A FOREWORD
TO
THE PANAMA-PACIFIC
INTERNATIONAL
EXPOSITION
BY
JULIET L. JAMES
BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA
JANUARY, 1915
RICARDO J. OROZCO PRESS
SAN FRANCISCO
THE PASTEL CITY BY THE SEA
There is a hill-crowned city by a silver sea, near a Golden Gate. Forages, the water has washed from an almost land-locked bay against thishill-crowned city, and on its northern side has created of the shore anamphitheatre stretching for some three miles to the western headlands.
Behind this amphitheatre rises, in terraces, the steep hills of thiswater-lashed city, and in part, a forest of pines stretches to the west.Man has flanked this reach of shore by two lowering forts, and in front,across the sapphire sea, one looks onto the long undulations of hills,climaxed by grand old Tamalpais.
Just three years ago, and one saw in this same low-lying shore only amarshy[4] stretch, with lagoons working their way far into the land—thehome of the sea-gull.
There came a time when, had you looked closely, you would have seencoming thru the Golden Gate a phantom flotilla of caravels, freightedwith clever ideas.
On the vessels came, and at the prows were several noble figures:Energy, Enterprise, Youth, the Spirit of the East, the Spirit ofthe West, Success, and in the last caravel, the stalwart Mother ofTomorrow.
They had dug and delved with mighty Hercules and had created thatgreat gap that has severed two continents. Then, leaving their work tobe finished, they had sailed on to celebrate their triumph in the Landof El Dorado the region of their desires.
In a shallop in front of these floating winged vessels, riding on thewaves,[5] came Venus rowed by the fairies—in her hand the golden ball ofopportunity.
The mermaids, the dolphins, the little sea-horses sported in thewake of these vessels, leaving a long line of foam and silver as theysped on.
Over the waves they came to the Golden Land of the Pacific. Theymoored their vessels by the fort-flanked shores, and stepping out uponthe haunt of the sea-gull, they moved boldly across this unsightlystretch of wave-washed shore.
Enterprise and Energy pushed ahead: the Fairy ever flitting near.At a signal from Enterprise the Fairy turned her wheel, Venus threwher golden ball of opportunity, and lo! out of the foam of the sea rosea Venus city with the round sea-bubbles resting on the roofs.
One day a man appeared on the hill-top o'er-looking this wondrous city,and by his magic power, being filled with music, with color-music, hecast a spell,[6] and behold a pastel city by the sea—such an one as onlyt