But the Californian cannot shout "orange blossoms, orange blossoms; heliotrope, heliotrope!" He cannot boom forth "roseleaves, roseleaves" so that he does their beauties justice.

Here is where the photoplay can begin to give him a more delicate utterance.

And he can go on into stranger things and evolve all the Splendor Films into higher types, for the very name of California is splendor.

The California photo-playwright can base his Crowd Picture upon the city-worshipping mobs of San Francisco.

He can derive his Patriotic and Religious Splendors from something older and more magnificent than the aisles of the Romanesque, namely: the groves of the giant redwoods.
The campaign for a beautiful nation could very well emanate from the west coast, where with the slightest care grow up models for all the world of plant arrangement and tree-luxury.