Word: arizona
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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CLARENCE BUDINGTON KELLAND, 73, Arizona Republican National Committeeman, irreconcilable old guardsman and prolific, bestselling author (Mr. Deeds Goes to Town), in a letter published in the Arizona Republic...
People of the Blue Water, by Flora Gregg Iliff (Harper; $3.75), is the unusual story of how Author Iliff half a century ago taught school to an inaccessible Indian tribe called Havasupai. The Havasupai numbered only 250 and lived in Arizona at the bottom of an eight-mile canyon wall, 70 miles from the nearest town, which was a hot, dusty hamlet that "looked as if it had been blown in on a dry wind and stranded." Author Iliff served as teacher, doctor, judge, superintendent, and, incidentally, weather reporter to the U.S. Government. Her story is full of fascinating detail...
...Woman in the Polar Night, by Christiane Ritter (Button; $3), is the story of another intrepid woman and her adventures in a colder climate than Arizona. Frau Ritter lived for a year on the north coast of Spitsbergen in a hut ten feet square, with her husband and a young Norwegian hunter, in temperatures that sank to 40° below zero. To the north lay Anxiety Bay, to the south Distress Hook, to the east Misery Bay and to the west the Bay of Grief. Not a tree or shrub rose from the sea of stones that covered the desolate...
...Back in Arizona Territory, Massai continues his one-man war against the Army and even the Indians who remain there. This story line gives onetime Circus-Acrobat Lancaster plenty of opportunities to leap daringly from crag to crag, horse to horse, and frying pan to fire. In time everybody is after him, but the one to catch him first is Nalinle (Jean Peters), whose object is squawhood. Together they build a little mountain hideout and plant some corn. When Army scouts find them, Massai, Nalinle and their brand-new papoose prove too homey a family to break up, so Massai...
...Raine has changed too but not radically. He has been content to lope along an endless Chisholm trail of escape that carries millions of readers to happy endings. He has always been modest about his success, has never thought of himself as a "literary" man. He rode with the Arizona Rangers, drank in campfire tales, covered many of the cattle and mining wars. He looks back with comfortable nostalgia on the people of the Old West. "Any of them would have ridden 30 miles to fetch you a doctor or they'd share their last bit of grub with...