The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-01-13

ambulate the street, all his wives fol
 lowing hard after, perchance we'll be-
 slowed in noisy and gasolineous auto
 mobiles, while with certainty and be-
 yond any peradventure we shall se'
 eyes on tourists many, bearing mucl
 spoil of uneatable fruit and Wilted DO
 sies, with kodaks ready primed, hail
 trigger set and ready for action, each
 and every soul of them constantly on
 the key veve," as James Yellowplush
 would say, lest possibly they be taken
 in and done for by some of the natives
 who, bless their hearts, have no wish
 to take anybody in, but are only striv-
 ing to provide the biggest free show that can possibly be gotten up for pains or money. When the good MT. Pick
 wick took the view from his morning
 window he found that across the street was merely over the way, but from the point of view when we write we find
 that across the street is almost any
 thing except "ocer the way" for our | eyes are dazzled by bewildering mass
 of color.
 | There rises-par excellence-the great I grand stand, from which the fortunate
 occupants are supposed to see all and
 everything; to get full moneysWorth be | the envy and admiration of all foot
 passengers, and those who try to ride in
 carriages but can not for the press
 Truly d sight by itself is this monstrous i stage, blossomng out with flowers and | greenery, flags, streamers, palm
 branches and beautiful Chicago girls, , interspersed With men from the same I city who can not even count their mill | lions, the whole dominated by noisy 1 partisans of the famous football play
 ers Michigan vs. Stanford, each, to be, contending party confident of success
 and consequently conceited and saucy, while up and down the street are
 spread the crowds of sight-seers many of whom have traveled tiresome miles to see the show
 So much for the front view. To the left we see the gerat new Raymond Hotel, standing on it's slightly hill, like some gigantic Phoenix rising from it's ashes,
 ready to gobble up travellers from
 afar; large, more beautiful and much
 more expensive every way than ever
 before.
 On the other hand the city, the dream
 and hourn of many weary tourist, some now happily arrived, some yet tossing upon wide oceans or slowly suf- locating in stuffy Pullmans, patiently or impatiently enduring present discom- forts in glad anticipation of the joys, sunshine and sour oranges of charming Pasadena. And circling and guarding all like the setting of gem stand the Sierra Madre Mountains. great and high, as impossible except in a few places as was the barrier set around the happy valley of Rasseles, always the same, never for a moment the same, cleft by tremendous canons and capped by snow covered higher peaks shining in the sun, the whole range abruptly rising like a great wall to bar out the cold. the heat and the storms of the be- yond.
 And the day What is so rare as a day in January fin Southern California? Neither too hot or too cold; day with which none among all the throng can find fault, not even the chronic grum- bler
 But here at last comes the process sion, with blere of horns both mellow and discordant, and fanfare of trum- pets, each vehicle. horse and rider gail ly and profusely decorated. Where, we wonder, did all these flowers come from? Surely the Vale of Los Flores must have been ransacked and plum dered to furnish all this lavish display; the wheels of the carriages a mass of posies. each outfit a monstrous bouquet, q bower of greenery and blossoms, hid- ing the occupants almost entirely from sight. And what Is this? Surely a cu- rious sight Is Tally Ho filled with Chi nese children, dressed with Oriental dis | play in gaily embroidered and costly | garments.
 Native sons are these of the golden | west. Some of them perhaps destined | for the presidential chair, who knows? | They surely look wise enough for any fate or station, and they will of cer- tainty have every advantage that mon- ey can procure.
 Now come more native-born citizens, but these belong to the past rather than to the future, ancient and wrin- kled Indians; century or more old are some of them; they were here when the old missions were in all their glory, when Dana made his famous voyage, and when all this now thicl1ly- settled country was but a cattle range or a sheep pasture. Their day is past; they are as much out of date as are the ob- solete and curious utensils which ac- company them. And here, here comes he travel-worn carriage once belong ng to Miss Helen Hunt Jackson, the ,ne in which she made the circuit of all the southern country and gathered he materials for the more or less ve- 'acious history of "Romana." Howev- 1T true the history, the carriage of the ourney is here; we see 1t with our own ,yes and perched upon the drivers 'eat is the same man who drove the horses and piloted the party. He will 10 doubt, certify to any kind of facts. Tor the rest. and through all the long inc, as it winds around the ancient md historic oak tree, under which the irst settlers made their camp, and which has so far been defended, vi ct | rmis, against all those who have no expect for sentiment or tradition, would level it with the ground--are lowers and fowers-and more flowers; ruly it would take the pen of a ready writer to describe them, or the brush of n old master to paint them ok 1Iu 1,,r sNc