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. For ages, the water has washed from an almost land-locked bay against this hill-crowned city, and on its northern side has created of the shore an amphitheatre stretching for some three miles to the western headlands.
Behind this amphitheatre rises, in terraces, the steep hills of this water-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 a marshy stretch, with lagoons working their way far into the land—the home of the sea-gull.
There came a time when, had you looked closely, you would have seen coming thru the Golden Gate a phantom flotilla of caravels, freighted with clever ideas.