I know a young physician who came this year on a semi-professional tour, to try the effects of inhalations on tuberculosis, and it was so delightfully warm that he straightway took off his flannels, was careless about night air, and was down with pneumonia.
The tourist or traveller who writes of San Diego usually knows nothing of it but a week or two in winter or early spring.
Southern California has fifty-two weeks in the year, and for two thirds of this time the weather is superb.
I can imagine even a mission Indian grunting and complaining if taken to our part of the country in the midst of a week's storm.

We flee from deadly horrors of climate to be fastidiously critical.

If, in midsummer, sweltering sufferers in New York or Chicago could be transported to this land they would not hurry away.

The heat is rarely above eighty-five degrees, and nearly always mitigated by a refreshing breeze from the bay.

I am assured that there have not been five nights in as many years when one or more blankets have not been necessary for comfort.