The Tombstone Epitaph - A New Era in The Old West

A New Era in The Old West

By the early 1960s, popular interest in Old West history and western vacations put Tombstone, Arizona on the map once again. Led by Harold O. Love, of Detroit, Mich., investors purchased The Epitaph, the O. K. Corral, the Crystal Palace, and Schieffelin Hall, and set about to showcase them to Tombstone visitors. As more and more Epitaph visitors expressed interest in learning more about Tombstone and Old West history, the newspaper owners decided to split the paper into 2 separate editions—a national historical monthly and a local weekly newspaper. In doing so, the owners felt they could serve the interests of visitors and residents at the same time.

In 1975, The Tombstone Epitaph National Edition was launched as "the historical monthly journal of the Old West." Since that time, it has showcased the research of western writers and historians with stories devoted to western exploration, mining and ranching history, outlaw and lawman history, Native American history, the U. S. Army and warfare in the West, western women, frontier photography, and western personalities, among other topics. Named a national journalistic landmark by Sigma Delta Chi, the Society of Professional Jourmalists, the monthly journal reaches an international audience.

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