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 seagull, they moved boldly across this unsightly stretch of
wave-washed land.

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.

One day a man appeared on the hilltop o'erlooking this wondrous city and
by his magic power, being filled with music, with color-music, he cast a
spell and behold a pastel city by the sea - such an one as only those
who dream could think of; a city glowing with warmth of color, with a
softness and mystical charm such as only the brain of Jules Guerin could
produce.

He is the conductor of this wondrous symphony, this beautiful Mozart
fantasia, and if you listen, you can hear the strains of the great
beautiful melodies wafted now east, now west, now north, now south,
rising to great climaxes, falling back to great chords of harmony, or,
in an allegro movement, causing you almost to trip with delight in the
joy of it all.

Your eye is enthralled with the beauty of the coloring. One sees
turquoise green domes floating in a silver-moated ether, long colonnades