It has been well chosen for the State flower.
If consumptives must go away from the comforts of home, this is a haven of rest for them.

In a late _Medical Record_ I see that a physician deprecates the custom of sending hopeless cases to the high altitudes of Colorado, where the poor victim gasps out a few weeks or months of existence.

"If such cases as the above must be sent from home, as we sometimes think here, to rid their home physicians of the annoyance of their presence, they should be sent to Florida or Southern California, where at least they may be chloroformed off into eternity by a soothing climate, and not suffer an actual shortening of their days from a climate acting on a radically different principle and entirely unsuited to them." This is a bit of the shady side after all the sunlight.

It is a place for the invalid to rejoice in, and those in robust health can find enough to do to employ all their energies.
The "Tournament of Roses" last winter was a grand success, praised by all.

The "Pageant of Roses" was celebrated here lately, and I cannot give you a better idea of it than by copying the synopsis.
Imagine the opera-house trimmed inside with wreaths and festoons and bouquets of roses--a picture in itself; audience in full evening dress, each lady carrying roses, each man with a rose for a boutonniere.
The dancing in costume was exquisitely graceful, and the evolutions and figures admirably exact--no mistake, nothing amateurish about the whole performance.
PART FIRST.
Los Flores, a garden in the Crown of the Valley.