Palaces and Courts of the Exposition

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Palaces and Courts of the Exposition
A Handbook of the Architecture Sculpture and Mural Paintings with
Special Reference to the Symbolism

By Juliet James

"The trail is lost, the path is hid and winds that blow from out the ages
sweep me on to that chill borderland where time's spent sands engulf
lost peoples and lost trails."
Marian Manville Pope

A Foreword

The Pastel City by the Sea

There is a hill-crowned city by a silver sea, near a Golden Gate. For
ages the water has washed from an almost land-locked bay against this
hill-crowned city, and on its northern side has created of the shore an
amphitheatre stretching for some three miles to the western headlands.
Behind this amphitheatre rises, in terraces, the steep hills of this
water-lashed city, and in part, a forest of pines stretches to the west.
Man has flanked this reach of shore by two lowering forts, and in front,
across the sapphire sea, one looks onto the long undulations of hills,
climaxed by grand old Tamalpais.
Just three years ago and one saw in this same low-lying shore only a
marshy stretch, with lagoons working their way far into the land - the

home of the seagull.
There came a time when, had you looked closely, you would have seen
coming thru the Golden Gate a phantom flotilla of caravels, freighted
with clever ideas.
On the vessels came; at the prows were several noble figures: Energy,
Enterprise, Youth, the Spirit of the East, the Spirit of the West, Success,
and in the last caravel, the stalwart Mother of Tomorrow.
They had dug and delved with mighty Hercules and had created that
great gap that has severed two continents. Then, leaving their work to
be finished, they had sailed on to celebrate their triumph in the Land of
El Dorado, the region of their desires.
In a shallop in front of these floating winged vessels, riding on the
waves, came Venus, rowed by the fairies - in her hand the golden ball
of opportunity.
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