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v.'Si? "' 3 ' 3 _ //^-- Cd -<xAx. < V®s4/ nSJI « Ip^tyTn nj£f@——~W* ’ , ~~~'iJ« r» f tT .-'E =• VOL. VIIIX-NO. 33 BEAUTIES AND WONDERS OF “ANCIENT AMERICA” THRILLING STORY AND GRAPHIC WORD PICTURES OF THE EUROPEAN SETTLERS OF NEW MEXICO 300 YEARS AGO. M daily is this true of the Easterners. When they wish to see relics of the Middle Ages, they naturally direct their travels toward Eu rope. However, they are gradually learning that there are very nearly as many “monu ments of antiquity” and just as beautiful scen ery here in America as can be found in the ancient monasteries and among the snow-cap ped Alps of Europe. Now, this statement may seem doubtful to you who have been to Europe, but if you will just come with me to Tuscon and take a trip out to the mission, 1 m sure that I can prove its veracity. We will just “make believe” that we have just arrived in Tuscon. We find it a very up to-date little city of about 25.000 inhabi tants, half of whom are Mexicans and Indians. We get on a street car and of course the first thing we do is to read the signs; but what have we here? Half of them we are unable to decipher. Why"? Because they are duplicated in Spanish. Looking around us, we see dark haired, dusky men and women, and hear them speaking in the soft, swift Spanish dialect, known as Mexican. We wonder if perchance we have taken the wrong train at New Orleans and have been carried across the border into Old Mexico. But no, the conductor plainly said Tuscon—(Tu-son.) After leaving the street car, we make our way down the main street of the city in search of a vehicle in which we can make our trip out to the his toric San Xavier. We are directed by a passer by to turn up the next street and we will find a livery stable. There it is at last! On the front of the building is painted in large let ters ‘ Juan Hidalgo, Livery.” Now we have our carriage and as we be gin to make our way through the narrow side streets we cannot help taking note of the pecu liarly designed old residences. Most of them are made of “adobe” and plastered white on the outside. Some of them are plastered blue and checked off in rectangular figures with white lines. The whole building looks like an Letter No. 1. ANY people, I might say. most of the pimple in the United States, have never heard of the Old San Xavier del Bae Mission, near Tuscon, Arizona. Espe- ATLANTA, GA., OCTOBER 9, 1913 By WOODSON D. UPSHAW, Staff Correspondent immense shoebox. The roofs are perfectly fiat and drained by pipes‘that extend about a foot over the sidewalk. Occasionally we notice doors and doorframes painted yellow and blue. The Mexicans are very fond of gay colors. Most of the houses are built with their walls touching the sidewalk and the windows of this part of the house are always barred with iron like a jail window. We are wondering why they have these barred windows, when, as we turn the next corner, we see a swarthy youth standing close to a window and holding to Jm bars as if his very life depended on his ton i city. Possibly he is a house-breaker; but no. - I I I—l1 —I ——————————■ !■!,» 11l IB B n WOODSON D. UPSHAW ,Tuscon, Ariz. His manner is a bit too gentle for that, and a house-breaker would hardly try to rob a house in the broad daylight. As we pass the window we solve the mystery. Did you notice that dark intent face on the other side of the “prison” bars? Well, that was some lovely “senorita” to whom this young Mexican is making love after the conventions of Mexico ■ t nd “Old Madrid.” I think the reason the houses are so close to the sidewalk is in order that the “senor” may not have too many “senoritas” of questionable age to make a living for in his old age. River on a Vacation. But we will strike the famous Mountain Road we pass through this next street and cross the river. We have just passed through Ihe Santa Cruz River. But you say that you never noticed it if we did. Well, we did, but it has water in it only a few weeks in the year and this happens to be its vacation time. Now we are going up the last incline before we strike the mountain road. Here we are at last! Now look! Below us shining in its polka dot coat of white and blue, which polka-dots we ascertain after screwing up our eyes, are the white and blue adobe houses in the city of Tuscon. Old Jerusalem with the Mount of Olives could not look more oriental. However, when we look above and beyond the city we see the beautiful old Catilina Mountains shin ing in its lazy-blue that seems to envelope the range in a veil of mystery, and wonder where we have seen a picture that so nearly resem bles this. Oh, yes! It is one we have seen of Grenada, the last stronghold of the Moors in Spain. It is so much like the picture. But, ’possibly, you have seen the original. If so, you can surely see the striking likeness. What scenes and successions of scenes have these old. wrinkled mountains witnessed! They could tell you many a tale of the Apaches’ bravery and cruelty. They remember well when the first little band of Spaniards from the South were massacred by the Apaches, whose home was at their base. ‘‘ A Mother of Pearl in a Setting of Purple. Taking our eyes off the Calelinas and looking to the east, we see another range just as beau tiful and imposing as the Catilinas. These are the Rincons. Looking South we see another range that is known as the Santa Ritas. They are very high, “Old Baldy,” rearing his snow crowned head, that looks like a magnificent mother of pearl in a setting of purple, ten thou sand feet in the air. This range extends far across the border into old Mexico. South and west of us we see the Tuscon Range. The road we are traveling runs just along its foot hills. Looking down upon the circular plat enclosed by these mountain ranges, we see tin (Continued on page 5) ONB DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS A YEAR :: FIVE CENTS A COPY