Williams is a thriving mountain city with a population of about 2,500, delightfully located in the heart of the great pine belt of Coconimo County, in Northern Arizona, at an altitude of 6,570 feet above sea-level. It is the terminal of the Grand Canyon Railway, and a commercial point on the A. T. & S. F. Railway. In addition to the revenue from these sources, there is situated in this city the largest saw-mill and box factory in the Southwest, which gives employment to many men. There are also stock ranges, copper mines and thriving ranches surrounding it.

Williams is about sixty miles distant from, and is aptly named the Gateway to the Grand Canyon of Arizona, being the only point from which to visit this world's greatest natural wonder, by rail. Five miles south of the city is situated Bill Williams Mountain, named for that famous hunder and scout, whose name it bears, and whose remains lie entombed on its summit. The mountain is easily accessible, as the beautiful winding trail begins right at the edge of the city. Nearly one-fourth of Arizona is visible from the highest peak, which has an aitltude of ten thousand feet.

Williams' summer climate is acknowledged to be the coolest and most delightful on the continent, the temperature averaging 75 degrees, the days being sunny and pleasant, and the nights always cool and conducive to sleep.

Williams has one of the most modern school buildings in the Territory, and an efficient corps of teachers. Also a Roman Catholic, and a Methodist Church.

Williams enjoys most of the modern conveniences, electric lights, water works, and a sewer system. The telephone service is also of the best.

Williams has the latest of Fred Harvey's hotels, the Fra Marcos, recently constructed at an expenditure of $125,000.00, and its accommodations cannot be surpassed.

Williams needs a public library.

"We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks.

He may live without books - what is knowledge but grieving? He may live without hope, - what is hope but deceiving? He may live without love, what is passion but pining? But where is the man that can live without dining?"

- Lucile.