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VOL. LXI. N o . 5
Published Every Saturday by Edward Lyman Bill at 373 Fourth Ave., New York, July 31,1915
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From the Exposition City
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N this wonder city by the Golden Gate, where Occident and Orient meet, are shown the accom-
plishments of man in the arts of peace.
What a contrast to the war-torn lands across the seas! Here by the placid Pacific are
gathered the peaceful, constructive forces of earth, and across the billowy Atlantic are the
fiercely clashing forces which are destroying the fruition of all the ages.
Here peace and calm.
There war, lust and rage.
The Pacific, always placid like its name, speaks at eventide of a serenity that is not of the earth.
In ceaseless cadence the waves ebb and flow, beating half mournfully against cliffs and caves that
have been silent for centuries. Deep below all is calm. It is as if the ocean were some great being
whose message is yet unvoiced, its passions expended in rhythmic ebb and flow upon the surface.
Were the old Greeks wrong when they saw in rock and tree and crystal the image of the living
God?
San Diego—where the bay of blue and gold sings at her feet—lovingly the arms of the ever-
lasting mountains encircle her, the paeon of the Pacific, ancient as Fate, croons her to sleep. The
bristling guns of Fort Rosecrans, on Lomas' massive crags, protect her and in her nostrils is the
swoony fragrance of a thousand groves.
The tourist who has delightedly admired the wonders of both expositions, the one at San Diego
and the other at San Francisco, for California is the only State which has ever had the progressive-
ness to conduct two interesting expositions at the same time, will say that the one at San Diego is
an incomparably splendid and never-to-be-forgotten pageant of history that bewilders the mind and
body alike, that San Diego is the ultimate in all that is lovely and peaceful. It was General Greeley
who once pronounced San Diego the one spot upon earth whose temperature never reaches above
the 80's, whose sky is only dappled with enough cloud to perfect the landscape, whose breezes are
ever balmy and whose nights are ever cool.
California is surrounded by the glamour and poetry of adventurous and romantic times—the
advent of the Spanish don and conquistador, and their far from gentle arts, down to the era which has
been made famous by the pens of Bret Harte, Mark Twain and Joaquin Miller, supplying pages teem-
ing with interest. But the California of to-day is intensely practical, and we are reminded of its
picturesque past by an occasional glimpse of some old mission and a silvery peal of melody from the
rusty throats of ancient bells, which brings up the figure of Father Serra on the shadow-flecked
roads.
"Bells of the past, whose long-forgotten music
Still fills the wide expanse,
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T i n g e i n g the sober twilight of the present
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With color of romance."
To write of the many interesting and entrancing features of this wonderful land would require
a volume, and I am limited now by both time and space, but one gets filled with enthusiasm for this
glorious State.
It has been some years since I have visited California, and I am impressed with the spirit of
modernness and progress which I see on every hand.
San Francisco, a city of distinguished individuality, situated upon the point of a peninsular,
surrounded on three sides by ocean and bay, charms the imagination and appeals to the soul,
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