Boy Tourist Looks On Antelope As Just Something Else To Eat

[Page 1] US ON A BUS Boy Tourist Looks On Antelope As Just Something Else To Eat (Charles G. Griffo, news editor of The Star, is On a 6,000-mile trip through the Southwest 01 ( Greyhound bus with four of his children. His wife is staying behind with the other t100 Griffo children. Here is his 11th story.) By CHARLES G. GRIFFO Flagstaff, Ariz. Here we are right at the gateway of the Grand Canyon, one of the seven wonders of the world, and also the place where Chuck Griffo didn't know an antelope from a cantaloupe. Which is the way of saying that we now are on our way back home. We left Phoenix at 9 a.m. and during the day have been seeing the other side of Arizona, the northern part complete with grass, mountains, trees and water. But it was Chuck's problem stole only son, petite I've In strong day us depot where breakfast EB ED JAIL TREE IT WAS right after we climbed Yarnell Hill, a straight five or six-mile climb, and headed north. We were looking at a mountainside when a passenger, a bus driver going to Flagstaff to take his run, told Chuck and Gregory, "look at the antelopes over there on the mountain." "I love cantaloupes. I'm crazy about them," says Chuck. "I like cantaloupes, too," says Mary, 6. "Cantaloupes," says Greg, 4½, rubbing his tummy, "Yum, yum, yum." NEEDLESS to say the driver was amazed but soon caught on. It was right before we got to Wickenburg, which is the "dude ranch" capital of the West, that Martha, 14, began giving me the business that has been the traditional wail of the female sex for generations. "I have nothing to wear," she says. She didn't explain that she had failed to wash and iron the assorted skirts and blouses that made up the seven odd pieces of luggage we left Indianapolis with almost two weeks before. AT WICKENBURG we saw the old jail tree. It is a tremendous attraction in this community where Easterners come out to dress up like "cow pokes" and ride horses on ranches for which they pay a pretty price during the winter season. In the old days there was no jail in the town and "hoss thieves" and other desperadoes were chained to the tree before heing tried. Of course some weren't tried for "hoss thievery," they were just hanged. Gregory thought that tree was really something. ON THE WAY here we passed the area where the ghost town of Jerome is located. This was described by Turn to Page 22, Column 6 221 Feel Tap Of Law's Arm Police issued traffic tickets to 221 motorists and pedestrians yesterday in the traffie safety campaign. The breakdown: Speeding-97. Reckless driving-21. Drunken driving-6. Jaywalking-14. Other offenses-83. with antelopes that the show. might add that although 9 years old, Chuck, my has the darndest apfor cantaloupes that seen in many moons. fact his appetite is so that during our sixstay in Phoenix he made go to the Greyhound cafeteria each morning they have them on the Griffo.

[Page 2] Antelope Spells Appetite To Boy Concluded From Page 1 our bus driver friend and immediately met with tremendous comment. Everybody wanted to get into the act and go to Jerome. Our bus schedule schedule wasn't- that flexible. It was near here that we saw San Francisco Peak, one of the state's highest mountains. It has snow on top of ít. And it was here, too, that Mary entrusted me with a proud possession. Her front tooth finally came out and she has it placed in a plastic container to take back to Indianapolis and collect the usual 25 cents for such happenings. FROM FLAGSTAFF and the Grand Canyon we go north on U.S. 66 through the Painted Desert and the Petrified Forest to Gallup, N. M., then Albuquerque. In other words, to quote a once popular song, "We'll get our kicks on Route 66." As a postscript note, I might add that it was just as we started up Yarnell Hill that Mary E. did what she said she wasn't going to do on this trip. She got seasick, a condition of the tummy that bothered her and a couple of spinsterish school teachers from Idaho who were touring the canyon more than it did anyone else. A QUICK double-take with a towel and the situation was under control. It turned out it was the three candy bars eaten rather than psychosomatic reaction to swaying vehicles was the cause. Mary E. thus passed with flying colors. It used to be that we left her at home "because I get carsick," she has told at least 100 bored bus passengers during the past 12 days. As for the Idaho school teachers, they got off at Flagstaff. After nine months of teaching children, they walked right smack into what seemed, I guess, a bus load of them.