December In San Francisco

If any resident of the eastern states visited Golden Gate park Christmas he must have been forcibly strnck with the striking contrast it presented to what would be seen that time of year in any eastern pleasure ground. The air was mild and pleasant and invited outdoor exercise. The recent rain had freshened the flowers, trees and grass, causing brighter colors and more vivid tinte. Thonsands of men, women and children sat during the afternoon in the open air hstening to the music of the band or reclined on the greensward, at ease with themselves and the world. Children filled the swings, rode on the merry-goround or ate popcorn on the grass. Hundreds of gay turnouts speeded along the broad driveways, the occupants unincumbered by heavy clothing. The trees and lawns rioted in luxuriant verdure, while the flower beds were aglow with a wealth of