And here, at the same date, all the glories of the spring, which far exceeds our summer--Spanish breezes, Italian sky and sunsets, Alpine mountains, tropical luxuriance of vegetation, a nearly uniform climate, a big outdoor conservatory.

There is no other place on earth that combines so much in the same limits.

You can snowball your companions on Christmas morning on the mountain-top, pelt your lady friends with rose leaves in the foot-hills three hours later, and in another sixty minutes dip in the surf no cooler than Newport in July; and the theatre in the evening.
As a bright workman said, you can freeze through and thaw out in one day.
An electric railroad will soon connect Los Angeles with Pasadena and Mount Wilson, and a fine hotel is to be placed on the top of Echo Mountain, 3500 feet high, and this will then certainly be the ideal health and pleasure resort of the world.
Pasadena's homes, protected on three sides by mountain ranges, are surrounded by groves and gardens, trees and hedges from every clime.
Everything will grow and flourish here.

Capitalists from the East seem engaged in a generous rivalry to create the ideal paradise.

Passion vines completely cover the arbors, roses clamber to the tops of houses and blossom by tens of thousands.