Putnam patriot., 1925-02-06

hotels almost uniformly courteous, quick and kindly. Certain this ser vice leaves with the traveller one of the most pleasant recolleetions of the state.
 Ii was this spirit which impelled our Berlin born friend to stand with us on the deck of the ferryboat and point out the various sights. Here was huge mountain on the right, there the Naval Station with it's white hospital and offiexrs' homes and just visible in the mist ahead was the sharp pointed tower of the San Fran CISCO ferryhouse where. we were informed, more people pass through in a single day than through any other ferryhouse or railroad station in the world.
 The Golden Gate at Last
 Gradually San Francisco blocked itself out of the fog. In front lay the long, busy waterfront, dominated by the Ferry House Tower. Behind the city stretched upward steeply over many hills. The Bay was away to the right and left in the distance. There came to us suddenly reminiscence of another city and another great bay surrounded by it's hills and with it's city sprawling upwards from the water and we wondered if any Cali fornia boy returning from the war had been reminded of Brest and its extraordinarily similar location.
 As we bumped into the ferry slip on our journeys end We caught the first noises of the city. Noises, especially the combined noises of a city, always say something to us in the city's characteristic argot. And we liked the noise of San Francisco. We had not walked twenty feet into the mob of dervish-like eabmen be- fore we decided then and there that we were going to like San Francisco. As though to test our liking as we'll as to inform us that it was not always, as in the vaudevilles. sunny Calif0r- mia" The heavens opened them selves at this moment with a mighty gesture and let down such a torrent of rain as we have never seen. That rain, at least, in wetness and solidity we will grant to California as one of the superiative sights of our trip. It rained and it rained. Great funsi How 1t rained
 At VdEi ahthA1 NA the cab made it's way slowly upward. We were soon to discover that every thing in San Francisco is either up- wards or downwards. San Francisco would be a painful migration for any one who had spent his life on Rus sian steppe. One must have wind an1 sturdy legs to encompass the city's steeply graded streets.
 The Excellent Hotels
 Facing a square with a delicious statue of Victory in it's center we came to the St. Francis Hotel, one of the three greatest hotels in the city. Americans will always remcm- Der the older and more conservative Palace Hotel where President Hard ing died. and atop the highest of the city's hills, there is the famous Fair mont Hotel with it's very beautiful view of the city and the Bay and the Ocean. In hotels. California well may brag. Her cities boast the best and we have not found in the course of diversified travels in number of countries many hostelries that could compare with the St. Francis and the splendid new Biltmore at Los Angeles.
 And what joy 1t was to be abed again. Only to the weary Tayeler who has spent night after night shak- ing about in the bunny luxury of Pullman berth can there come true realization of the joy of clean sheets and quiet and stationary pillows and fresh air and the kind of rest that Nature intended that human beings should have.
 lTo Be Continued Next Week.