Juarez is a Teaming City With Cop and Wooden Horse

[Page 1] Us on a Bus Juarez Is a Teeming City With Cop and Wooden Horse Father of six children, an Indianapolis Star staffer is traveling by can city, which is literally alive with its 125,000 residents, tourist shops, saloons, and street photographers that we saw one. It was wooden, rather odd in color as the sun had bleached t the darkbrown paint to a yellowish tinge, and it caught the fancy of both Mary Elizabeth, 6, and Gregory, 4½- Window Shoppers Chuck, 9, was looking in souvenir shop windows at switchblade knives, fully aware that the Indiana General Assembly has made possession of such a weapon -verboten. Martha, 14, was looking at hand-made skirt and 3 jewelry which she knew very well was out of our price range, even in terms of Mexicon Pesos.

"Let. me ride the horsey," yells Mary E., thinking it was one of those mechanical geniuses that keep you shelling out dimes at the supermarkets back home. "I wanna ride too," yells Gregory. "I wanna ride first." Father had been gazing at a window which offered top-notch Vodka for $1.50 a fifth : and was contemplating Russian roulette the easy way. "Wait a minute," I said. "You can't ride, wait!" It was then I decided that a snapshot of the family grouped in front of the sun-bleached horse might be an interesting picture to send home. They posed, all 'smiles. in typical tourist fashion. I snapped the Japanese camera with the air of the true professional.

I snapped the shutter again. Stopped by Policeman Then we started up the avenue, shop, sight-see and cement Latin relations. But I only got three steps when the Mexican cop stopped in. "Pley zee man two bits," he said, talking through his pearly white teeth. "What for?" I asked, the temperature rising. "For ze picture," he said. "I took the picture," I said. "I tookee de picture. The cop leered again, his hand out, photographer .and he to pointed whom to the a street belonged. "I took the picture, no he .. I said. "Heez horse," says the cop, hands out. "Two bits.' "Win, place or show," I quip as I give the man 25 c cents. He was bigger than I.

We hurried away down the narrow streets of this fascinating city, Greyhound bus through 6,000 miles of the Southwest visiting historic places. He is accompanied by four of his children. Mother is staying at home. Here is his fifth dispatch. By CHARLES G. GRIFFO JUAREZ, Mexico--A wooden horse, four kids, a Japanesecamera and one Mexican policeman with the leer of a silent movie villian combined with Yours Truly in this historic city to make what for a moment seemed to be an international incident as fiery as New York Mayor Wagner's snub of King Saud. It all started because, as I've said before, we just didn't see any horses while riding on the Greyhound bus from New Orleans to El Paso through scenic Texas.

It was across the border in this old Mexi- visiting the park, located right smack dab in the middle of town, and crowded to the street with peddlers, shine boys and residents just gossiping at noon time. We spent more than we expected to, which was natural, buying souvenir jewelry and assorted items, which I'm sure we could have purchased in the States for about the same price. We gave a dime or two to a couple of Mexican urchins who ply the begging trade among the tourists. Visit the Cathedral We then went to the city's beautiful and historic cathedral. When Martha balked going up the steps and said she'd wait outside, I realized why. She was wearing shorts and didn't even have a handkerchief to put on her head.

We toured the business district and then boarded the trolley car to ride across the narrow but fabled Rio Grande River, which is dry at the present time. This was confusing to a 9-year-old mind. Chuck can't understand how a river can be dry. U and Now we Arizona. leave for Mountains, New Mexico gold mines, cowboys, and the Valley of the Sun.