By John Paulsen

(Seventy-five years ago this coming June 11 the first guest signed the Governor's Mansion register and the Sharlot Hall Museum began. Sharlot Hall Museum will be running a series of articles over the coming months that will explore the people and events that have shaped the Museum's long journey. This Sunday, and last, we will explore what life was like in Prescott in 1928)

Through June of 1928, the stock market continued its wild gyrations with abrupt up and down shifts, including some of record numbers. Buying frenzies alternated with equally wild sell-offs.

By John Paulsen

(Seventy-five years ago this coming June 11, the first guest signed the Governor's Mansion register and the Sharlot Hall Museum began. We are running a series of articles over the coming months that will explore the people and events that have shaped the museum's long journey. This Sunday, and next, we will explore what life was like in Prescott in 1928.)

In 1928, a year predicted by Washington to be "a banner year", two newspapers served Prescott's 5,517 citizens. Both the Prescott Journal-Miner and the Prescott Evening Courier were heavy on local news. The Courier, however, was usually more staid and formal, while the Miner leaned towards sensationalism, sporting big black headlines and multiple font changes.

By Ben Allen

In the year 2000 during the reunion of the Prescott High School class of 1945, the attendees were invited on a tour of the new high school in north Prescott. Mr. Tim Carter, the principal, conducted us on a tour of this fine facility. I remember best the gymnasium because one of the first things we encountered when we entered the main door was a large wall, which bore the sign, Our Wall of Fame. And, very prominent on it was a large picture of our 1944 varsity football team.

By Bill Lynam

(This is the second part of a two-part article.) 

Tom Mix and his Ralston Straight Shooters radio program ran from 1933 until 1950, and is probably the best-remembered part of Mixiana by people today. Over the career of the radio shows, by contract, Tom Mix never appeared in any of them. This created an opportunity for different radio personalities to be the on-air Tom Mix.

By Bill Lynam

(This is part one of a two-part article) 

The hoof beats on the radio have gone silent and his western movies are no longer in vogue, but Tom Mix rides on, if only in the memories of his many fans who grew up on his films, radio shows and personal appearances. I asked my brother what he remembered about Tom Mix and he hit me with a portion of an advertising jingle that stuck in his head from the "Tom Mix Ralston Straight Shooters" radio program: "Take a tip from Tom, Go tell your Mom, Hot Ralston can't be beat."

By Parker Anderson

It may seem difficult to believe in this day and age, but there was a time when dancing-any form of dancing-was considered an immoral practice and a sin against God. This idea might bring laughter to most people in the present, but it was taken seriously throughout the 19th century. Dancing would become a popular pastime for Americans in the early 20th century, but pockets of anti-dancing sentiment still existed.

By Tom Brodersen

(It was in 1928, seventy-five years ago this coming June 11, that the first guest signed the Governor's Mansion register and the Sharlot Hall Museum began. We are running a series of articles over the coming months that will explore the people and events that have shaped the museum's long journey. This Sunday we will look at the museum's beginnings up until 1928.)

Today the Old Governor's Mansion, which Sharlot Mabridth Hall called the "Arizona's Mount Vernon," is the heart of the Sharlot Hall Museum.

By William Peck

The school at Hillside in 1940 was located at Yava, a distance of 4 miles toward Prescott from Hillside, and consisted of a one room, clapboard shack, propped up on some granite rocks that was its sole foundation. The wind howled beneath its board floor that had half-inch cracks between the shrunken planks. When sweeping the floor, it was unnecessary to employ a dustpan, because everything but large scraps of paper filtered through the cracks and blew away.

By Doris Theriault

Let me warn you before you begin reading, this is yet another Prescott love story. 

I grew up in Montreal, Canada, and spent my working years in the harbor area of Los Angeles. I'm a city gal through and through. While in Los Angeles, I commuted for an hour to work each way. I'm used to fast freeways, fast cars and even more relevant to this story, fast-talking car salesmen.

By Anita Nordbrock, Mike Ruddell, Norm Tessman, and Michael Wurtz

Red Light District to Prescott's quietest downtown lot: 
From the late 1860s until the 1900 fire, this site was home to two populations that were segregated from Prescott's other citizens - the Chinese community and the "red light district." Although both groups are well-known stock characters in the "old west" past, little is known of their day to day lives. There is a general study summarizing Prescott's Chinese community in the Journal of the Southwest Spring 1989 issue.