Produced by David E. Brown, Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) A FOREWORD TO THE PANAMA-PACIFIC INTERNATIONAL EXPOSITION BY JULIET L. JAMES BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA [Illustration] 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. On the vessels came, and at the prows were several noble figures: _Energy_, _Enterprise_, _Youth_, _the Spirit of the East_, _the Spirit of the West_, _Success_, and in the last caravel, the stalwart _Mother of Tomorrow_. They had dug and delved with mighty _Hercules_ and had created that great gap that has severed two continents. Then, leaving their work to be finished, they had sailed on to celebrate their triumph in the _Land of El Dorado_ the region of their desires. In a shallop in front of these floating winged vessels, riding on the waves, came Venus rowed by the fairies--in her hand the golden ball of opportunity. The _mermaids_, the _dolphins_, the little _sea-horses_ sported in the wake of these vessels, leaving a long line of foam and silver as they sped on. Over the waves they came to the _Golden Land of the Pacific_. They moored their vessels by the fort-flanked shores, and stepping out upon the haunt of the sea-gull, they moved boldly across this unsightly stretch 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 threw her golden ball of opportunity, and lo! out of the foam of the sea rose a Venus city with the round sea-bubbles resting on the roofs.