There is a West Side of Cleveland--you might almost say, of course--but one does not come to know it until he comes to know Cleveland well. The city is builded upon a high plateau that rises in a steep bluff from the very edge of the lake. Through this plateau, at the very bottom of a ravine, wide and deep, the navigable Cuyahoga twists its tortuous way into Lake Erie. It seems as if that ravine must almost have been cut to test the resources of the bridge-builders of America. For it has been their problem to keep the Sixth City from becoming entirely severed by her great water artery. They have solved it by the construction of one huge steel viaduct after another but the West Side remains the West Side--and always somewhat jealous of the East. She knows that the great public buildings of Cleveland--that comprehensive civic center plan to which we shall come in a moment--are fixed for all time upon the East. And so when Cleveland decides to build a great new city hall, the West Side demands and receives the finest market house in all the land. So it is that it is the East Side that your Cleveland man shows you alone when your time is limited, and so it is that Euclid avenue is the one great thoroughfare of the whole East Side. "If you want to know how we've bobbed up, look at here," the Cleveland man tells you. You look. A contractor is busy changing a railroad crossing from level to overhead; a much-needed improvement--despite the fact that it should have been under-surface rather than overhead--when you come to consider the traffic that moves through Euclid avenue in all the daylight hours and far into the night. "When the old Cleveland and Pittsburgh--it's part of the Pennsylvania, now--was built, thirty-five or forty years ago, they thought they would put the line around the town. But the town was up to their line before they knew it--and they decided ten or a dozen years ago that they would put a suburban station here." He points to a handsome red brick structure of modern architecture. "The Pennsylvania folks are long-headed--almost always. But if they had known that Cleveland was to become the Sixth City within ten years they never would have put two hundred thousand dollars in a grade crossing station at Euclid avenue. The way we've grown has sort of startled all of us." Today Euclid avenue is a compactly built thoroughfare for miles east of that Pennsylvania railroad crossing. It is at least two miles and a half from that crossing to Cleveland's two great educational lions--the Case School of Applied Science and the Western Reserve University--and they in turn only mark the beginning of the city's newest and most fashionable residence district.