Swing (Feb-Dec 1951)

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JOSEPH C. WILLIAMS The Man of the Month by DON DAVIS CC /COPPERY" is a word for Joseph C. Williams. Joe Williams to you. He has a coppery loo\ — with his red hair; his bronzed skin; his slight, compact, sturdy figure; his keen eyes bright and piercing as metal. And the tone of the copper metal is a clue to his disposition: "copper — a common metal, reddish in color, ductile, malleable, very tenacious and one of the best conductors of heat and electricity." — Webster's Collegiate Dictionary When Joe was twenty, he spent an entire year working away from home "on his own," in the copper country out west — high in the White Mountains of Arizona, ten miles above the famous copper mining town of Clifton on the Coronado Trail extending from Clifton to Springerville. Some 3,500 Mexicans worked in the mines; but there were only 25 Americans in the camp — living in a region sparsely inhabited, seldom visited by outsiders. Young as he was, Joe had a man's job, did a man's vjork — in charge of the Arizona Copper Company payroll and the company-owned houses and barracks surrounding the mines. It was rugged, and it was fun . . . but it was also tough! There were saloons and gambHng places along the winding main street of Clifton, extending the length of a narrow valley — and there were constant fights, brawls, stabbings and shootings among the miners. Adventuresome surroundings indeed for a young man on his first job away from home! But the mountains provided their contrasting note of peacefulness . . . and the place and the opportunity for reflection. Raymond Carlson, editor of "Arizona Highways," wrote of those mountains: "Whoever has not slept beside a mountain stream or has not heard the soft sound of a gentle wind in the pine trees has missed pleasures that cannot be found elsewhere. Whoever has not huddled around a camp fire on a high mountain, with the morning chill in the air and the air itself redolent with the aroma of bacon and eggs frying and coffee boiling is truly an unfortunate soul and greatly to be pitied. Don Davis is a Kansan by birth; a resident of Kansas City since 1923; and has served as president of WHB since 1 93 1. A former advertising agency executive, he enjoys pounding a typewriter as much as the next man.