusts met at the editor's home 
 
 About two miles out in the hilly breaks resided Fred- 
 crick Keller known there as "Cabin Fritz," from the fact 
 that he occupied the only typical frontier cabin still stand- 
 ing in that section. Fritz's father was a curbstone broker 
 about Wall Street who went down with the crash caused 
 by the Stone railroad strike of 1889, culminating in what 
 Republicans called the "Cleveland panic of 1893." Young 
 Fritz had never known toil but was allowed to spend his 
 days at college where football, tennis and questionable 
 sports prevail; where to spend dad's money in having an idle 
 rolhcky time of fast life, ma'je up the mental menu. But 
 the crash soon sent young Fritz out into a merciless world to 
 shift as best he could. He at once conquered the spirit of 
 pride and gathered on to whatever his hands found to do 
 until he had enough to take him where Greeley suggested. 
 Landing in Garden City when the country was new he se- 
 cured a claim in these hilly breaks of the Arkansas, so 
 rocky and cut with ravines that it went a begging until he 
 discovered it. Along the ravines were occasional margins 
 of shaperel and other small brush while on the hillsides and 
 crests were occasional muskeet or post oak which gave the 
 premises a somewhat rustic and romantic aspect. Trola 
 1 heard the family speak of Fritz so often and with such 
 generous praise that unconsciously she began to search her 
 longings. What manner of man he must be. Intellectual, 
 or after the usual novelist painting of Western young ro- 
 
 busts. Was he coarse and vulgar, or gentle and refined? 
 The latter, she unconsciously reasoned, else her kindly ben- 
 efactors would not speak of him in such unbroken terms . 
 of compliment. In the course of a few weeks Fritz was 
 invited out to the editor's home for dinner, where two pair 
 of eyes for the first time met, and there was a mutual ex- 
 change of portentious glances. After this, Fritz was not an 
 unfrequent caller at the editor's home, until one day Fritz 
 put in an appearance, this time in a buckboard drawn by 
 a pretty sleek pony. He was met as usual at the roadside 
 where a season of conversation ensued. On returning into 
 the house the madam was told something to the effect 
 that Friz was on the eve of taking a trip back to his old 
 home, that he would like much tohave someone take care of 
 his cabin during his absence, with a diffident insinuation 
 that he would prefer a young woman. The idea at once 
 struck the madam of the home as promising, not that she 
 wanted to get rid of her agreeable visitor, especially little 
 Veva. When the husband came home at noon the matter 
 was again brought up, and he heartily joined his wife in 
 favor of the idea. The young visitor seemed in doubt as 
 to the propriety of her taking such a venture, and yet she 
 had learned to believe, at least, that Fritz was more than 
 a common young man, and that he could be trusted, aye, 
 with her life if it should come to that. She was also as- 
 sured by her benefactors that they had known Fritz from 
 the moment he struck the West; that he was all through a 
 man, gentleman born and that quality self-cultured; that 
 though diffident and never known to so much as speak to 
 any young woman of that section- although there was not 
 a few who would have staked their'very soul on him. She 
 was assured that she need have no hesitancy; that she 
 would be as safe under his thatched roof as if he were her 
 own son. Son? Brother sounded better. As a consequence, 
 Fritz was again in front of the editor's home next evening 
 near the set of sun, ready to take Trola and Veva to his 
 cabin. She, however, flatly declined to go for the first time 
 at night. She would prefer to land by day so that she 
 would have time to size up the situation which she could 
 abandon by the light should things not look as they should. 
 Fritz when next morning was suggested, quite agreed that 
 she was right and would have apologized had he known how. 
 Next morning bright and early found Mrs. Trola installed as 
 mistress of the "Cabin Fritz." There being but one room 
 with only a corner curtained off for a larder and a sheet 
 partition cutting off a bed section, Fritz surrendered the 
 cabin to his new housekeeper and Veva, while he slept under 
 an improvised brush-covered shed near by. As it never 
 or seldom rained in that section, a roof was only needed 
 as a shelter from the scorching noon rays, hence all out- 
 doors with the starry lamps of heaven shining down was an 
 open lounge. Veva soon became a very pet with Fritz. 
 Scarcely a day passed that she did not accompany him ,'to 
 the field or on the rabbit hunt. She soon learned to ride 
 the pony which grew fond of her; learned to milk, and feed 
 the chicks, in fact soon grew into ?. very prairie flower, full 
 of that roving, romping spirit which she had evidently in- 
 herited. She would wander through the ravines and gather 
 blossoms and mix them in a wreath with wild flowers for 
 "Daddy Fritz" as she called him. On one trip to the city 
 Fritz bought Veva a tambourine which to his surprise the 
 mother could handle in the gypsy fashion with exceedingly 
 nimble whirls interspersed with sweet song in a soft and 
 captivating voice. But between the mother and Fritz, who 
 had abandoned his trip back home idea, -not an over-familiar 
 passage ever occurred, no word of that which was secretly 
 burning within each breast, until one evening the two were 
 seated at the table opposite each other. For a few moments 
 there was a reign of solemn silence, soon broken, however, 
 by Fritz, who drew his chair rather familiarly near, at 
 which she arose, and dissembling any pique at this the first 
 and for reasons the least touch of familiarity, she took a 
 seat farther away. If Fritz realized that he had made a 
 breach, he failed to show it; but leaning over the table re- 
 marked that "Of your past I know nothing. I never in- 
 quired, nor did you ever broach it " "Nor is the past a 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 matter of concern now nor ever, betwen us," she inter- 
 rupted. "But .1 must say something " he again ventured 
 "1 know that" shifting: "I never knew what is was to 
 be a young woman cast on the world alone. But I do 
 know what it is to be cast alone on the world a mere stripling 
 boy reared in idleness and pampered, petted and spoiled.*' 
 A suppressed sigh from either side of the dividing line 
 closed the incident. 
 
 One day Fritz made his pony ready in the buckboard 
 and asked his new housekeeper if she would not like to go 
 with him to the city, where he wanted to do some trading. 
 After a slight hesitancy she decided to go; hence with little 
 Veva they left for town only a couple of miles away. There 
 they took lunch at a restaurant, in the midst of which 
 a tough bronzed seedy-looking hobo entered and leaning 
 over the counter asked for a hand-out. Just at this moment 
 he happened to glance toward Fritz and his companions. 
 Meantime she had already caught sight of the tough-looking 
 individual, at which there was a shrinking back, with a 
 frightened stare that alarmed Fritz who sought to console. 
 The amaze was soon smothered by a forced smile of dis- 
 sembling. The hobo again leaned over the counter and with 
 a mean and savage side-glance made some inquiry, and with 
 a sandwich ambled out, to the visible relief of Trola, 
 hoping that he had not recognized her. It was Don Carson. 
 The home-going was all but a serene one so far as the 
 woman was concerned, as she kept glancing back until safely 
 within the cabin; and even here there might have been 
 noticed by anyone less diffident than Fritz, a slightly uneasy 
 manner. 
 
 It was that hour darkest before day when Trola was 
 awakened by what sounded like soft foot-pads. On arous- 
 ing the light turned down was suddenly snuffed out not 
 by the wind, because none was stirring. Just as she slipped 
 from bed and drew the curtain a dark shadow darted from 
 the open door. With mother instinct backed by her own 
 suspicions she immediately rushed back to the bed. The 
 little nest was still warm, but Veva had disappeared. 
 
 Hurrying to the shed young Moro was nervously 
 shaken and on arousing was told what had happened; but 
 not given the suspicions of the mother. There was a 
 frantic two-and-fro search without avail in the hour before 
 day. On the first peep of light Fritz mounted his pony and 
 started off in search, the mother in wild yet intuitive darted 
 for the city. Here she learned that a man in a spring wagon 
 had passed through there only a few minutes previous; that 
 he was holding a small child in front of him that he had 
 started to cross the Arkansas which at tha t point is near a 
 half mile wide, but with scarcely any water except when 
 some sudden wall would come rumbling down in a roll 
 carrying everything before it. And just then a roaring 
 sound indicated that the avalanche was sweeping down the 
 river; that an attempt to cross meant certain death in the 
 engulfing flood which subsided never under a week or so. 
 
 * * * After the dark ride to the river Vena's first 
 realization was when she found herself in a clump of brush 
 on the river bank looking up into the face of a young man 
 who was smoothing back her hair and rubbing her hands to 
 bring back flown life. Gathering her up he carried her 
 some distance to a small grove in which was a spring and 
 a band of roving Gypsies in camp. The little waif was 
 treated with tenderest care, and soon became the pet of the 
 camp and measurably reconciled. Dolor Galvini this was 
 the young man who had found and rescued her on the river 
 bank, became her constant companion, and many a story of 
 their little remance where love's first dream sets in might 
 be told. The Sequel was little Veva for some years lead 
 a roving Gypsy life, until old enough to dance and beat 
 the tambourine, first for the amusement of the camp, and 
 then for the amusement of visitors. Added to this, she 
 would sell flowers, often wild ones of the prairie or blos- 
 soms from the river margin copse, and which, -owing to 
 the bewitching beauty of the little waif now grown almost 
 to young womanhood would be readily purchased, and often 
 a lavish hand would contribute. She was allowed to retain 
 a goodly portion of all her earnings until she had accumu- 
 
 lated quite a sum. Meantime Carson had assumed the rolo 
 of Gyp, and one day put in an appearance at the camp 
 where Veva was. He at once recognized her, and laid claim 
 to her as his own daughter treating her with brutal harsh- 
 ness except when others were in evidence, and then he 
 would make all Tiinds of affectionate pretenses. All the 
 others of the camp, however, treated the little waif with 
 that consideration which amounted to fondness; especially 
 did young Dolor, who was at her side at all times except 
 when Carson was about, at which time he had to keep safe 
 distance. Visitors were frequent and at times quite numer- 
 ous at the camp, little Veva always the central figure with 
 her dancing to the tambourine and little song sketches in 
 Gypsy lines, the "Gypsy's Warning," manner then and 
 musical feats having acquired a sweet and melodious voice, 
 tinged with just enough sadness to make it all the more 
 captivating. One evening Carson was missing from the 
 camp, by no means discomforting to other members who had 
 little use for him and his brutal spirit, enduring him only 
 because he claimed to be the father of their precious little 
 idol of the tambournine and conservatory. While to little 
 Veva and Dolor, it spelt more than pleasure, a relief, a joy, 
 and each hoped the worst might befall him. It was sub- 
 sequently learned that Carson had been involved in a 
 dissolute brawl and been lodged in the jail at Pueblo. 
 Feeling that as soon as Carter got out he would be with the 
 camp again, arrangements were made for Dolor to conduct 
 Veva to Pueblo near-by and secure a safe place for her, at 
 least temporarily. Here she was taken to a small tenement 
 in the lowlands on the river front where she was taken in 
 and kindly, treated by the lone occupant, a comely .woman 
 of perhaps fifty years. There was a fond attachment at 
 once, a motherly affection on the one hand and a child's 
 love for a mother on the other. This woman once had a 
 child so like the little stranger and the little waif had recol- 
 lections of a mother so like this kindly woman. Meantime 
 Carson was not idle, but made unceasing search, winding 
 up at the little tenement on the river front. Here the 
 sight of that brutal face brought horror to the astonished 
 woman. From Veva's description she at once recognized 
 that it was Don Carson who claimed to be her father. With 
 a swadling, stalky stride and prize-ring grimace he ap- 
 proached the fear-stricken woman and seizing her savagely 
 by the wrists demanded the whereabouts of Veva, who on 
 discovering the brutal presence, sought a hiding place under 
 a nearby clump of bushes which hung over the river bank. 
 All manner of torture was threatened if the whereabouts 
 of Veva wasn't at once told. The consequence can only be 
 suggested had not young Dolor just at this moment ap- 
 peared on the scene, having quietly kept watch over the 
 little domicile. Nearby was another small tenement in which 
 resided another lone occupant, a comely woman also per- 
 haps 50 years of age. During the time Veva was there she 
 had learned sufficient of the waif's story to (know that her 
 near neighbor was the mother, but this she kept dark until 
 carson had disappeared after a severe pummeling by young 
 Dolor. Veva was restored to her mother. 
 
 Repeatedly after this Veva was knidnapped by Carson 
 and taken first to one mountain camp and another he not 
 daring to ever show up again among the Gypsies who fairly 
 mourned the loss of their litle fairy waif. But each time 
 with the aid of young Dolor she had escaped. 
 
 Veva and her mother were alone in the small box 
 tenement when the recent Pueblo flood reached that city. 
 Higher and higher rose the waters until the shack 
 was some feet under water. Higher and higher. They 
 sought the roof when the night was dark. Soon down went 
 the shack borne upon the angry current the twain perched 
 on the roof comb, now veering on one side then on the 
 other, caught in an eddy sent in a dizzy whirl, at last striking 
 against a summerged tree the shack parted. The mother 
 fell into the mad jaws of the howling pool while Vera 
 clutched a limb just as the divided house was carried down 
 stream with a mad rush. She clung with death grip to the 
 slender limb which swayed in the stiff breeze and the driv- 
 
MISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 ing storm until every moment the slender twigs dipped 
 lower until they fairly swept the boisterous torrent below. 
 She decided that she could but go down to death in the 
 stream of her own will or soon be hurled to it by the sur- 
 rendering limbs. She therefore decided to make the plunge 
 striking a rift of rubbish that had collected near the shore. 
 Here she found a floating railroad tie to which she clung 
 with death-grip in an effort to pilot it around the drift and 
 thus reach safety ground. About this time another tree- 
 lodger came to the same determination; but just as he was 
 in the act of diving down to he didn't know where, the 
 little raft with its lone occupant, now breasting the tie, now 
 clinging desperately to it with two white hands as her hair 
 floated out on the crested foam. Intuitively he made for 
 the raft. No matter who it was some human soul in dis- 
 tress. Reaching the raft he successfully steered it to a 
 lower rift where were other railroad ties butting in, as it 
 were, and fortunately a bit of rope was also lodged. With 
 this he managed to lash a couple of ties together, and soon 
 he and his charge were safe on shore land. This new savior 
 proved to be none other than Young Dolor, come as if sent 
 by Providence. It is needless to repeat all Veva said as to 
 the ecstacy of the timely though unexpected reunion. The 
 joy was heightened when, as Veva said, Dolor told her of 
 that while on his night vigil over the Trola home the 
 flood came, logs and all manner of rubbish and small tene- 
 ments began a migration down the rapid stream. Very 
 soon after he noticed an evidently young man carrying some 
 woman from the waters to high ground, but just then the 
 great rumbling main column drove down like an avalanche 
 sweeping him into the top branches of a tree from which 
 he made the plunge referred to ;and besides, it being rather 
 dark, he caught but a mere glimpse of the rescuing scene. 
 But somehow he associated the woman with Veva's mother. 
 Assisting little Viva from the car, the Traveler invol- 
 untarily takes one of her hands in his, with his other resting 
 gently on her shoulder and which gradually finds its way 
 about her waist as he gazes off in seeming blank abstraction. 
 He looks down into her large brown eyee gazing so fondly 
 pathetic into his then inadvertantly a movement off, biting 
 his lips as if suppressing some intruding fit of emotion. 
 Then Again down into that upturned face as two white arms 
 reach almost emploringly up, and in sweet whispering, 
 "Would it be wrong for Veva?" Here she indicates that 
 she would like the return of the bit of paper she handed him 
 while in the car and in which he had secretly slipped a 
 small amount of currency. As the time for parting comes, 
 the Traveler finds one hand gently grasping Veva's velvet 
 left while his right rests gently about her shoulder. "You 
 will write Veva? No! No she does not know where she 
 go, unless " And unleasing from him she gives a wild 
 stare of determined desperation clutching the silver hilt in 
 her bosom. Then the Traveler ta'ies her .again by one hand 
 and again circles her waist with one arm. "Maybe Veva 
 write you sometime where?" With this she is handed a 
 card containing the Traveler's address on one fold and his 
 portrait on another. Veva looks first at the address, then 
 at the portrait. She places the card in her bosom with: 
 "Veva keep it always." With a delicate tremor in her 
 voice, and on each cheek a tiny pearl glistening like some 
 roral globe on the dew-dipped praise of morning. There 
 was too much earnest for "good-bye" as Veva darted behind 
 the rear end of the depot and was instantly lost to sight. 
 
 And now, time and space admonishes abandoning 
 Mr. Drum and Mrs. Gab and little Viva until * * * * 
 
 A Glimpse of the Pueblo Flood 
 
 Crossing the Arkansas river at Pueblo a sight was met 
 long to be remembered. Evidences of the recent flood 
 were on every hand wrecked bridges, homes in a mass of 
 wreckage, some showing the ravages of the flood though 
 intact, lodged here and there, high on the sandy shore, 
 hemmed in by driftwood and very islands of debris; the 
 movies did not overdo; no language can fully express the 
 waste and desolation, involving practically every section 
 
 of the city, including the main business section. To re- 
 build must be indeed a discouraging contemplation. 
 
 Side-Trip to the Mountain City 
 
 At Denver visits were made to various points of in- 
 terest including the Historical Society which is homed in 
 a new building on the capitol grounds. Here every courtesy 
 was shown by those in immediate charge. The Society 
 has made quite a creditable collection consisting for the 
 most part in library material. A full day was enjoyed 
 seeing the choice institutions of the old mountain city, in- 
 cluding the chamber of commerce the city museum and 
 public library. 
 
 Returning to Pueblo a night ride ended near Colton, 
 with the last but little scenic grandeur. At Colton was 
 witnessed the only rain seen after leaving Oklohama until 
 the return. Evidently the Coltonites are not swans nor 
 any other aquatic species, for when the rain struck the 
 townpeople went flying hither and thither in disorder as 
 if they had just heard a blast from Gabriel. 
 
 In the Valley of the Jourdan 
 
 A day and a half was spent at Salta Lake, visiting fjfld 
 landmarks, including the old tabernacle, the plan of which 
 was conceived by Brigham Young while lying on his back 
 on Mount Wasache, a whole night. This piece of archi- 
 tecture is unlike any other ever designed by man and in 
 many ways evidences that spirit of inspiration claimed for 
 it, the Temple, etc. We visited Salt Lake in 1888 when 
 the Gentiles were near holding an election in which they 
 hoped to best the Mormons, drive them out and rob them 
 of their possessions. Strangers were hopping off every 
 train, and flat cars were in evidence loaded with impor- 
 tations from Colorado and California and other distant 
 points for the voting day. 
 
 The President had recently appointed a new ter- 
 ritorial governor named Williams, a scrawny encephalic 
 specimen with a corset and blac'i silky wax-tippcc!| 
 moustache. When handed our card: "Eh-heh ! And so 
 you are" as he scanned with supercillious air "from 
 Kansas. That is the home of a fellow named named 
 I can't just recall, a United States senator or something of 
 that kind, I believe." As was known, Mr. Plumb had but 
 recently visited Utah, he informed the wax-tipped moustache 
 who it was. "Awe-ah, I believe that was the name. I am 
 indeed surprised that a people enlightened would choose as 
 their senator in congress such a man. Why, sir, he is so 
 narrow, so narrow, understand? Why, when we pointed 
 out Mount Wasache this fellow would say: "You ought to 
 see our Smoky Hills'; and when we pointed out the Jourdan, 
 he would say: 'You ought to see our Solomon and Kaw 
 rivers!' So narrow!" Our party was assured and im- 
 portuned to stay until after the election to aid in getting 
 rid of the Mormons. That they would be forced to leave, 
 "As we will make it so hellish hot for them that they will 
 be forced to sell their homes for whatever they can get, and 
 that will only be what we choose to pay them; and your party 
 will have an opportunity on the deal." But the old proverb 
 about the schemes o'mice and men got another verification; 
 for, at the election the Mormon vote was 14,461, while the 
 scheming gentiles only cast 6,146 votes; of members of the 
 upper house the Mormons secured twelve, the schemers 
 only two. In the lower house the mormons secured 18 out 
 of 24. 
 
 On making up the program for the itinery, Mormons 
 were ignored and only Gentiles corresponded with. But 
 on arriving at the Salt Lake depot no committee was 
 there. Bleered-eyed bus-thugs were numerous, however, de- 
 manding fifty cents a head for a two block walk Advance 
 arrangements had been made with the Walter House for 
 our party, without mentioning the price. To that hostelry 
 our party wended on foot, except a few who got gulled. 
 On registering it was found that only a few of the party 
 could get comfortable beds, but must double up, tribble up, 
 and others bunk on cots or pallets. Thus supper and the 
 night. After breakfast came the price. The Walker had 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 sprung fare more than double, charging every mother's son, 
 daughter and off-cast the limit regardless of whether 
 doubled, trebbled, cotted or palleted. No arrangements 
 whatever had been made to carry the party to the fort or 
 to Garfield Beech, then the only resort in that section. 
 Bleer-eyed bus-thugs were abundant, swaggering, vulgar 
 and profane, demanding five dollars a head to Fort Collins, 
 with only five minutes' stop. The price to Garfield 'Beech 
 was not asked. We at once sought out Mr. Penrose who 
 then ran the Deseret News of which he is still in control. He 
 was also church leader. It was with a degree of mortifica- 
 tion to be compelled to draw upon a people who had until 
 now been ignored. But Mr. Penrose was so kind and gen- 
 erous just as though his people alone had been consulted. 
 We were assured from then on our party would be well pro- 
 vided; that not one cent would be taken; that he regretted 
 he did not know of our coming or he would have had a full 
 program arranged. John W. Young, son of the late Brig- 
 ham Young, was summoned. He was president of the Rio 
 Grande, including the spur to Garfield Beech, about six miles 
 out, across a neck of Jourdan where the lake circles the 
 mountain ranges, at the foot of which, near the beech, is a 
 mystic cave sufficiently high for a man to walk through it 
 erect. It is a mile or so long, weird, damp place with 
 stactilites gleaming in the faint light that drifts in for a 
 ways. Mr. Young generously placed at our disposal an 
 engine, a couple of observation cars and a full crew, to 
 come and go out to the beech, and that without a price. 
 Conveyances were likewise furnished to the fort, with un- 
 limited time for observation. The tabernacle was thrown 
 open for Sabbath and Mr. Young preached an intellectual 
 and entertaining sermon. A Miss Silver was principal 
 linger, and she rendered not only the regular service songs, 
 but a number of others in sweet-voiced soprano, in a voice 
 not loud nor screetchy, yet of wonderful volume, every note, 
 every word distinctly heard from the fartherest end of the 
 building two hundred feet away. The acoustic build of the 
 tabernacle is such that you can hear a pin when dropped in 
 a hat on the platform two hundred feet back; and a test 
 proved the claim. The great building with a seating capacity 
 of several thousand was so arranged that the entire congre- 
 gation when filled to the limit can exit in less than three 
 minutes. The Temple had been enclosed, but not yet ready 
 for occupancy. While visitors were barred from the struct- 
 ure a special exception admitted our party and an escort 
 went into detail as to its inception and progress of con- 
 struction. The inscriptions on the high ceiling from the 
 Smith tablets of stone were deciphered. The grave of 
 Brigham Young who was at his own request buried in a 
 sitting posture, was visited as were also his several homes. 
 One Mormon family was visited which was particularly in- 
 teresting. It consisted of the husband, three wives and a 
 number of children from infancy to lawful age. One wife 
 had charge of the domestic work kitchen, laundry, etc. 
 Another had charge of the nursery and the inside bath, a 
 large square pool in a roofed court bordered with home 
 rooms. A third wife had charge of the hot sulphur springs 
 some distance from the house at the foot of a projecting 
 mountain spur. At this spring one of our party found a 
 He was a scholastically educated young man in company 
 with his young wife, and was explaining in a very learned 
 Waterloo Mr. E. A. Weller of the Wamego Agriculturist, 
 way how the water came to be hot. "You be one of them 
 smart chaps what things you know it all," said the guardian 
 of the springs as she straightened, placed her hands on her 
 hips and looked Weller in the face. "But you don't know 
 nothing. It's I can tell how it come to be hot. The old 
 devil is down there with a big poker a stirring and a stirring 
 the water and the burning coals in hellfire. That's what 
 make the water hot, young man," she continued, "You 
 ought to get you a holy Bible and read it. Then you might 
 learn something." 
 
 The mantumaker and general domestic wife asked if 
 the wives got along in harmony together. "O yes," she 
 replied smilingly. "We all eat around a common hearth 
 from the same table without a jar or cross-purpose a 
 
 happy family." When asked if the wives ever got jealous: 
 "Have you any brothers and sisters?" she inquired. "Well 
 don't you sometimes get a trifle jealous imagine your par- 
 ents are a little partial? Well, that's all there is to it." 
 
 The old Walker House has ben torn away for a com- 
 mercial mart, and most of the old landmarks of that day 
 where the Mormon families dwelt in the felicity of undying 
 faith have succombed to the demands of progress, and now 
 have given way to great brick buildings, the humble houses 
 where they stood may be seen palatial mansions. The small 
 Mormon village is now a metropolitan city with skyscrapers 
 and street cars. Garfield Beech has been abandoned and 
 Saltaire is the fashionable lake-side resort a few miles up 
 from the 
 
 While in Salt Lake a visit was made to the Mormon 
 headquarters where Mr. Jensen presides as church historian, 
 and also as general manager of the State Historical Society, 
 housed in a new building of its own on the capitol grounds, 
 with Mr. Jenson who recently visited the Oklahoma His- 
 torical Sociey in charge of the church records and has 
 issued a bound volume roster and church record or diary. 
 Historia has been promised one of these volumes but so far 
 it has failed to show up. The write was much interested in 
 running through this record where he found a few familiar 
 names, among them the name of Elisha and Bettie Camp- 
 bell in connection of some infraction of church rules. As 
 his father was named Elisha and one of his sisters was 
 named Rebecca, or familiarly called Bettie, these names 
 set him wondering whether or not they may be of his 
 household. A number of the Salt Lake family are still 
 living, but we were net fortunate enough to meet any of 
 them. 
 
 Among other places visited was at the chamber of com- 
 merce. Also made extensive trolly trips to the various 
 points of interest. 
 
 Two days were consumed in the old historic city where 
 was only an unknown desert waste until three-quarters of a 
 century ago. The river Jourdan but a conjectual lake. 
 Between that and civilization lay the rocky range with its 
 peaks and mountain heights over which no human foot had 
 ever trod, until, persecuted and driven first from their Illi- 
 nois home about Narvoo where their prophet Joe Smith 
 was butchered by "Christian" bands; hence from Inde- 
 pendence, Missouri, where they had built their pioneer 
 homes and erected seats of worship and schools. Here they 
 harnessed wheelbarrows, a few ox teams, a few pack horses 
 and wended their way across the then trackless and parched 
 plains, up the mountain slopes through habitless regions of 
 torture, fatigue and deaths. No wonder that when after 
 the long and arduous trudge their eyes rested on the crystal 
 water of the lake with marvin vales, these persecuted, foot- 
 sore and weary people of their own faith exclaimed: "Allah. 
 All hail. Yonder lies Jourdan. There shall we rebuild our 
 temple and worship God according to the dictates of our 
 own conscience. There will we build our homes and gather 
 the sheaves of God's gift and make the goodly land blossom 
 as the rose, with no fear of persecution by our jealous 
 enemies, nor of ever again being driven from our homes by 
 the invading despoiler." 
 
 Reaches Ocean of Sand 
 
 After leaving Ogden you pass through a long and wide 
 stretch of utter waste and desolation a limitless plain of 
 white sand reaching to either side until there gleam and 
 glisten is lost in the shadow of bleak and barren ranges; the 
 monotony being only doubtfully relieved when now and 
 then the zephyrs sweep by to waltz with the rising forms in 
 ghostly white". Here you see no sign of ve getable life. 
 Should some venturesome sprig of green ever find a lodg- 
 ment here through the caprice of chance, it would soon be 
 buried from sight by the veering drifts. Though much 
 of the ride through this unsightly dearth is by night, the 
 scene still in evidence with its faint gleaming in the glow 
 of night stars. Even the prairie dog and companion owl 
 with cactus for a perch shun this vast stretch of useless 
 desert. Though the iron trail through this stretch of desert 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 water of the lake with margin vales, these persecuted, foot- 
 of lone silent and solemn level lying glint beneath the 
 swinging moon and her troop of night stars. 
 
 In the Golden West 
 
 At Oakland a couple of days were most agreeably 
 spent as the guest of Judge Jesse Dunn, that prince all, who 
 did the phenomenal by resigning a life-job on the supreme 
 bench of Oklahoma to cast his lot with the people of the 
 Pacific; his "act" scarcely equalled when the brother of 
 our "Cue'ile-Burr Bill" declined to run for state labor com- 
 missioner because "Brother Bill" was holding a state place. 
 The levee consisted first of a banquet at the Elk's hall, where 
 many leading members of the fraternity of horned prongs 
 were met. A spin over the "skyline" by way of Berkley 
 and the Greek theatre presented the university by Wm. H. 
 Hurst, the millionaire newspaper man. 
 
 Judge Dunn has a beautiful and romantic home on the 
 highlands overlooking the city and San Francisco Bay. In 
 front of his home we stood beside the judge and had a 
 kodak photo taken. While beside the popular jurist we 
 felt much like the "Town Pauper" did when standing for a 
 picture beside the eminent Southern Senator. It was grati- 
 fying to hear Judge Dunn so highly spoken of in his new 
 home where he seems to have at once enlisted universal 
 confidence and esteem. Before starting for the Pacific, son 
 Wayne, advised preparing heavier wear for the coast; but 
 we didn't. Wished we had, though. In fact had to invest, 
 and then borrow an overcoat from Jesse, and then shivered, 
 and this was the middle of July. But the Oaklanders seem 
 to enjoy it. Crossing the bay in from Oakland a couple 
 of days were consumed in trolly rides, viewing points of 
 interest in that wonderful city. Thence to the objective 
 point Los Angeles, about five hundred miles southerly 
 along the coast. 
 
 Here we made headquarters at the Rutland, South 
 Main and Washington, a capacious apartment house of 336 
 rooms with every feature modern. While there the Trav- 
 eler was the guest of Daughter Isla Rivers Campbell, and 
 ister-in-law, Miss Hattie C. Wayne, and of Daughter Coila 
 Campbell (Mrs. Bert F.) Duncan, at their beautiful home on 
 five-acre pingree patch near Glendale and Eagle Rock 
 City, suburban to Los Angeles. From here the Traveler 
 radiated in every direction, by trolly and by auto motor 
 ten to fifty miles. 
 
 Catalina Islands Last of the Mohigans 
 
 The first point of extreme interest after reaching Los 
 Angeles was a spin by electric line to the Pacific where a 
 narrow channel of about sixteen miles connects the main 
 hore with the noted Catalina Islands. Crossing over this 
 channel by steamer a landing was made at Avalon, the only 
 city on this vast island. From here a motor stage carries 
 you about fifty miles "over the top" winding and curving, 
 up and down, around in serpentine insinuations until the 
 isthmus is reached a small harbor with only an improvised 
 pavilion which serves as hotel, lunch stand, etc. The 
 isthmus is surely a romantic spot of rocky grandeur where 
 expired The Last of the Mohiggins. On the way across 
 were many thrilling and weird scenes, some of them of 
 ancient note, such as the old Crows Nest still standing 
 among the lower wilds of the mountain range in a strange 
 and truly rustic place. Here at one time bad men of the 
 world made headquarters, brewed beverages and banditry, 
 carrying on a game without limit, hundreds of thousands 
 of dollars being a frequent sta'ie, and could the old up-and- 
 down board walls but talk, many a tragedy and tale of dark 
 deeds and daring would be told. With rare exceptions the 
 only sign of moving life consists of mountain goats way in 
 the distance winding their way up almost perpendicular 
 steeps. Some of these with whiskers so long they have to 
 walk on their hind legs to keep from stepping on them. 
 From the Isthmus, the steamer "Flyer" takes you back to 
 Avalon, a distance of 65 miles on the still ocean. The same 
 ocean trip was taken from Avalon to the Isthmus and re- 
 turn on what is known as the "flying fish trip," always after 
 
 night. Attracted probably by the lights in the boat, flying 
 fish rise up in every direction and dash toward the light, 
 often striking the boat sides with a jarring force which 
 would plow holes, had nature not provided these denizens 
 of the deep with spongy noses to protect them from being 
 smashed to smithereens during their flights. Sometimes one 
 of these animated meteors go over the boat sides when woe 
 to anyone who should happen to be in range. One went 
 through the Flyer the night we were on, and lodged just 
 behind a guard post within less than two feet from where 
 we sat. A young woman in the seat behind had her hat 
 brushed by this meteor, and my, such a scream! The fish 
 are about a foot long and are provided with wing-shaped 
 fins which they are able to spread in their migrations. They 
 are called flying fish, but in fact they dart like meteors. 
 Rising from the water at a distance of a few rods to a 
 mile or more, they reach destination in a flash, with elec- 
 tric message speed. They are almost black, but at night 
 they leave a bluish phosphorescent trail like the tail of a 
 shooting star. They rise up from every direction and in 
 miriads, darting at every angle until the night is a very 
 pyrotecnic display of flashing beauty. They are eatable. 
 Avalon is a pretty place, crotched down at the foot of the 
 range. A fine bathing beech and a few home mansions, and 
 long rows of canvass villas to accommodate summer resort- 
 ers. The St. Catherine Hotel is the only elite resort of the 
 island, snugged on a jetty into the seat, and hewn out of the 
 hills. The five-dollar a night and up-ers are its mainstay. 
 The St. Catherine is also headquarters for leading movie 
 stars when on the island. Eddie Pola was quartered here 
 during the Traveler's itinery. At Avalon was a narrow 
 escape from being buried in the movie maelstrom. A craft 
 was lying in wait to make a movie trip, and the boat man- 
 ager insisted on the Traveler casting himself in a couple of 
 thrills of the coming reel. Only two stunts were assigned 
 him one, riding a bronco, and the other rescuing a fair 
 maiden from a burning ship both rather strenuous for a 
 person "one-eyed and seming ancient." The broncho stunt 
 did not appear so hazardous, for although the Traveler had 
 not straddled one for over a quarter of a century he reas- 
 oned that the varment could only buck and throw him 
 headlong in a sprall or knot over its head, tramp on him 
 and kick a few daylight holes through him, yet leaving him 
 still alive. But the burning ship that was fraught with 
 heroic risk, to stem the treacherous waves to the ship con- 
 veniently anchored for the occasion, climb the slimy sides, 
 dart hither, thither, through blinding stifling volumes of 
 hot smoke, dodge falling timbers and tread the embers, 
 shoulder the swooned maiden and bearing her through walls 
 of blazing fury and down a rope by one hand as the other 
 bearing the limp bescorched maiden, then to buffet the con- 
 tending ocean rolls to safety on the beech sands where a 
 young English cockney with a monicle runs wildly up 
 and down the shore emploring: "Save Bessy! Fo Gawd sake, 
 save Bessy," and when asked why he didn't save her: "'Hi 
 cawnt, yer know. Hi cawnt, yer know," and then after the 
 rescued maiden arouses from her swoon she falls into the 
 arms of the monicled cockny and showers him with lactimel 
 and sweet nectar. That was the straw that broiie th<< 
 Campbell's back, and he silently stole away. 
 Side Trips Sight-Seeing 
 
 There were numerous happenings while in Los Angeles 
 which Historia will long cherish in memory, such as a 
 number of auto rides to various interesting points: To 
 Maywood beech, guest of Mr. Kimmer and Roy Mangum 
 who have landed interests among the oil fields of that 
 region. Messrs. Meyering & Lawrence, to Santa Monico 
 highlands, canyons and beech, and to Brentwood Place, 
 where the company have land holdings. The Laguna Land 
 and Water company, to Maywood beech in the midst of the 
 oil fields operated by this company. J. S. Hargis of the 
 Hightman company, to Belmont Shore Place where the 
 company has laid out an addition to Los Angeles. The Cole- 
 man-Rosser company to Harbor City where the company has 
 large holdings of dredge lands hugging the harbor shore. 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 9 
 
 Emil Firth, to various sight-seeing points. Theophile Stutz, 
 to the harbor where his people have large holdings. G. E. 
 and Geo. \V. Mclntyre through their vast oil domain. 
 
 Acknowledgement is due Captain DeFord for a de- 
 lightful auto trip in company with himself and wife, and 
 daughter and husband, who also have a home on 51st street. 
 Also to Mr. and Mrs. W. S. T. Hunt for an instructive as well 
 as interesting tour to the Venice beech, passing on the way 
 the soldiers home at Sawtell with its fairy campus, parks 
 and drives; and Culver City, the home of the movie. Here 
 we were the guests of the Goldwyn plant management in 
 charge of Mr. Joe Ashurst Jackson, publicity manager, and 
 who passes out senarios and casts. We -were intro- 
 duced to the general superintendent who placed us in charge 
 of Prof. Lewis W. Physive, who piloted us through the entire 
 plant and unfolded by demonstration every feature of the 
 wonderful movie processes from laking the pictures, their 
 "bath" and development, making the films, assembling them 
 in their sequential order, drying, and winding on reels, ready 
 for the screen. Mr. Physive is an Italian, the synonym of 
 courtesy and obliging, and knows every feature of the 
 movie process. 
 
 The Traveler needs make no formal acknowledgement 
 for the numerous auto rides enjoyed in company with his 
 daughters, Isla and Coila, and sister Hattie, with Mr. Bert 
 Duncan as chaperone he is too closely related to demand 
 acknowledgment for shared pleasures. One of these var- 
 ious trips was by w r ay of Venice, thence along the cost for 
 many miles, thence a drive into the gorgeous mountain 
 fastnesses, past caverns, rumbling waters, in a spiral jaunt 
 to the mountain range via Wildwood, thence a descent to 
 the great valley of fruits and on to the wonder city, about 
 sixty miles in all. Mr. Duncan is one of the leading con- 
 tractors of Southern California, and his bookings take in 
 a vast scope in every direction. 
 
 Visiting Alambra, Mr. Grimes and family were on a 
 toot to Balboa beech, hence there was a sore disappoint- 
 ment. Mr. Blackwelder was also out of the city. While 
 there Mr. Stultze, the leading real estate man, treated to 
 an auto ride of the city, and Editor N. R. N. Mariot 
 of the Advance and the News extended fraternal courtesies. 
 The Los Angeles Evening Herald, Los Angeles Morning 
 Times, San Diego Sun, El Paso Gazette, and the Texola 
 Herald gave generous mention of visits to these various 
 might lose his job, and it W T ood benefit no one. Now, take 
 cities. 
 
 It Pays to Pay Your Own Way 
 
 In Los Angeles you will find a woman in almost every 
 hallway of the business section who will thrust a ticket 
 into your hands calling for a "free ride and a warm dinner 
 (sandwich and coffee)" either by trolley or auto to every 
 section of the outlying districts, twenty to thirty miles. 
 These are furnished by the Newport company and other 
 land interests who have realty holdings for sale in "Los 
 Angeles Addition" lots. However alluring, take the advice 
 of Historia and don't. You will be landed on some sandy 
 patch away from the depot to blaze in the sunandbe im- 
 portuned to ma'ie a purchase. If you don't right on the 
 spot you are liable to gross insult by some young snitch 
 who accompanies these free rides as capper. Historia has 
 one case in view. It was on a plot in Verdingo Woods near 
 Glendale, too close for a separate town and not close 
 enough for an addition. A stranger was in the party and 
 his chaperone was a young man in light check and wearing 
 glasses. He was the soul of courtesy and culturel politeness 
 and took pains in showing and explaining. He had shown 
 the Traveler and the stranger about all there was to be 
 seen, and to the certain knowledge of the Traveler the 
 stranger was favorably impressed with one location, but ex- 
 plained that he did not come prepared to close a deal, and 
 asked his young escort to prepare a plat of the grounds 
 showing this particular lot, priced at $2,750. The escort 
 agreed to do so, and all repared to a shade to await train 
 back to the city. A young snitch in a dark straight-front 
 coat and Stetson hat came up and insisted that he show 
 
 the stranger some lots, pointing the ones he had already 
 seen. "Why," said he, "I have been all over these lots and 
 confess I am favorably impressed." "Come over to my tent 
 and we'll fix up the papers, you making a small payment." 
 The stranger explained as before related, when the young 
 snip strutted back and with his thumbs in his vest arm- 
 holds sneeringly remarked: "I notice you go on all these 
 excursions." "Beg pardon, but this is my second trip only," 
 replied the stranger. "Oh! yes," pompously drawled the 
 snip, "only two under the same name." Then facing the 
 stranger with an air of earth-ownership: "I sized you up 
 from the start. You only take these rides because you can 
 sponge them and a free dinner. You never had any inten- 
 tion of investing." "Well, possibly not," replied the 
 stranger. "Certainly not now." Then in a domineering 
 tone, "We have to stand it from women, but we won't stand 
 it from men !" The stranger here left his snipship vowing 
 that he would go a long time without a home before he in- 
 vested with a firm that employed that class of snips. Two 
 women, one from New York and the other from Columbus, 
 
 too," said the Ohioan; "and if it wasn't so far to the sta- 
 tion I would not ride back in their coach." Of course such 
 employes are the exception; but Use the small bit of meat 
 that "taints a whole carcas," the exception taints the entire 
 company. It is unfortunate that they have these imposi- 
 tions. Historia gives no name, because the young man 
 might lose his job, and it Wood be of no benefit. Now, take 
 the advice of Historia. If you want to buy, get on a trolley 
 or an auto and pay your way, go where and when you 
 please, the cost is but a^ trifle, a few cents only. See a re- 
 liable real estate man and avoid the risk of being insulted 
 as was this stranger. But of course the company would not 
 for a moment countenance discourtesy on the part of an em- 
 ploye, and if known to them it would mean dismissal and 
 in all probability with a swift kick accompaniment. 
 
 So far as the Traveler is concerned, he received nothing 
 but universal courtesy from Mr. E. P. Newport, head of the 
 company, Mr. Twining, the manager, Mr. J. B. Race, 
 and in fact from everyone with whom he came in contact. 
 And in this connection, acknowledgment is tendered for a 
 generous trolley ride to Venice, and by special boat a circle 
 of the miles and miles of harbor shoreline. The one great 
 seaport of the west, to the Pacific what the New York har- 
 bor is to the Atlantic Halifav to the Canadian coast. At 
 San Pedro hugging the shore, with daily comings and go- 
 goings, may be seen the flag of every nation floating a 
 steamer, and cargoes from every country of the commercial 
 world. The Traveler would like much to speak at length of 
 this harbor, of the men who couple public spirit, energV and 
 a genuine spirit of financial venture, with energy, push and 
 foresight enough to grasp the possibilities of Los Angeles 
 as the unrivaled coast city of the Pacific The Newports, 
 Mr. Lowe who a few years ago had only a dream of posses- 
 sions, but through an unconquerable will and set purpose 
 his name is now a password to thrift. For him Mt. Lowe 
 stands as a monument, towering like a Babel to a near view 
 of at least the lower heavens, with its Alpine Inn, and the 
 Mt. Lowe Observatory with its silver dome aglow in sun 
 reflections when hid from the lower vales. At the present 
 time there is in course of construction the Lowe theatre 
 which occupies a half block" on Hill street and which when 
 completed will be one of the largest and most elegantly 
 equipped houses of amusement in the world. The summit 
 of this western seat of divinity is accessible by trolly to the 
 mas* foot near the southern Kmits of Pasadena, thence up 
 a dizzy incline almost perpendicular 500 feet by cable cars; 
 thence again by electric trolly to near the Observatory, 
 and thence by burro or horse to th etopmost point from 
 where an entire world seems circling about. 
 
 Mt. Wilson is the next highest point, which also over- 
 looks Pasadena from the north and its valley of luxuriant 
 fruitage. This is accessible only by hoof or auto motor 
 
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 HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 which follows a hewed out trail up steep grades, down, 
 then up, like the leaf that gradually unfolds by forging a 
 notch ahead, then draws back a pace to take a new bulge, 
 each bulge forging a trifle farther than the subsequent 
 until a lengthy limb, so each ascent along this trail reaches 
 a higher point than the subsequent one until you stand on 
 the very dome of the western continent. This is a delight- 
 ful ride, exceedingly scenic and full of startling thrills, 
 horse curves and the Jap alphabet. On the summit is a 
 Winding in spirals, cutting the letters S, W and V, in 
 commodious hotel and lunch booths. This ride involves 
 about fifty miles. This trip to Mt. Lowe was made still 
 more enjoyable, being accompanied by Mrs. Wallace E. 
 Miller and daughter, Las Angeles visitors from Oklahoma 
 City, now guests at the Hotel Roslyn. 
 
 The Mount Lowe Daily News is an enterprise by Mr. 
 W. A. Meador who has a job office and other material on 
 the ground and gets out a daily of the above name. An 
 octavo, 14 x 18, printed in green. Besides illustrations and 
 interesting matter pertaining to Mt. Lowe, it contains a 
 daily roster of visitors. The writer was there August 20, 
 and out of 276 visitors, those from Oklahoma were, besides 
 "me": Mr. and Mrs. W. H. and Billy Stout, Edwin and 
 Mary Rice, Mrs. W. F. Miller and son, of Oklahoma City; 
 Marion Vermillion, Shattuck; Mrs. R. Montgomery, Tulsa. 
 
 The trip to Mt. Lowe was made more pleasant by Mrs. 
 W. E. Miller and son of Oklahoma City, being members of 
 the party. Mr. and Mrs. Miller were guests at the Van 
 Nuys, one of the elite hotels of Los Angeles. Also in a 
 brief climb up the hilly slopes from Alpine Inn in company 
 with Miss Loreno Koeber of the California Music store, who 
 happened to be wandering up the slope at the same time. 
 
 A pretty letter from Miss Lorena received after arriving 
 at Oklahoma City, too late for extended mention. 
 
 That young adonis on the front platform of the Mt. 
 Low cable observation car is the writer, the center of the 
 trio of young women is Loreno Koeber. 
 
 Ready for the Drop 1,300 Feet by Cable 
 
 The Beautiful Verdu Valley 
 
 The Verdu valley, its woodlands and foot hills and 
 high cerrated ridges with their skyward peaks conspire 
 in a lovely beauty-area with its varying shift of scenes. In 
 the 16th century the Verdus were granted a large body of 
 land in California by the king of Spain. This took in the 
 Beverly hills now overlooking Hollywood and Culver City, 
 movie seats of the Goldwin system and other movie plants, 
 ranging down southerly for fifty miles taking in the wooded 
 plot of the Newports. On this stands the old original 
 Verdu home built centuries ago, still a sightly structure, 
 though of but one low story and on primitive architecture, 
 with a rustic porch along the entire side length, embowered 
 by large grape vines whose interminable branches weave 
 in a Branstock bower over the porch and the old roof. This 
 vine was planted over one hundred years ago by the 
 daughter of Theodore Verdu, she being still alive, the only 
 surviving member of the once prolicic Verdu household. 
 She resides in a quaint and rustic home near this scene, and 
 at the age of 120 retains her faculties and delights Jin 
 conning over the travails of pioneer life and scenes and 
 tragedies and joys of two centuries. For centuries the 
 Verdus held undisputed sway over this vast tract of vale 
 and mountain wilderness; but as the older member gave 
 way to the newer generations the possessions were grad- 
 ually wrested from them, until today the small patch where 
 lives the venerable relic is all that remains in the name of 
 Verdu. 
 
 The Los Angeles Historical Society is homed in the 
 heart of the business section and is nresided over by 
 Messrs. Pierson Worrall Banning and Willis Milnor Dixon, 
 both of whom give their services free, and go down gen- 
 erously into their own private funds for sustaining and 
 keeping up the work. The library consists for the most 
 part of bound volues, pamphlets, manuscripts and clip- 
 pings all bound, touching America's war periods The 
 Revolution, war of 1812, Mexican War, Rebellion, Brush 
 with Spain, and the late European slaughter. Especial 
 stress is lain on the Sons and Daughters of the Revolution. 
 Any items on these lines will be welcomely received. The 
 unselfish devotion of Messrs. Banning and Dixon in this 
 essentia* work should certainly be appreciated by thV 
 entire state, and especially by the citizens of Los Angeles. 
 
 The Oklahoma Colony 
 
 The Oklahoma-California association with headquarters 
 at Ninth and South Main street, Los Angeles, contains 
 about twenty thousand names, besides visitors, and it is 
 probable at least twenty-five per cent of those finding homes 
 in the Golden State have not registered, which everyone 
 should do. Above all, no one visiting Los Angeles from 
 another state should neglect to call at the National State 
 association headquarters, where at all hours of the day will 
 be found Mr. C. H. Parsons, secretary, ever with a cordial 
 welcome. He is an ex-newspaper man from Maquokata, 
 Iowa, and an enthusiast in behalf of the various state as- 
 sociations. Each state holds an annual reunion and monthly 
 meetings between at one of the near resorts. Blank rosters 
 are furnished and posted in convenient places on the meeting 
 ground, by states. After each meeting these rosters are 
 taken to headquarters and bound by states in handy vol- 
 umes. The Traveler did not have an opportunity to attend 
 any of these reunions except the monthly picnic of ex- 
 Kansans at Sycamore Grove, a beautiful Eden with no 
 flaming sword over the gate, but a short distance from the 
 city and accessible by trolley and electric lines. At this 
 J. P. St. John, widow of the late ex-governor, resides at 
 reunion many old friends of former days were met. Mrs. 
 Long Beech, and was one of the speakers on this occasion. 
 Mrs. St. John was a relative of Cynthiana Parser, the 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 11 
 
 white captive who became the mother of the recent Kiowa 
 Chief Quanah Parker. She wrote a history of Cynthiana, 
 but Historia has never been able to secure a copy. 
 
 The Oklahoma colony from Oklahoma City in Los 
 Angeles includes: Hon. Milton J. Bryon, ex-member of 
 the legislature from Shawnee, but later of Oklahoma City. 
 Mr. Bryan, besides being president of the Oklahoma-Cali- 
 fornia association, is assistant city attorney. He is a cousin 
 of William Jennings Bryan. Ed L. Dunn is in the law 
 practice. Martin J. Bentley, ex-Indian agent at Shawnee, 
 William F. Young, connected with the Oklahoma Constitu- 
 tional convention, is in the real estate business. Charley 
 Reickard and Tom Dolph, recently of the Grand Avenue 
 hotel, have a hotel on East Sixth street. Bill Rogers, ex- 
 high school student who did amateur stunts at the Metropol- 
 itan, now Palace when Wayne Campbell was playing leads, 
 has a movie studio at Hollywood. Jack and Will Green, 
 ex-restaurant men, in the wall paper business; Jack was 
 republican candidate for the legislature, primaries 1920. 
 J. E. Green, no relation to Will and Jack, ex-realty man, in 
 the same line. Oklahoma Bob Albright, known in musicial 
 and footlight circles; in charge of the Pantages theatre in 
 company with his father and brother Frank. F. L. Ward, 
 recently on the .state capitol force. B. W. Warwick, in 
 the hardware line. Dr. T. F. Ratlidge, recently connected 
 with Dr. Carver as a chiropractor. Mr. Ruel Haskell, r., 
 recently received a photo of T. F. as he looked through the 
 jail bars for practicing without a license. Mrs. W. H. L. 
 ("Swamp") Campbell, whose husband was first clerk of the 
 supreme court under statehood. Mrs. D. M. Smith, wife of 
 D. M. Smith, of the mail service, brother of Capt. A. W. 
 Smith, is in the medical practice at San Francisco. Lester 
 Gum, brother of Eugene, of the Colcord, and of Mrs. E. A. 
 Pritchard, of the Public Service Magazine. Harry Osborn, 
 from McAlester, at Avelon, Catalina Island. Lon Long- 
 well, from McAlester, at Los Angeles. C. M. Jones and 
 Judge J. W. Hocker. John Eastman and his brother-in- 
 law, J. N. Hoeffer. Miss Edith Johnson of the State 
 School Land department, 2539 Pico street, in main offices 
 of Los Angeles street line railroad. Mrs. Ida M. Schobridge 
 at 231 E Avenue; G. W. Grace at 911 South Main. George 
 W. Parsons at 625 South VanNuys. Chas. F. Simons at 
 200 E. Avenue 51. Frank Boazman, pioneer wholesale and 
 retail jeweler. Mrs. Otto McPheters, daughter of N. B. 
 White of Oklahoma City, at 654 60th street, the family of 
 Dr. Higgins who skinned J. C. Adams out of the claim 
 which includes the ground where the court house now stands. 
 Fred H. Reed, C. I. Smock, C. F. Ziegler, Chas. Hotchkiss, 
 A. J. Regress, John Carson, Mrs. Joe Heim, mother of Al- 
 bert Heim of the State Health department. 
 Ed Cook, one of the founders of the First National Jb'aink, 
 at Long Beech; A. L. Frick, Chas F. Taylor, C. O. Russell, 
 A. L. Frick, Chas. F. Taylor, C. O. Russell, Fred H. Reed, 
 C. L. Smocs, C. F. Ziegler, Chas. Hotchkiss, A. J. Kegress, 
 John Carson, Mrs. Joe Heim, mother of Albert Heim of the 
 State Health department. 
 
 Mr. C. E. Wilson, whose father was the first marshal of 
 Enid, O'"da., and who was killed in a duel wherein Re- 
 ceiver Patterson of the government land office was also 
 "filled, J. L. Isenberg of the Enid Wave being mixed up in 
 the tragedy. Isenberg is also a citizen of Los Angeles, 
 while Junior Wilson is on the Los Angeles Evening Herald. 
 Hon. Roy J. Williams, ex-educator, newspaper man and 
 Oklahoma legislator, now on a fruit farm near Anheim. 
 Mrs. J. W. McNeal, recently of Tulsa, is now in Long 
 Beech. (Joe McNeal, as he was famiriarly called, was the 
 pioneer banker of Guthrie, moving to Tulsa where he en- 
 gaged in the banking business until his death two years ago. 
 
 Joe Lone, ex-Oklahoma Cityan, now owns the 
 army and navy store, or "The Little Department Store," at 
 San Pedro. 
 
 Other Oklahoma Cityans scattered over California in- 
 clude: Mrs. Virginia E. Sutton, first teacher in Oklahoma 
 county, organizer and first president of the '89ers, in charge 
 of Oklahoma exhibit at San Francisco, 1915, has a neat 
 cottage on West California, Pasadena, where Mrs. John 
 
 Brandenburg, sister of Governor J. B. A. Robertson, also 
 resides. Charley Reynolds whose brother carries the keys 
 to the Elks' hall at San Diego. Judge Jesse Dunn, in the 
 law practice at Oakland. Miss Edith Allen Phelps, for a 
 number of years in charge of the Carnegie Library, is in 
 the same line of work at Pasa Roubles. Her father, Col. 
 John E. Phelps, being at the Soldiers' Home in Sawtell, 
 having served in the Union army as cavalry colonel during 
 the entire rebellion, his brother John S. Phelps having 
 served as governor of Missouri. J. H. McCartney, at San 
 Diego. W. H. Sadler, deputy under Sheriff O'Brien, at 
 Gardena. Fred Doolin, recently of the postal service, postal 
 clerk at Fresno. J. H. Christman, ex-Buick dealer, is at 
 Long Beech in the same line. Owen, brother of Rees Parry, 
 in the loose-leaf printing business, has a little patch near 
 Hollywood where he keeps a bee and a fritter tree, and 
 the only species of ducks giving milk. J. A. Matthews, 
 son of Commissioner of State Charities, at Big Tree in the 
 Edison Electric service. Dr. U. L. Russell at Hollywood. 
 W. T. S. Hunt, a member of the Oklahoma Constitutional 
 Convention, is at Hollywood. Tom Has-iett, at San Diego. 
 Judge W. H. Scott, who in early days kept a number of 
 prominent newspaper men like Charley Barrett, Elmer 
 Brown, Frank McMasters and Jack Burke, and Sheriff 
 Fightmaster in jail for saying saucy things about him, in 
 Oakland trying to wor kup a movie enterprise. W. B. Lee- 
 craft, brother of State Treasurer Col. R. N. Leecraft, is 
 county registrar at Santa Anna. Another brother, Albert 
 C., is with the First National Bank at Oakland, while a 
 cousin also resides there. J. H. Linn who owns considerable 
 business property in Oklahoma City including a business 
 block on Second street, is at Long Beech. R. A. Bowles, 
 brother of A. M. Bowls, of the Bowls Printing house, is 
 Southern Pacific Engineer at Newman. Nate Downer, at 
 Long Beech. John D. I.angford, ex-state land commis- 
 sioner, at Alhambra. M. L. Blackwelder, father of Guy, 
 recently in the city government, at Alhambra. Thomas A. 
 Samson, from Muskogee, and W. R. Gilbert, from Duncan, 
 in the law practice at Lon Angeles. Mr. Haskett, now at 
 San Diego. Mrs. Frank Chilcott, sister-in-law of our Bob 
 Chilcott of Guthrie, in Los Angeles, as olso is her son 
 John, and Bob's sister, Miss Lillian Chilcott. R. M. Chil- 
 cott has been with the Bartlett Loan and Realty company 
 so long that to mention the time would be a give-away on 
 his age, and he is still active in that line at Guthrie. Alex 
 and Florence Adler from Guthrie, at Los Angeles. Judge 
 Brownwood Bell, first judge of the county at Sayre, near 
 Los Angeles where his father-in-law Wm. Logner also re- 
 sides. O. B. Keith, a former political entity of Oklahoma 
 City, in Los Angeles. Sherman Evans, brother-in-law to 
 Hon. Wm. Grimes, at Long Beech. Mrs. Joe W. McNeil 
 from Tulsa, at Long Beech. Mr. McNeal founded the Na- 
 tional Bank of Commerce in Guthrie 'at the 1889 opening 
 where he resided until statehood, being the republican nom- 
 inee for governor vs. Lee Cruce; he moved to Tulsa after 
 statehood and founded the First National Bank there, dying 
 about three years ago. He was for many years treasurer 
 of the Oklahoma Historical society. Harvy Winebrenner, 
 recently on the faculty of the Tonkawa Preparatory school, 
 in the art department of the Long Beech College. Mr. 
 Winebrenner was born in Oklahoma, and was the first one 
 ot turn out a piece of stucco sculpture, bust of Professor 
 Murdaugh, ex-president of Central Normal at Edmond, 
 which he generously presented to the Oklahoma Historical 
 society. Arch W. Anderson, from Enid, is in Los Angeles, 
 as is also Spencer H. Allen, a former druggist of Enid. Jno. 
 C. T. Moore, father of Judge Charles Mooi;e of Oklahoma 
 City, is in Ventura, county clerk reporter, formerly of Enid. 
 Jack Burke who founded the Norman Transcript, and who 
 did service for talking saucy about Judge W. H. Scott, 
 with numerous others, now enjoying life "intents" on the 
 San Diego beech. Ed Shields, ex-sheriff of Garfield county. 
 Prof. Hightower, ex-superintendent of school at Altus, 
 teaching in Los Angeles. M. M. McCord, ex-druggist of 
 Enid, at Long Beech where Sam Murgen, ex-grain man and 
 Sherman Stanwurd of Enid, also resides. Tom Mix, once 
 
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 HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 marshal of Bartlesville, has a movie plant of his own at 
 Mixville, just out from Los Angeles. Ed T. Reid, ex-court 
 cler'i of Oklahoma City, resides in Los Angeles. J. A. 
 Matthews, son of W. H. Matthews, state charities commis- 
 sioner, is now at Big Tree in the service of the Edison 
 Electric company. Mrs. D. M. Smith, wife of D. M. Smith 
 of the mail service in Oklahoma City, now in Los Angeles, 
 while a brother of Mr. Smith, Captain A. W. Smith, is in 
 the medical practice at San Francisco. Dr. U. L. Russell 
 from Oklahoma City, now in Hollywood. Carson Albert 
 and Florence Adler from Guthrie. George Noble from Mc- 
 Alester,, father of Wm. Noble of the State Industrial Com- 
 mission, 7538 East Washington, Los Angeles. E. A. Stahl- 
 naker, surveyor of Kingfisher county in territorial days, is 
 in Los Angeles. Captain J. W. DeFord, one of the found- 
 ers of Chandler and a member of the Oklahoma legislature 
 from Lincoln county, is in Los Angeles. Hon. Wm. Grimes, 
 first United States territorial marshal, territorial secretary 
 at time of statehood, and chairman of the territorial and 
 national republican committee, president Loan and Trust 
 company, at Alhambra, where he also owns a small planta- 
 tion with a high-board partitiion between him and the little 
 farm owned by our own Little Giant Dennis O'Flynn, to 
 keep their cats on their own side of the shinney. L)on 
 Whorton, founder of the Guthrie Democrat at the 1889 
 opening, of the Perry Sentinel at the 1893 strip opening, 
 and for ten years president of the Oklahoma Historical So- 
 ciety, lives on a fruit and chicken farm adjoining Gardena, 
 where "ye" enjoyed a most agreeable afternoon with the 
 genial Lon and his amiable wife and daughter, Mrs. Frank 
 Brandenburg, sister of Harry Lowe from Tulsa, in the 
 garage business at Palms, where J. E. Gates, also from 
 Tulsa, is a leading grocer, surrounded by his good family. 
 H. A. Bell, brother of A. M. Bell of Shamrock, is in the 
 cigar and tobacco business at 61 South Sixth street, San 
 Diego. Acknowledgement is made of many courtesies from 
 Mr. Bell while in the lower harbor city. 
 
 W. B. Leecraft, brother of Col. R. N. Leecraft, state 
 treasurer of Oklahoma, at Santa Anna; Walter Seibert from 
 Oklahoma City, Southern Pacific engineer at San Jose 
 where his father also resides. Joe Long, fancy merchan- 
 dise, San Pedro; Thomas Bullock, lumberman, Somers; Ed 
 A. King, early pioneer of Kingfisher, Pacific Grove; J. H. 
 Vosburg, ex-bookey and supply man of Oklahoma City, 
 Porterville; Glenn Sipes, son of Hon Jasper Sipes, president 
 Oklahoma Historical Society, San Diego. W. B. Leecraft, 
 brother of Col. R. N. Leecraft, state treasurer and member 
 of the Oklahoma Historical Society, Santa Anna City reg- 
 istrar. Harry Scott, Avalon. C. E. Morris, ex-member 
 State Board of Affairs, attorney for Pacific Electric. Mr. 
 Ballard of Oklahoma City property interests, Long Beech. 
 Gerald Bender, Chickasha oil man, Long Beech. Jack Car- 
 man, Chickasha ex-saloon and restaurant man, Long Beech. 
 Photographer Vreeland of Enid, San Diego. Charley Rey- 
 nolds, whose brother carries the keys of the Oklahoma City 
 Elks Hall, San Diego. Oakland Judge W. H. Scott, en- 
 deavoring to organize a movie scheme. It was Judge Scott 
 who as a Cleveland appointee on the bench of Oklahoma 
 kept up county expense feeding various editors and officials 
 through jail gates. Prof. Getzinger, from the State Uni- 
 versity, Berkley (University of California). El Center 
 John C. Bitter, Fresno. James Burns, ex-clerk of King- 
 fisher county; Fred Doolin, postal clerk; Elanor Dolde, 
 brother of A. C. Dolde, clerk U. S. Court, Guthrie, Long 
 Beech. (In Revenue service at Monrovia for years). E. C. 
 Clemens, hardware man, Long Beech. John E. Carson, 
 Long Beech; Fred J. S. Smith, San Barnadino Savings 
 Ba-nk. J. A. Peyton, Hollywood. George E. Marsh, Long 
 Beech. Frank A. Miller, manager Street Railway and Mis- 
 sion Inn, Riverside. James A. Mead, Passadino. L. A. 
 Gillespie, Hollywood. Thomas F. Bullard, Connors. J. S. 
 Jennings, San Diego. Lester, brother of Eugene P. Gum 
 and of Mrs. E. D. Pritchard of the Public Service Magazine, 
 Oklahoma City. Henry Crosby, whose sons conduct numer- 
 ous drug houses in Oklahoma City. Mrs. Lou (Elmer) 
 Houton of Oklahoma City, Hotel Clark. R. T. Daniels, 
 
 Tulsa, 978 Eden Avenue. Jim and Larry DeeBanks, Guthrie 
 transfer men. George, brother of Wm. a Frederickson of 
 Oklahoma City, in detective service. Finis Fox, from Pur- 
 cell, Metro studio. Mrs. Frank E. Dayton, formerly 
 Blanche Bowman. Mrs. Archer Gibson, formerly Mary 
 Peyton, Brighton Wilkeshire building. J. A. Garland, 
 president Real Estate Board. G. W. Grace, 911 S. Main. 
 W. E. Graham, Tulsa oil man. W. I. R. Gilbert from Dun- 
 can, with Southern Pacific legal department. Mrs. Ella 
 Boyson, 1731 9th Avenue. Charles Graves, first vice-presi- 
 dent Merchants and Farmers' National. Beaumont Haskell, 
 Tulsa oil man, Rooseveltan to a frazzle, with nine lovely and 
 lovable daughters of marriageable age and temper ament. 
 George H. Williams, prominent Shriner. H. M. Hamilton, 
 Tulsa oil man. F. A. Salome, with Salome-Fletcher, Fox- 
 Heller building, San Diego. Hon. Roy J. Williams, ex- 
 educator, ex-newspaper man, ex-member Oklahoma legis- 
 lature, Hollywood. Albert C. Leecraft, brother of Col. R. 
 N. Leecraft, Oakland where a cousin also resides. Russell, 
 E. G., 219 Kerchoff building. Ross, Mrs. J. S., Tulsa, mother 
 of Ayren F. Ross of the State Auditor's office. Reedy, H. 
 R., from Oklahoma City. Reed, Fred E., 808 Syndicate 
 building. Schobridge, Ida M., 231 E. Avenue. Smock, W. 
 H., formerly with Bank of Commerce, Oklahoma City, presi- 
 dent Trust and Savings Bank. Stone, Duke, attorney. 
 Stahlnaker, E. A., ex-surveyor of Kingfisher county, in com. 
 business, 1020 E. 6th. Simmons, Chas. E., 2000 E Ave. 51. 
 Seay, Ralph, nephew of late ex-governor A. J. Seay who 
 died in Los Angeles some years ago. Tighlman, Hon. Wm., 
 early day United States Marshal of Oklahoma, ex-member 
 legislature from Lincoln county, late chief of police, Okla- 
 homa City, now leader in "Last of the Oklahoma Outlaws," 
 his own production. Thorn, Ed., ex-Oklahoma City realty 
 man. Wm. Taylor, 430 W. 9th. Watchman, E., ex-Tulsa 
 oil man. Lengley, Bert, from Tulsa. Little, H. M., assist- 
 ant manager Electric Pacific. McConnell, R. N., formerly 
 with Hon. Wm. Grimes as assistant secretary territory at 
 Guthrie. McMillan, Chas., general manager elm$rlc rail- 
 way. McPheters, Mrs. Otto, daughter of D. M. White of 
 Oklahoma City, 654 E. 60th. Montgomery, Alfred, ex- 
 Tulsa painter," 1246 W. 48tb. Moms, E. E., Pactific Rail- 
 way attorney, 670 S. Main. N.ewbury, T. E., 3rd vice-presi- 
 dent Farmers and Merchants National. Noble, George, 
 brother Wm. Noble of the State Industrial Commission, 7538 
 W. Washington. Peck, W. L., ex-realties in Oklahoma 
 City, 1909 Taft Avenue. Pickering, O. E., prominent in 
 lodge wor'i. Russell, Vivian, formerly Lulu Garrison, sister 
 of ex-mayor Ed Overholser of Oklahoma City, and founder 
 of the Overholser theater. Russell, A. A., from Tulsa, 
 miniature painter at 153 E. 15th. George H. Williams. 
 Al J. Jennings, democratic candidate for county attorney, 
 then for governor, author of "Beating Back" movie, and his 
 brother John D., attorney. 
 
 At Los Angeles Mrs. C. M. Caine, sister of D. W. 
 Steer, an Oklahoma City restaurant man. G. H. Griffith, 
 who established the first bank at Lone Wolf, brother-in- 
 law of H. A. Kroeger of Oklahoma City. Mrs. William 
 Wimm, special friend of Mr. Leo M. Flick of Oklahoma 
 City. G. A. Parsons at 630 Van Nuys. H. G. Pearsons 
 and B. A. Brundidge. J. E. Moore from Scullin. C. X. 
 Johnson, ex-president Oklahoma-CaliforniaAssociation. J. 
 I. Choate and Fred McNabb, ex-secretaries of the associa- 
 tion, the latter recently moved! to Arizona. Bernard Pot- 
 ter, native of Missouri, lawyer, Brighton Apartments, Wilk- 
 shire Boulevard, was delegate to the divorce congress in 
 Washington city, 1906; prominent in Masonic club circles. 
 H. H. Smock, last territorial bank commissioner; officer of 
 the Security Trust and Savings Bank. M. S. Gilbert, Black- 
 well banker in territorial days. Frank Gillespie, Tulsa 
 jeweler, one of the wealthiest of Oklahoma oil men. 
 
 A. T. Schwartz, Granite merchant. Edmund Franz, 
 brother of Ex-Governor Frank Franz, democratic candi- 
 date for congress in 1908, at the time Frank was republican 
 candidate for governor, Mr. Franz built the Franz Hotel 
 in Enid. A. C. Farmer, who organized the Lincoln Invest- 
 ment Company in company with Frazier, Johnson and 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 13 
 
 others, and who built the Poor Prophet Home near Okla- 
 homa City. Will Stokes, Okeene merchant, at San Bernar- 
 dino. George Wilson, Alva real estate man, Alhambra; 
 John Witten, who owns 1,000 acres of land near Altus, 
 San Diego. Jack Reno, early hotel man at Mangum, San 
 Diego. J. A. Hunter, Mangum merchant, Pasadena. George 
 Stiles, Geary merchant, Yuma. F. A. Grosse of the Okla- 
 homa City Construmtion Company, at Hollywood, where 
 ie owns numerous cottages. 
 
 George Black, early Tolagon, later attorney in Okla- 
 homa City, then in the Tulsa oil game. J. B. Ferguson, 
 early-day lawyer at Kingfisher, later a banker at Enid, at 
 San Diego. Tom Gilchrist and H. S. Walling, wealthy 
 Tulsa oil men, at Long Beach. Mr. Helig, at one time 
 connected with the Cadillac, Oklahoma City, in the same 
 business at Los Angeles. Mr. Harris, at one time manager 
 of the Egbert Hotel in Oklahoma City, in charge of the 
 Skyler at Long Beach. Charles L. Chandler, native of 
 Iowa, lawyer, residence at Glendale near Los Angeles. J. 
 H. Fletcher and D. M. Massey from southwest Oklahoma, 
 at Selma. T. W. Cowdrick and Ed Sylvester, at Spring- 
 ville. Cook L. Smith, recent oil king at Muskogee, later of 
 Colorado, at San Bernardino. Eli Brown, recently in the 
 wholesale grocery business in Oklahoma City; Frank C. 
 Cook, early political wheel-horse of the Washita, who ran 
 a paper at Cloud Chief until they lost the county seat to 
 Cordell, when he moved to Oklahoma City and attempted 
 to break into the legislature as a republican when that 
 party was shy on votes. W. E. Nations, Albert Stoner, 
 Glendale; Leo Jackson, Whittier. 
 
 On The Homeward Trail 
 
 The first layover on the return trip was for a night at 
 Maracopa. Although a junction point with perhaps five 
 miles of side-track, the town consists exclusively of a water 
 tank, a depot and a hotel, with not even a garden patch, 
 not a foot of land for miles in every direction where the 
 hand of hupsbandry ever touched not a furrow, but one 
 broad continent of sage brush. From here a side-trip was 
 taken to Phoenix, capital of Arizona. While there we had 
 the pleasure of a long visit with Governor Thomas E.. 
 Campbell whose lineage doves in with the writer's, his house- 
 hold being of the Eastern branch. His brother John H is 
 a member of the board of regents of the state educational 
 institutions including the University at Tucson, his as- 
 sociates on the regency being Messrs. R. B. Orndorf, once 
 owner of the hotel of that name; Harry W. Lowe, J. R. 
 Gates, A. B. Bandeen, with A. C. Held as president. The 
 State Library, State Historical Society, Indian School, and 
 chamber of commerce were also visited points, where the 
 many courtesies extended calls for merited acknowledg- 
 ment. At the Indian School we were taken an automobile 
 jaunt over the grounds and taken through the various 
 buildings. Mr. J. B. Brov/n, the superintendent, was for 
 years connected with the Union Indian agency at Muskogee. 
 
 The second stop-over after leaving Los Angeles was 
 at Tucson, the ancient pueblo of the Salt River Valley. 
 Seat of Arizona government until statehood when the en- 
 abling act designated Phoenix as the capital. Tucson is 
 now a beautiful city, and counts in its assets many ancient 
 landmarks, including old missions, one built in 1600, another 
 in 1777. The old territorial capitol, University of Cali- 
 fornia, a historical society, a beautiful park, intervening 
 between the depot and the main city a park margined with 
 a wide spread of ground vines, inside of this, a magin line 
 of tall trimmed pines towering fifty to seventy-five feet 
 high. Still inside of this a thieVset hedge of blooming 
 magnolias in which the Spanish umbrella tree, the pepper 
 and other tropical shrubs mingle. The park is well pathed 
 with cement walks through plots of green sward, and in the 
 center spraying fountain in a circle reservoir. Street cars 
 reach out in different directions. While here the Traveler 
 made his home at the Orndorf as guest of Landlord J. F. 
 
 Whorton, who assigned him a large room on the second 
 floor. This room is 20 feet square with windows reaching 
 to the ceiling, 11 feet, and overlooking the main thorough- 
 fares of the city. This room is kept especially for chosen 
 guests. In this General Fremont made headquarters, as 
 also did Gen. Nelson A. Miles, Col. Bill Cody, Col. Bryan 
 and other eminents. The entire furniture settings is the 
 same as that in Fremont's day. The writer promised to 
 send a framed photo to hang on the old historic 
 walls. Mr. Whorton is by no means a snob of the East, nor 
 
 The Orndorff Mr. and Mrs. Wharton 
 
 a tenderfoot. He has been over the world somewhat and 
 lived an active and varigated career. An Easterner by 
 birth, he made himself usefully known in various fields in- 
 cluding which was as a Washington correspondent. His 
 father was quite prominent in political circles in his day, 
 being close to President Lincoln and a member of his po- 
 litical houhehold. In early manhood Landlord Whorton 
 caught the small wee whispering call of the wild and came 
 west where he purchased the Orndorf. He is that genial 
 and mixer class that commends itself to western tastes, 
 and by his ever-bland welcome has become a favorite with 
 tourists and the traveling public in general, as well as being 
 held in high esteem by his home-people. Mr. Orndorff 
 who in the 40's overhauled the old Phillips and re-vhrist- 
 ened it from the Phillips to the present name, is now prom- 
 inent in business circles and in on the board of regency 
 of state institutions with other "eminents." The Orndorf 
 was first built in 1777 when the now great city was just 
 budding into a Pueblo, when the friars were in command. 
 Subsequently gone over in 1849. It was originally called 
 the Phillips; next, the Commercial, then changed to the 
 Orndorf by which name it now goes. 
 
 Tucson has a historical collection with Mr. Roulholtz 
 in charge, who has gathered in a creditable collection of 
 historic matter pertaining: mostly to Arizona and the Salt 
 Valley region, lobrary being housed in an ample room. 
 Mr. Roulholtz is an old newspaper man who has taken 
 the Keeley cure against that profession and devotes his 
 time to the work in hand, and that without salary or fe. 
 Arizona could well afford to make a small donation for 
 carrying on this work which if neglected will in the future 
 be regretted. 
 
 Where the Lid Has Never Been On 
 
 During the lay-over at El Paso, a brief visit was made 
 across the Rio Grande to Juarez on the border-land of 
 Mexico. It was Sunday morning, and as a passport was 
 essential and none to be procured on this day, the Traveler 
 had to resort to his fund of risk. Boarding a trolly car, 
 the bridge was crossed, and on the other side a Mexician 
 officer in rich uniform boarded to take up passports. When 
 the Traveler was reached and he met the earnest, solemn 
 and determined, yet pleasant face of that officer, he made 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 the venture. "Passport, please, senior," said the officer with 
 a polite bow and natural smile. Assuming a bold front, a 
 folder card with address and business on one side and a 
 portrait of the Traveler on the other was handed him. 
 The officer examined the card, the portrait and then care- 
 fully scanned the owner of that card. "The passport, 1 
 senior," repeated the officer again with a bow and .'a 
 smile. At this the Traveler rose, pointing to the card* 
 "That, my friend, is a passport anywhere in the world." 
 The officer evidently in somewhat of a puzzle again scanned 
 first the carded man and then the card. "But this is no 
 passport. It is not signed. Sorry, senior, but you must get 
 off the car and go back. You get passport signed in El 
 Paso tomorrow." The command to "get off the car and go 
 back," came with an earnest irresistible, though with pleas- 
 ing grace. The writer got off, and the officer then passed 
 on through the car to ta'ie up other passports. The Traveler 
 did as commanded: got off the car, went back to El Paso. 
 But not until he had made a tour of the quaint old border 
 Mexican village with its bull ring, its Monte Carlo, the 
 
 My_ Passport- Into_ Juarez, 
 Mexico, Sunday Morning, 
 September 25, 1921. 
 
 W. P. Campbell, Custodian in 
 Charge State Historical So- 
 ciety, Oklahoma City, Okla., 
 
 Publisher of "HISTORIA" 
 
 old St. Miguel church whose grim walls have stood the 
 centuries and whose golden treasures ever sacred, ever 
 under close vigilance, too sacred for vulgar eyes are still 
 kept under religious vigilance. In Jaurez everything 
 is wide open from peanuckle to Monte Carlo and bull fights, 
 with a saloon on almost every corner and in between 
 Several of these were visited and in one a draught of real 
 beer with a real broncho kick in it. Every resort was 
 crowded and each doing a get-rich-quick business. Just 
 across the bridge lies El Paso with its 90,000 thirsty throats, 
 only six cents to Paradise where the elixir of the gods 
 fl-ows in endless streams, and where you can shake a pair o' 
 dice without fear of the festive cop. So has the -old town 
 an outside limitless field from which to draw and thrive 
 all the vast bone-dry regions of Texas, Arizona, New 
 Mexico and visitors from every part of the world. While 
 glasses made ceaseless music, and song and jigs and a happy 
 throng was in each resort, the surprise at the utmost good 
 order prevailing. Not a drunk man, not a dissolute woman 
 was seen. Most of these saloons are run by Americans, 
 who seem to be the Mexican's bane. Some of these, i& is 
 claimed, will sell to a customer as long as he can stand 
 and then kick him out to be cared for by Mexican officers, 
 
 who if the victim is an American, must be handled with 
 gloves under menace of the American flag. Sometimes, it 
 Is claimed, the victim will have his pockets skinned before 
 the kicking out process. But with the Mexican bar man 
 it is different. One sufficiently full is refused further drin'j, 
 and if too far steeped his money is taken from him and 
 religiously kept until he sobers up. Mexicans claim that 
 too many Americans are domineering, and full of 
 vain boasts, take all kinds of license and shield under the 
 American flag, even on a foreign shore. Ex-Governor 
 Lee Crue has a cousin in Juarez who owns and controls 
 one of the biggest saloons in the town. This cousin takes 
 pride in referring to his "cousin Senior LaCruse, governor 
 segund les Stades Oklahoma les United Stades." 
 
 The Traveler visited El Paso and Juarez 32 years ago 
 when with a party of something like one hundred Kansas 
 editors with their own wives or some one's, their sweet- 
 hearts or alone visited Chihuahua. The temptation is great 
 to say many things about that trip, but space forbids. You 
 plant the sprout and it becomes in time a mighty oak. As 
 you watch it daily you do not see it grow. It is only when 
 time intervens between the planting and its growth you then 
 notice the change. So El Paso has grown from a mere 
 place at the foot of the higher hills, a desert of sand with 
 only cactus to relieve the dearth; now a teeming city of 
 90,000 thrifty people, with a complement of fine homes, 
 beautiful parks and sky-scraper business marts. Where the 
 rig brick Hotel Campbell with its modern furnishings now 
 r.tands then stood the only hotel, a small one-story frame. 
 There were sidewalks, no paving, no street-lights sand, 
 sand, through which you had to plod, and goggle your eyes 
 to keep out the sand-blow. 
 
 So has Juarez grown, though not as has El Paso, just 
 across the border line Rio Grande in Texas. But from 
 a mere post with a few squatty adobes, it is now a real 
 Mexican city of thrift and enterprise. Now, those who 
 have lived in these cities ever since that day, and actual]}' 
 contributed to the great changes, did not see them grow 
 whereas those who have not seen them since that day, and 
 naturally holding them still in prospect as they appeared 
 of yore, is overwhelmed at the wonderful improvements, the 
 wonderful strides in the trail after commercial and home- 
 comfort supremacy. While El Paso is the great commercial 
 center; Juarez, being so near the border, accessible by trol- 
 ley, automobile, and even on foot just across the Rio 
 Grande as border line with its foot and railroad bridges 
 just this brief span between the Blue laws and a saloon 
 on every corner and 
 
 At El Paso a most delightful season was spent at the 
 home of Miss 7/ora and Florence Hutzell on West Boule- 
 vard, and which included a delicious "home-made" banquet. 
 The Hutzells were neighbors back in Wamego, Kansas, 
 when Zora and Florence were mere children, now grown 
 to beautiful and eharminjr womanhood. Their brother Fey- 
 ette, who learned the printing: art with the Traveler on his 
 old Wamego Reporter, is in Los Angeles, where a number 
 of pleasant hours were exhausted with him conning over 
 old Kansas times. 
 
 Another pleasant feature of the El Paso lay-over was a 
 visit to the Texas Turquoise company where Mrs. A. D. 
 Hudson is in charge, extended unstinted courtesies, and 
 bestowed a number of polished gems and other specimens 
 of stone jewels one of which consisted of a vial full of 
 turquoise sets from the El Paso mines controlled by this 
 firm, which, however, in some way got lost. But the spirit 
 promting the contribution is appreciated as much as though 
 it had not gotten away. This firm is one of the most ex- 
 tensive dealers in gems in the west, as well as among the 
 longest established, having occupied their present quarters 
 for over fifteen years. Anyone having stones to polish or 
 who wishes to purchase anything in the gem line need not 
 hesitate to place their order, either in person or by mail, 
 with this unquestionably reliable firm. 
 
HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 16 
 
 Romance of the Train Chapter II. 
 
 Her complexion was fair. 
 With dark flowing hair; 
 Of Ilion a delicate strain. 
 And I ne'er shall forget, 
 Till life's star is set. 
 The sweet little girl 
 I met on the train. 
 
 Her voice soft and low. 
 With a musical flow, 
 Frank, and yet void is of vain, 
 And I ne'er shall forget, 
 Till life's star shall set. 
 The sweet little girl. 
 I met on the train. 
 
 A change from the Santa Fe to the Rock Island at 
 Tucumcari involves a lay-over from noon until early twi- 
 light. When a few miles out from the station the Traveler 
 has his cheeks buried in his hands, elbows 
 on the open window sill as he gazes off 
 into the smoky distance, his mind for the 
 moment in the midst of nil. To the south 
 a broken ring of hazy light circles about 
 the low swinging moon, and off in the 
 early twilight a dorsel of golden drapery 
 lays the boundry of drowsy day, where 
 purple blends with crimson and sunset 
 arrows shoot up in spindles of fiery glow, 
 merging in the silver of higher skies, as 
 the fair goddess of evening rides the 
 star-gemmed car of night, all con- 
 spiring in an enthralling scene. 
 
 Bewildering charm of sunset shades, 
 Where Clymene bathes the panoply of night 
 In a shower of golden spray; 
 Transfixed we stand, at the wondrous sight 
 Amazed, and lost in reverie. 
 
 Gradually the skies darken and spread out in a crystal 
 expanse over which stars keep vigil reflecting diamond 
 lusters on the gently waving mirror below. Beyond the 
 utmost rim of this liquid sheen two forms in the drapery of 
 light rise up pale shades that move without force. Then 
 slowly the waters sink, swallowed by the thirsty sands. And 
 short way again may be seen two forms rise up from the 
 mirage main like ghosts in shrouds of airy white. One dis- 
 plays in faint outline a velvet crown, and a corsage front of 
 crimson that reflects vague purple, and spangles that mock 
 the gleaming settings on the mirage sands. The vision 
 passes, and the Traveler draws within from the window, 
 rubs his eyes a moment as if arousing from a sleep. Rises, 
 stretches, and strives to regain self, then languidly drops 
 into the seat, turns face to the rear, resting his chin on 
 the seat back. A few seats farther bac's may be noticed 
 two figures, whose attire proclaims them as females, their 
 backs to the Traveler. One is leaning against the side cas- 
 ing of the window, evidently in the land of doze, her face 
 shaded with her hand. The other's face is nestled in the 
 bosom of the first described. Again he wonders in swift 
 fancy as 
 
 The mind once more takes capricious flight, 
 Hither and thither on pinions of light, 
 A spirit flirting from place to place, 
 Overcoming time and space. 
 
 Again to the scene in the car on the way out, the story 
 of the struggles in the flood, the rescue, Mrs. Gab and Mr. 
 Drum, and the woman with seal brown hat, and the parting 
 scene at Palmer Lake. Then shifting to the present he is 
 on the window end of the rearward seat. Nestled on his 
 bosom is Veva, though somewhat changed in atttire, her 
 hair no longer in flowing waves, but hanging in a braid 
 down her back. Notwithstanding the more modern attire 
 
 and style in hair arrangement there is slight disappointment 
 it is not she whom he met on the way out. And a moment 
 he inadvertantly gazes out; then on turning he finds him- 
 self looking down into not the changed countenance, but 
 responsive to wish it is the face of Veva the Veva he met 
 on the outgoing way, with flowing hair and beaded head- 
 band. And looks up so fondly shy as two white-gowned 
 arms again encircle his neck, and as faces rearward: 
 "Would it be wrong for Veva?" That moment! Eternity 
 of bliss 1 Lingering charm of sweetened chrism! 
 
 It is well in the night and occupants of the coach have 
 stretched each in the embrace of noiseless sleep, not a 
 single snore. Outside all nature seems hushed in the be- 
 witching sorcery of night, save low soft murmur of a 
 threading stream lulling to slumber the indolent winds. 
 Off in the near distance rise the sparsely wooded hills where 
 velvet shadows dance in baton time to tuneful leaves. Skirt- 
 ing the foothills a crystal lake over which a miriad of saltant 
 stars dance in arial reels reflecting in shimering mirage in 
 the glassy depths like lighted tapirs in a buried world. Just 
 that silence of awe that tempts the keeper of the poppy cave 
 to venture forth. The Traveler endeavors to brush away 
 intruding reveries, and finally joins the other occupants in 
 the kindly folds of sweet sleep in which the truant mind 
 takes license with the resting body to stray once more in 
 vision paths. Returns once more the scenes of the outward 
 way. But with the broad light and the waking sleepers the 
 truant mind returns and the Traveler is himself again. 
 
 But as the fickle matron of the s'sies, 
 From her chariot a moment designs to halt, 
 To bathe the Traveler's brow with tears, 
 Nor sorrow, but joy, exultant in her conquest, 
 Over receptive victims of her amorous jest, 
 Mounts again, and scales the gilded bars, 
 Nor further reckons the sleepers idle fears, 
 Who wakes to find love's realm a habitless vault. 
 A sudden lurch of the car arouses him, as it also does 
 fort he brushes away the reverie, faces toward the erstwhile 
 the sleeping twain to the rear of him. With successful ef- 
 sleepers to rear, who by this time have faced about and se- 
 cured comfortabzle positions, though reversed. 
 
 A moment he gazes abstractly down at the two women, 
 then a moment as if searching his mind. 
 Can all this be real? 
 "Or does some wierd deception 
 O'er the sense prevail? 
 
 The Traveler arouses from sweet reverie with slight 
 self-reprove, and dismissing the intruder returns to the 
 realm of sober reason. But inadvertantly he casts optics 
 to the rear just as the mysterious twain straighten from 
 their brief rest. He has involuntarily sauntered back as the 
 twain reverse positions, they cast their vision about and an 
 expression of surprise, then of amazement as their eyes meet 
 those of the Traveler. Then a reason of mutual recognition. 
 The Traveler is motioned to take the seat in front, the trio 
 thus visa vi. For a time three faces bend over the narrow 
 chasm until their brows almost meet and for some time 
 there are low voices mingling in recitals, in eafch other's 
 past, where bitter and sweet have mingled. But it were 
 better to lower the valance until * * * 
 
 After arriving home a letter came in a white envelope 
 with Amarillo postmark, and addressed in a fine and delicate 
 hand. Although the Traveler spent some hours in Amarillo, 
 he recalled meeting no female, and this was no doubt the 
 hand of some female. There was a brief parly with self, 
 with more or less recurring visions backward to the past 
 scenes related. Opening the envelope he draws forth e 
 photograph with no sign or indication. But there was no 
 mistake as to its identity. As he crumples the envelope to 
 cast it into the waste he notices a slip of paper adhering to 
 the inside. He takes this out, and there in the same fine and 
 delicate hand "Veva sends picture as she tell you on the car. 
 Maybe sometime you write for Veva. Maybe then you do 
 never any more go way from her." 
 
16 
 
 The itinery included: Kansas, Newton; Colorado, Den- 
 ver, Pueblo; Utah Salt Lake; California, Alhambra. Ava- 
 lon, Balboa Beech, Culver City, Eagle Rock City, Edendale, 
 Gardena, Garavanza, Glendale, Harbor City, Hollywood, 
 Jolla Caves, Los Angeles, Maywood, Mt. Lowe, Mt. Wilson, 
 Mixville, Newport Beech, Pasadena, Palms, Redonda Beech, 
 Riverside, San Pedro, San Gabriel, Harbor, Santa Minco, 
 Sawtell, Sycamore Grove, Venice Beech, Wilmington Beech. 
 On the return: Arizona, Maricopa, Phoenix, Tucson. New 
 Mexico, Tucumcari. Texas, El Paso, Amarillo. Mexico, 
 Juarez. Oklahoma: Texola. 
 
 The route traveled was via the Santa Fe System 
 main line to Pueblo where a side-trip was provided to 
 Denver. From Pueblo to Salt Lake. On the Western Pacific 
 to San Francisco, crossing the Bay from Oakland, a real 
 romantic ' water way, with the beautiful Oakland in the 
 rear, the high rising island of Alameda which is bounded 
 
 Vy the steamer on the way across, and San Francisco 
 v.harfage, and the great city on the higher lands beyond. 
 
 ' From San Francisco on the return via coast line to L'os 
 Angeles and thence via Maricopa and Tucson to El Paso 
 via Southern Pacific, and via Tucumcari, New Mexico, and 
 Amarillo, Texas, crossing the Texas-Oklahoma border at 
 Texola. With the exception of a few miles through Eastern 
 Colorado the line is never out of a valley the entire way 
 going and coming; scarcely a cut or fill, and very few 
 bridges and culverts. This makes the way a safer one 
 with delays and accidents to the minimum. And yet, 
 do not for a moment think the route a monotonous one 
 nor too swift for ample observation, the speed being an 
 average of not to exceed thirty miles an hour, with but few 
 stops; however, it makes up for lac's of "cannon ball" speed. 
 For on either .side of the iron trail the entire way rise up 
 from foothills' the great mountain ranges with their vari- 
 gated brown and green serrate combs and Babel-towering 
 peaks, sometimes in rubbing distance, then in the farther 
 smoky reaches. Thus is the way a continuous route of 
 scenic shift of beauty and dazzling wonder. And, too, you 
 vill find everyone connected with the train service the soul 
 of politeness and pains-taking in looking after the comfort 
 of tourists. If you have never before visited the Pacific, 
 Historia feels free to commend this route. Round-trips en- 
 title to a stop-over at any point on the way. 
 
 In going from Oklahoma to California and return one 
 will be surprised at the vast domain he will see from his 
 window of untamed valley lands, with as latent promise as 
 any land the plow ever disturbed. He will also be surprised 
 at the extent of lands never touched by the hand of hus- 
 bandry. It is safe to say that from Los Angeles until the 
 Texas" Panhandle he will look out upon not less than 200,- 
 000,000 acres of this untamed land sufficient to home 
 every homeless head of family in the United States. Why 
 is all this? Can it be that this semi-continent of latent 
 luxury is owned by vast landed interests and held at such 
 figures as to make a home unattainable by the man of small 
 means? True, the rivers and streams are but rivers and 
 streams of sand over which water never flows. But there is 
 scarcely an acre where water cannot be reached at a depth 
 of ten to thirty, or forty feet at the most, with an inex- 
 haustible underflow. Then why is it permitted to remain 
 untouched by industry? Do rich interests pay a tax on 
 their holdings anywhere in sight of valuations or prices de- 
 manded to the home-seeker? If not, why? Do they so 
 Historia his speech on the "American Oven Shop will 
 control legislatures as to throttle laws compelling them to 
 pay at least a mede of taxes? Do they control courts to 
 render decisions making them immune? Would they hold 
 this domain from market if laws compelled them to pay a tax 
 on a valuation of say only one-tenth of their asking price? 
 Will ihc homeless man, the homeless woman ever learn that 
 no one has a single right without asserting it; without as- 
 sering it; without the gift to maintain that right? Don'<t 
 say the homeless do not want homes. Give the Historia man 
 a concession of say ten to fifteen thousand acres of this 
 land in compact form as convenient, in reachable terms, and 
 
 he promises that within ninety days he can organize ,. 
 colony of fifty heads of families each with two to five thou- 
 sand dollars and willing hands who will dare the life of the 
 wild to make a home, to make this land which now sprouts 
 nothing but sage-brush and cactus bloom with flowers, groan 
 with fruitage and lay green with grains and other vendure. 
 N r ow when you read this, will letters follow after this im- 
 port? 
 
 San Francisco Los Angeles or 
 Headquarters Land Department 
 Publisher Historia, Oklahoma City. 
 
 Dear Sir: I have read your review of California trip 
 from start to finish, and have been much interested, es- 
 pecially in your land suggestions, in defference to which 
 permit me to say that this company will place at your bp- 
 tion amount of lands indicated, and that on such terms that 
 we feel sure you will find reasonable. For any detail we 
 will be pleased to hear from you either in person, by ac. L 
 self on behalf of this company ready and anxious to^o- 
 credited representative, or by correspondence. Holding*^- 
 operate with you on your suggested lines, I am, etc. 
 
 Land Commissioner. 
 
 Mrs. Quinton of Lafayette, Indiana, writes to ".now 
 how the town of Kingfisher was named. There are two 
 versions: One that in an early day two pioneers lived near 
 neighbors on a small stream. One of these pioneers was 
 named King and the other was named Fisher. Each lived 
 on the same small stream. Persons traveling through who 
 happened to camp at Kings would call the stream King 
 Creek. Those who happened to camp with Fisher would call 
 it Fisher Creek. Finally the names were hyphenated into 
 King-Fisher; later the hyphen was dropped. What became 
 of Fisher, Historia is unable to answer, but King subse- 
 quently moved to Evalde, Texas, where he served as deputy 
 sheriff and where he died about twenty years ago. The old 
 house where he lived was at last accounts still standing. 
 A daughter resides at Crystal City, Texas. 
 
 An old provert says that when the cat's away the mice 
 will play. And even so, a few things happened during the 
 Custodian's absence. President Jasper Sipes returned from 
 his extended trip across the pond, full of pleasure-tales of 
 the various points of his itinery, including the land of 
 hether and bag pipes. Vice-President Anton H. Classen 
 absented on a few weeks recreation and rest from the 
 strain of street railway and other duties, leaving our other 
 vice-president, Judge Thomas H. Doyle to do the warrant- 
 signing and claim O. K. amenities. 
 
 Brother Buch, now serving a fourth term in the legis- 
 lature, received an appointment as receiver of the L T nited 
 States land office at Guthrie where he has moved with his 
 family and taken charge of the land office. Wayne Camp- 
 bell stole away for a month's attendance at a college of 
 eminent professors of dramatic art met in convention far an 
 exchange of experiences, observation and ideas, and on his 
 return established a studio on Sixth street with an enthus- 
 Historical Society library and cataloging, secured a more 
 lucrative position at the University, leaving the position 
 vacant. But the Oklahoma Historical Society was found in 
 its usual ship-state of order under the vigilent care of Ma.ior 
 Thoburn and the ever-loyal Miss Edith Rose Keen, with 
 snatched hours when Wayne lent a helping hand, Mrfe, 
 Conlan doing outside work. 
 
 "Suggestion for a movie: Killum, stuttering: J-J-J-ust 
 s-s-eems s-s-s-tart something. (It's catching). Joe 
 L-1-l-etergo, k-k-k-ill." Sis: "Y-y-e-s, B-bb- killy; d-d-do 
 s-s-t-t-tart something" Killum retches and yawns; (it's catch- 
 ing.) Joe yawns, sis yawns, and one by one until the entire 
 gang is in a yawn. 
 
 Hon. Thomas L. Biaton, M. C., from Texas, sends 
 Emancipate the Press" in H. R., July 28, 1921. > 
 
SUPPLEMENT HISTORIA, OCTOBER 1, 1921 
 
 OKLAHOMA HISTORICAL SOCIETY 
 
 Besides those mentioned here, forty-one whom were 
 handed in at the October meeting by Miss Edith R. Keen, 
 every editor who sends his publication is automatically a 
 member, covering every town and city in the State where a 
 newspaper is published; those given covering fifty-three 
 points. Send one dollar and become a member and receivee 
 Historia regularly. 
 
 Life Members Redmond S. Cole, Pawnee; C. J. Phil- 
 lips, Sapulpa; Col. W. H. Hornaday, Guthrie; Hon. Gabe E. 
 Parker, Mus>iogee; Mrs. Rouberta Campbell Lawson, No- 
 wata; Abe Steinberger, Oklahoma City; Rev. J. S. Marrow, 
 Atoka; Dr. Emmet Starr, Oklahoma City; Lincoln McKin- 
 lay, Wichita, Kansas; Lon Whorton, Gardena, California; 
 Mrs. J. F. Swords, Dallas, Texas. 
 
 Annual Memberships 
 
 Alva Mrs. E. W. Snoddy. 
 
 Anadarko M. M. Dunn, C. Ross Hume. 
 
 Antlers J. F. Moyer, H. C. Nash. 
 
 Apache J. W. Hannah. 
 
 Ardmore A. J. Brady, Walter Colbert, C. L. Ellis, 
 Mrs. J. D. Rickey, Mrs. I. A. Fulsom. 
 
 Arlington (Texas) W. J. White. 
 
 Bartlesville Joe Bartles, Ellen H. Miller. 
 
 Blackwell Mart Alverson. 
 
 Boice City Charles J. Margo. 
 
 Browen Bow James Dyer, S. Severson. 
 
 Cache Frank Rush. 
 
 Carnegie Hon. Dan W. Peery. 
 
 Claremore Miss Caroline Eaton. 
 
 Clarita W. M. Dunn. 
 
 Chandler Mrs. J. L. Rittenhause. 
 
 Chickasha Mrs. J. W. Coner, Miss Anna Lewis, Mrs. 
 R. W. Harness, Mrs. A. M. Jones, Hon. Redmond Bond, 
 Mrs. G. W. Austin, D. C. Mybarger. 
 
 Coalgate Mrs. Carrie LeFlore Berry. 
 
 Colejo Mrs. J. C. White. 
 
 Coffeyville (Kansas) Pratt Barndollar. 
 
 Cushing Mrs. Blanche Little. 
 
 Denver (Colorado) Mrs. H. Y. McBride. 
 
 Dewey Joe Bartles. 
 
 Dover Hon. W. P. Kimmerer. 
 
 Edmond Mrs. J. G. Mitchell, Mrs. Elizabeth Cowgill, 
 Mrs. Mary F. Randolph, Mrs. Emma Estell. 
 
 Elk City Mrs. W. S. White. 
 
 El Reno Mrs. M. Alice Miller, Mrs. C. H. Coley, Mrs. 
 II. S. Marches, Mrs. Francis Korn. 
 
 Enid George Rainy, Mrs. J. B. Forbes, Mrs. Elizabeth 
 Boyle. 
 
 Grove Jennie C. Fields, Miss Waelan Glass. 
 
 Guthrie Hon. J. B. Campbell, Miss Margaret Dial, 
 Mrs. Anna T. Barde. 
 
 Hartshorne Mrs. N. W. Fulsom, J. C. McClendon. 
 
 Helena Mrs. George Hockenberry. 
 
 Hennessey Mrs. Anette Ehler. 
 
 Holdenville C. M. Lawrence. 
 
 Hugo Mrs. T. M. Hunter. 
 
 Holden (Mo.) O. M. Brosius. 
 
 Idabel D. J. McKinney, Mrs. E. P. Sneed. 
 
 Jefferson Hon. T. B. Beck. 
 
 Kansas City (Mo.) Etta D. Ruth. 
 
 Marshall Mrs. Lola Pearson. 
 
 McAlester F. M. McMurray, Allen Wright, J. Hanna 
 Tucker, J. C. McClcnden, Mrs. M. A. Barnes, Mrs. Will 
 Craig, Mrs. J. B. McAlester. 
 
 Miami Vern E. Thompson, George T. Webster. 
 
 Milburn J. H. Randol. 
 
 Muskogee J. F. Brett, Hon. Victor Loc^e, Grant 
 Fooreman, Elihu W. Maytubby, Miss Alice Robertson, (M. 
 C.), Judge R. L. Williams. 
 
 Norman J. S. Buchanan, E. E. Dale, J. W. Scroggs, 
 C. W. Shannon. 
 
 Okmulgee Mrs. C. B. Hodges, Chas. L. Bucher, W. G. 
 Buckles, Judge H. R. Christopher. 
 
 Olney Miss Mabel Wright, Dr. E. N. Wright. 
 
 Pauls Valley J. S. Garrison. 
 
 Pawnee George A. Waters, Joe Davis. 
 
 Perry Miss A. W. Tucker. 
 
 St. Joseph (Mo.) Mrs. 
 
 Poteau Eben L. Taylor, D. C. McCurtain. 
 
 Ponca City Mrs. Frank Lucas, Miss Harvey. 
 
 Pryor Thomas J. Harrison. 
 
 Savanna Oida L. McKay. 
 
 Shawnee Mrs. W. Q. Adams, Ben J. Clardy, Mrs. A. 
 J. Fluke. 
 
 Sulphur Mrs. L. B. Dupree. 
 
 Sayre Hon. ohn A. Whitehurst. 
 
 Sapulpa =Mrs. D. A. McDougall, Hon. Don W. Walker. 
 
 Stonewall Mrs. Thenia Jennings, Mrs. Horace Mar- 
 shall. 
 
 Stratford F. Bayliss, Owen Snoddy. 
 
 Oklahoma City Col. R. N. Leecraft, Col. R. A. Sneed, 
 Judge Thomas H. Doyle, Anton H. Classen, Jasper Sipes, 
 Hon. Baxter Taylor, W. P. Campbell, Miss Edith R. Kneen, 
 Andrew B. Stilwell, C. W. Turner, N. Ellsworth, Hon. 
 Campbell Russell, Frank Harrah, Harry Blott, Guy F. 
 Fuller, Buford Coleman, Wm. F. Kerr, Geo. Forsythe, W. 
 S. Ingram, Warren Gill, Dr. J. A. Young, E. D. Pritchard, 
 Hal. Johnson, Geo. E. Balenti, Eugene P. Gum, R. H. 
 Wilson, Chas. Kendall, W. A. Durant, Houston B. Tehee, 
 Dr. H. H. Colbert, D. J. Fulsom, Gen. Chas. F. Barrett, 
 Mrs. LeRoy Long, Mrs. Angle Fox, Mr. Joe Klingensmith, 
 Mrs. F. L. Roblin, Mrs. Fay Riggins, Mrs. Coretta LeFlore 
 Beasley, Mrs. C. H. Henderson, Dr. Winnie Sanger, Miss 
 Christian Fulsom, Miss Imogene Moore, Mrs. R. B. Powell, 
 Mrs. J. C. Cornish, Mrs. Anna Rumpel, J. F. Fulsom, Cora 
 Smith, Mrs. Chas. Wilson, Mrs. B. H. Colbert, Mike Conlan, 
 Wm. Noble, C. B. Ames, Mrs. Sue S. Craver, Miss Caroline 
 A. Hill, Wayne Campbell, Miss Caroline A. Sill, Mar- 
 quette Hotel; Miss Anna Rumper, Cadillac Hotel. 
 
 Tahlequah Mrs. L. R. Fite. 
 
 Sparks Roy G. Barnes. 
 
 Tishomingo Mrs. D. H. Johnson. 
 
 Tulsa Clarence B. Douglas, Tate Brady, Frank H. 
 Greer, Mrs. Fred W. Purdy, Mrs. G. Earle Shafer, Henry 
 W. C. Shelden, Mrs. Woodson Norvell, L. J. B. Rooney. 
 
 Valliant Edmond J. Gardner. 
 
 Vinita Mrs. G. Couch, Mrs. A. F. Chamberlain. 
 
 Washington (D. C.) Hon. J. W. Harreld, Hon. C. D. 
 Carter. 
 
 Waurika H. V. Bird. 
 
 Wewoka John W. Wilmott. 
 
 Wilburton Mrs. John Randolph Frasier. 
 
 Wynnewood Mrs. Daisey Clemens. 
 
 Public program St. Louis Centenial October 5 to 15, 
 auspices St. Louis Centenial association of which David R. 
 Francis is president, E. M. Delottle, historian, and Eugena 
 Turner, Secretary. 
 
 John and Al Jennings from Oklahoma are in Los 
 Angeles. The former is in the law practice and was visited 
 but Al was like the Dutchman's pigs he had eleven, and 
 one more which dodged about so fast he couldn't count it. 
 
 President Jasper Sopes of the Oklahoma Historical 
 Society will furnish Historia a brief of his personal im- 
 pressions gathered while on a trip across the waters, when 
 he visited France, Great Britain, Scotland and other foreign 
 lands. Mr. Sipes used to sling a fluent pen and it has no 
 doubt not forgot its cunning; henc ereaders of Historia 
 may expect something at least passably entertaining, if not 
 more so. 
 
 While on the California trip 183 bound volumes of rare 
 books on India, border wars, border life, pioneers, cow- 
 boys, western history, etc., were secured. Also a large 
 bunch of unbound literature from the 'various points of the 
 itinery. Many of these are historic, descriptive, statistical 
 and illustrated. See lists. 
 
,1 H3SOT3O <A 
 
 After all it seems good to get back to Oklahoma. True 
 she has no ocean fronts with their beeches, nor are her hills 
 as high, nor valleys as long and wide; nor yet her climate 
 of the year-around sameness as in California, especially in 
 the range of Los Angeles where the weather gauge nev x er 
 records over 70 nor under 60. But Oklahoma hills rise suf- 
 ficiently skyward and her peaks sufficiently sharp and 
 towering to afford as much scenic effect as they rise up 
 from the valley and climb farther toward the heavens. In- 
 stead of rivers and streams being only beds of sand over 
 which water never flows, her rivers spread in watery sheens 
 the year round, and her streams continually gurgle down to 
 large waters murmuring a sweeter cadence. Her hills and 
 peaks do not rise up cold and barren, but are heavy crowned 
 from foothill mezas to summits with rich leaved foliage, 
 and embowering shades natures-set and in profusion. Her 
 valleys and upper plains are not a sightless waste where 
 sage brush holds carnival with sand dunes, but lay in a 
 golden carpet at harvest time and in richest green during 
 the growing season. Her rocky cliffs and gorges and caves 
 are as weird and romantic, and her forests are thicker stud- 
 ded and more varigated. She has no magnolia, but her 
 homes, city and rural, are adorned with year-round bloom 
 of endless variety, except flowers of the tropics, and even 
 they are with us in hot-houses and in pots. She does not 
 grow figs and oranges, but apples, pears, apricots, plums, 
 grapes, cherries, etc., grow green the orchards with their 
 wealth of fruitage. Nor do they require irrigation, but 
 grow under the summer suns refreshed with trenchant show- 
 ers. You do not tire in this climate which has its Shifts. 
 
 Here we have the seasons, the real, pendable seasons 
 Spring with its tender blades and opening buds, and its 
 bowers in young leafage, and birds in the mating as they 
 now flit among the branches, now cooing love's woodland 
 song and building homes in eaves and in the trees. Wild 
 flowers flee's the meadows and fragrant bloom deck the 
 hursts and orchard; season of tasseling corn, of ripening 
 fruits, of golden sheaves and teeming vegetable life. Fall 
 with its hazy suns, its balmy air, and leaves of green that 
 blends with "purple and gold. Season of the garner with 
 heaving bins, and full larders. Winter with its falling leaves, 
 its snowy carpets, its holiday joys. Who could envy any 
 other land any charm? For Oklahoma has them all bested 
 as a land of diversified products as well as diversified 
 climate. 
 
 TWO NOTED PAYNE COUNTY CITIZENS DEAD 
 
 James Dunkin and Charles Barger. 
 
 By Mat Dunkin. 
 
 JAMES DUNKIN. One of the first settlers of eastern 
 Payne county, who died suddenly in Gushing last July, was 
 an extraordinary figure in Payne county. He owned one of 
 the best farms in the Great Bend, raised a large family, 
 was an active politician, made his five boys pay for their 
 raising; was an ardent member of the Saints of God church, 
 and those who claimed to have known his history while 
 in his native state of Kentucky, said he was a son of the 
 famous Henry Clay. 
 
 In spite of his very limited education, James Dunkin 
 was a powerful local "statesman," considerable of a law- 
 yer, and loved to be engaged in law-suits. He prided him- 
 self on having made his sons pay for their raising from 
 their birth to their 21st year, when he gave each $50 and 
 a good horse. Most of the Dunkin boys are now pretty well 
 fixed in worldly chattels. He had removed from his pa- 
 latial residence in the Great Bend to Gushing, where he 
 died when nearly 80 years old.. 
 
 CHARLES BARGER. Charles Barger, alias Barefoot 
 Charley, who lived many years in eastern Payne county 
 between Tiger and Euchee creeks, Creek county, was one 
 of the most industrious and spectacular men who ever lived 
 in Oklahoma. He went barefoot all of his long life, includ- 
 ing through the four years of Civil War, as a soldier in the 
 Federal army, and walked into the White House shoeless, 
 bootless and sockless. 
 
 Mr. Barger's feet were as hard as steel; he often stood 
 on the head of a rattlesnake and spat tobacco juice into 
 its mouth. He lived for several years in Arizona, where 
 he crushed many a gila monster with his bare feet. 
 
 He lived a few years in Florida, where he raised aligat- ; 
 to the Gushing, Oklahoma, neighborhood a few years before j 
 ors and perpetually growing water melons. He returned! 
 his death. 
 
 "Barefoot Charley" was a very successful catcher of! 
 fish. While living near the present Pemetah, betwen Tiger j 
 and Euchee creeks. He was called "the Fish Wizard," as 
 he often drove shoals of fish from the Cimarron into his 
 seins, and often caught wagon loads of fish. 
 
 As a Los Angeles co-incidence, the writer met Mr. E. C. 
 Williams, of the Los Angeles Evening Herald, whose] 
 father was the first marshal of Enid, and who was killed by 
 Receiver Patterson of the United States Land Office, and! 
 who in. turn killed Patterson. Now here is the co-incident:! 
 J. L. Isenberg who was responsible for the tragedy alone i 
 lives in Los Angeles, neither knowing the other resides there.! 
 The story of the killing in brief is: Isenberg, founder of the] 
 Enid Wave at the time of the Cherokee Strip opening in 
 1893, published an article about Patterson which so angered 
 him that he went gunning. But Isenberg believed in safety j 
 first. Just then Marshal Williams put in an appearance and! 
 Patterson turned his gun on him, the ball entering just be-i 
 low the ear. Patterson made a dive for the outside to find 
 Isenberg. Williams, though with a mortal wound, stepped 
 to the door and leveled on Patterson, killing him instantly,] 
 at the same time dropping dead from his wound. 
 
 Matt Dunbar may well claim championship as the 
 veteran newspaper man and general writer in Oklahoma, 
 celebrating his 83rd birthday on October 24. He was born 
 in Luxemburg and came to America when about 7 years 
 of age. Mr. Duhr on his anniversary received numberless 
 letters of congratulations with well-wishes and hope that 
 he may safely pass the centenary mars, which he looks (as j 
 if he would do with years to spare, as he is as nimble today] 
 as a man of 40, and looks scarcely older than that. 
 
 Now look for Guthrie on the map in black letters. And! 
 /hy not? She has more railroads than any other city in the! 
 r State except Enid. She has the Cimarron and Cottonwood 
 rivers on her borders. She has one of the finest race 
 courses in the State. She has the only municipal bath 
 house in the United States with all kinds of water salt, I 
 brimide, iron, etc. hot and cold. She has well under way 
 the largest Masonic Temple in the world and is sure to be- j 
 come the mecca for Shriners of the entire United States. 
 She has two great newspapers Leslie G. Niblack with his i 
 Dailer Leader, and Senator John Galobie with his State ! 
 Register. And then she still has Judges Bierer, Dale and i 
 Bowls, Charley Filson, Henry Ardery, Chris Madson, Bob 
 Chilcott and Matt Duhr. Oh, yes Buck Campbell. 
 
 Yes, the lid is on tight in every state through which our \ 
 route lay, and can be opened only by dropping five dollars a j 
 pint in the slot. 
 
 The Southern Booksellers' Association of Southern 
 California has memoralized congress, protesting against por- 
 tions of the Fordney Tariff Bill in re valuation methods and 
 Duties on old public actions. There are twenty-five book- 
 sellers in Los Angeles not including periodical vendors. 
 
 Historia is exceedingly pleased to acknowledge receipt ! 
 of volumes one and two of the Anthology and Biblography j 
 of Niagara Falls, by Charles Mason Dow, and published by j 
 the J. B. Lyon Company, printers, New York, 1921. These 
 volumes are bound in cloth and contain an aggregate of 
 1,400 pages, courtesy of the author. 
 
 Hon Richard Johnson of the Bureau of Railway Eco 
 nomics, Washington City, writes Historia for information 
 concerning an Oklahoma book "Iodine and gasoline." Who 
 (knows?