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 THAT WAS 
 
 A DREAM WORTH 
 BUILDING 
 
 ' TRIBUTE AND RETRQSPEC 
 LOUISA T ' 
 
GIFT OF 
 
Night 
 
 Study of 
 
 Fine Arts 
 
 Dome 
 
 Showing 
 
 Figure by 
 
 Ralph 
 
 Stackpole 
 
THAT WAS A 
 DREAM WORTH BUILDING 
 
 THE SPIRIT OF SAN FRANCISCO'S 
 
 GREAT FAIR PORTRAYED IN PICTURE 
 
 AND WORDS BY 
 
 LOUIS J 
 
 REPRODUCTIONS FROM THE AUTHOR'S 
 EXCLUSIVE CAMERA STUDIES AS 
 
 COLORED BY 
 EDITH KINNEY STELLMANN 
 
 H ' S ' CROCKER COMPANY 
 PUBLISHERS 
 

 Copyright, 1916 
 
 Louis J. Stellmann 
 
 San Francisco 
 
Farewell, O My City of Wonder! 
 Farewell, O My City of Breams! 
 Thy triumph of ^Beauty and Color, 
 Thy magic of scintillant gleams 
 oAre ended for ever and ever. 
 So short was thy glory, so keen, 
 It seems like a marvelous fancy, 
 oA vision that never has been. 
 
 more, like a "Valley of Jewels, 
 oAt night will thy radiance glow; 
 ( 5\[p more will thy mystic aurora 
 Of light-beacons flash to and fro 
 oAcross the horizon and onward 
 oAfar into unfathomed space 
 To kindle our souls with a fervor 
 Of passionate beauty and grace. 
 
 VII 
 
(Continued) 
 
 more mil thy courts and pavilions 
 'Resound with the festival tread 
 Of crowds nor the glad hum of voices. 
 oAll silent and empty and dead 
 Thy once-merry parks. Bleak and withered 
 The riot of color and bloom; 
 oAn den unpeopled and blighted! 
 cA Fairyland gone to its doom! 
 
 cAnd yet in our hearts is a memory 
 Of rapture that never can fade. 
 Forever the spirit revisits 
 Bright garden and dim colonnade 
 To drink, like a fresh inspiration, 
 The wine of a vanished repast; 
 To feast on the sweet recollection 
 Of splendors too vivid to last. 
 
 VIII 
 
THAT WAS A 
 DREAM WORTH BUILDING 
 
THAT WAS A 
 
 DREAM WORTH BUILDING 
 
 % LOUIS T' STELLMANN 
 
 A I remember it first this won- 
 drous Dream City of ours it 
 was a sort of celebrant hope, a pro- 
 spective, half-nebulous crownfor aking 
 not yet arisen: the contemplated cli- 
 max of the uncompleted Panama Canal. 
 Many, many years it seems to me 
 now, since this first whispering of a 
 great World Holiday in a city of 
 achievement, especially in merrymak- 
 ing. But it was no new idea, the crea- 
 tion of an international playground 
 
THAT "WAS A DREAM 
 WORTH BUILDING 
 
 for a season and it caused no furore 
 nor remarkable enthusiasm. 
 
 We of San Francisco live very 
 much in the Present. We cross bridges 
 when we come to them, and if there 
 are no bridges we build them. That 
 is our way. 
 
 And then came the Fire. I say the 
 Fire, for the Earthquake was a little 
 thing beside it. We had had earth- 
 quakes before. We will have them 
 again. But the Fury of Flame that 
 came with it was near to our undoing. 
 We had to build up a city again. In 
 three years we did it the city that 
 the World declared could not be built 
 in ten and then we came back to 
 our Dream. 
 
". The Expo 
 ' sitidn at 
 Dusk 
 
It seemed to me as though we car- 
 ried the banners of that dream through 
 a storm of obstacles such as no city 
 ever knew before, carried them, bat- 
 tered and torn, but steadily and never 
 faltering to the goal planted them 
 there proud and panting. 
 
 It seemed as though the World 
 were massed against us; first our own 
 state, then our country, then the na- 
 tions over-sea. First Rivalry, then 
 Enmity, then Apathy and later still, 
 Turmoil of Circumstance such as no 
 previous years had known. 
 
 All of them we conquered through 
 our Faith, our Singleness of Purpose, 
 our invincible desire to perpetuate the 
 Dream. That was how it began. 
 
Fountain of 
 Energy 
 Reflected in 
 a Lagoon 
 of the 
 South 
 Gardens; 
 Palace of 
 Horticul' 
 ture and 
 Italian 
 Towers in 
 Back- 
 ground 
 
PREAM 
 
 WORTH 'BUILDING 
 
 IT WAS a sony place enough that 
 was selecfted as a site the garden 
 of our Wonderland-to-be. Desolate it 
 was, forsaken, littered o'er with huts, 
 debris and stagnant pools. One would 
 have thought that it would take more 
 than a magic wand to fashion it into 
 a beauty spot for all of the World's 
 peoples. And, for the first year, it 
 became even more repellant. Where 
 there had been rubbish and peace there 
 came a very terror of confusion an 
 activity so vicious and chaotic of 
 appearance that it chafed the spirit 
 past all patience. 
 
 Shouting and bustle and discord 
 and running about! Steam whistles 
 and rumbling of trucks, the blows of 
 
 8 
 
Colonnade 
 in the 
 Court of 
 Flowers 
 
10 
 
 THAIi 
 
 -fitiltDING 
 
 hammers, the terrible staccato of drills, 
 the whine of revolving saws, a mix' 
 ture of noise and matter, indescribable. 
 
 We shunned the place and won' 
 dered even though we peeped at it 
 curiously, now and then, and went 
 quickly away. For a long time it seemed 
 to go on without change, save that 
 the noises became more strident, the 
 piles of wood and iron larger, more 
 nondescript. 
 
 And then, quite suddenly there 
 seemed to emanate from all this tur- 
 bulence a hint of order, some promise 
 of a plan, a great plan the beginning 
 of our Dream! 
 
 Henceforth we came oftener, we 
 Dreamers of the Dream, we San Fran- 
 
Tpwers of 
 California 
 Building at 
 Night 
 
 II 
 
12 
 
 T. \WAJ3 A PREAM 
 
 ciscans, and, little by little, we became 
 Planners of the Plan instead. 
 
 For, as it grew, so did our under' 
 standing of it: of its scope, its far" 
 reaching purpose, its inevitable effed: 
 upon the World. 
 
 Of our understanding came appre' 
 ciation. Pride entered into us with 
 realization of the magnitude, the mar" 
 vel of our work, a pride that bred 
 no haughty idleness of self-esteem, but 
 feverish desire for co-operation. 
 
 Thus we became a City of Workers, 
 each in his separate field; each doing 
 his labor, large or small, important or 
 insignificant, with equal fervor and 
 delight of service. We thought of little 
 else. The gaze of us all was centered 
 
THAT WAS-'A 'DREAM 
 )WQRTH : BUIJ,DING. 
 
 on the building of this wondrous 
 spectacle our Dream. 
 
 As it took definite shape, this great 
 Purpose Harmony of our Half Million, 
 it became a magnet that drew unto 
 itself the aid of Dream Builders every 
 where. 
 
 They came to us from the East and 
 the West, the North and the South 
 the men who love great undertak- 
 ingsand enlisted under our flag. 
 
 Men of many talents they were: 
 Painters with brushes and words, 
 Chiselers of marble and landscapes, 
 moulders of clay and of mansions, 
 Chieftains of System and Color, Wis" 
 ards of light, Generalissimos of Amuse' 
 ment, Knights of Nonsense, Captains 
 
A Night 
 /View of 
 tl>e Fine 
 
 Arts Dome 
 
 with its 
 
 Wonderful 
 
 Reflection 
 
i6 
 
 TH.AT 
 
 . WPRTH BUILDING- 
 
 of Display, Apostles of Order, Agents 
 of Expediency, Economy, Service. 
 
 A mighty hierarchy were they: all 
 Planners and Builders of Dreams! And, 
 wonder of wonders! all building a 
 dream together in accord and amity, 
 in seal and efficiency incomparable. 
 
 Under them an army of trained 
 and united workers, back of them a 
 city, a state, a country nay, a world 
 of watchers and well-wishers. For 
 now that the Dream was building and 
 some knowledge of its beauty had been 
 rumored round about, the peoples of 
 the Earth stood on tip-toe, as chil- 
 dren watch the trimming of a Christ- 
 mas tree, eager to see it finished, im- 
 patient to share in its joys. 
 
Da Jr In the 
 Fine Arts 
 Colonnade, 
 and a 
 Glimpse of 
 the Half 
 Dome 
 Doorway 
 in Palace of 
 Education 
 
i8 
 
 THAT WAS A DREAM 
 .BUILDING 
 
 And so through the last year of 
 its development, we watched it rising, 
 spire by spire, building by building, 
 dome by dome, from the hilltops all 
 about this dream'site,once so desolate. 
 And then we came closer, unsatisfied 
 with distant glimpses. In among the 
 scaffolding, round about the drays and 
 trucks, between the plaster giants, un" 
 completed, through the mud of embryo 
 gardens and along the banks of un- 
 finished lagoons, we made our way. 
 
A Foggy 
 je4igik in 
 the Court 
 of Flowers, 
 Showing 
 Festival 
 Hall and 
 Fountain of 
 Beauty and 
 the Beast 
 
' THAT WAS' A- DREAM 
 
 WE SAW ungainly skeletons of 
 wood and iron growing into 
 shapes of wondrous grace and beauty, 
 trees arise from bogs, French gardens 
 from wastes of mire, fountains and 
 pools from ditches and sloughs. 
 
 Flowers bloomed as though by 
 magic, colonnades and arches shook 
 off their wooden shells, figures sprang, 
 full armed, from roofs and columns. 
 Litter and confusion vanished silently. 
 
 Our eyes beheld the material form 
 of our Dream, a splendid substance, 
 almost too grand for our comprehen- 
 sion. And we deemed it a miracle 
 of beauty and were glad. 
 
 Yet this was but the bare, crude 
 surface. As we watched it, day by 
 
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 THAT >VAS A DRJEAM 
 
 day, with growing wonder, the mys- 
 tery of color transfused itself through- 
 out it all, made it glow with some 
 weird animation like a statue that 
 has come to life. 
 
 First the warm tints of the gen- 
 eral scheme, then relief that sprang 
 out in a multitude of shades and 
 blended with the budding reds and 
 greens and yellows of a new-born 
 floral wealth. Then the details of 
 great murals and their symbolism, the 
 blue or green of sunlit waters a 
 grand ensemble to delight the heart. 
 
 But, even yet our dream was in- 
 complete. With night came flashing 
 fires of opal, emerald, ruby, turquoise, 
 amethyst; great beacon lights that 
 
Marina 
 - ^nd Domes 
 'from the 
 Yacht 
 Harbor, 
 Showing 
 Aeroplane 
 in Flight 
 
THAT WAS 
 WQRTB BUILDING 
 
 swept and searched the sky, a mar- 
 velous chromatic spread of color, such 
 as Queen Aurora might have used to 
 fan the mystic fires of an Arctic day 
 to life. 
 
 At last we were ready. Our ban- 
 quet hall was spread and decorated 
 for the entertainment of the World. 
 
 It was a great day for San Fran- 
 cisco, that day our dream came true 
 in all its full and rich fhiition. 
 
ASedion 
 of the Fine 
 Arts 
 Peristyle 
 
THAT WAS A DREAM 
 WORTH BUILDING 
 
 : QOULD scarcely wait for 
 : dawiti, so eager were we and 
 glad and filled with fine anticipation. 
 Like a Host of Triumph, two hun- 
 dred thousand strong, we marched, 
 through biting winds and spurts of 
 rain, singing, waving aloft our banners, 
 crying aloud our delight. Like a throng 
 of children starving for a holiday, we 
 descended on the Portals of our 
 Dream, entered, played among its 
 sights and scenes. Fatigue we knew 
 not. Time stopped its course within 
 our reckoning. 
 
 It was little different from yester, 
 day in all truth. Yet the spirit of 
 aeons lay between. 
 
 Today was Today! 
 
' 'Oceef the 
 Great 
 Fountains 
 in the 
 Court of 
 the Uni* 
 verse at 
 Night 
 
THAT WAS A DREAM 
 
 It was the festive release from our 
 long suspense of waiting. The apex 
 of our Dream! 
 
 What can I say of the months that 
 followed? So short they seemed, we 
 could not understand. So brief and 
 wonderful and full of glory. 
 
 Glad crowds everywhere, Beauty 
 rampant, wonder in the eyes of five 
 races, delight in the minds of a hun- 
 dred nations' folk, a million human 
 types in glad communion. 
 
 Festivity over all. Entertainment 
 for everyone. Music for those that 
 loved it. Floral triumphs for the na- 
 ture-lover. Art for the pidlorially-in- 
 clined. Charm for a multitude of 
 varied peoples. Education. Inspiration. 
 
 28 
 

 I 
 
 The Beau- 
 t tiful Dome 
 , 'of the 
 Fine Arts 
 Palace and 
 Hawaiian 
 Carnival 
 Boat on the 
 Lagoon 
 
THAT WAS'A'I&EAM 
 WORTH BUILDING . . . 
 
 Food for all of the senses. For Spirit 
 and Mind as well! 
 
 We, whose dream it was, soon 
 came to see that it had been a World 
 Dream; that the millions whose lives 
 have been starved of Beauty, near 
 and afar, had dreamed this dream. 
 Their yearning had helped us to build 
 it. And then we were proud with a 
 pride hitherto unknown, that our 
 dream might be shared by these 
 throngs from the whole of Life's 
 pathways. 
 
 And we knew that our dream 
 would live forever. 
 
 It was a comforting thought, as the 
 days went by, for, ever and anon, we 
 said to ourselves or one another: 
 
the'Rising 
 Sun in 
 Court of 
 the Uni- 
 verse at 
 Night 
 
THAT .WAS. A DUEAM 
 " BUJLT>IN0 
 
 "Soon it will be over." 
 
 It seemed as though we spoke of 
 a friend who was dying. Who daily 
 grew weaker and more sweet, the loss 
 of whom seemed ever a grief more 
 poignant, a void more unbearable to 
 contemplate. 
 
 That is how we loved our Dream! 
 
 Between whiles we said, "Let us 
 laugh and enjoy what we may." And 
 we went to our Dreamland more often, 
 stayed longer, drank deeper of its joy. 
 
 Soon the time came when we said, 
 "It is tomorrow," and we said it silent- 
 ly within ourselves, for it was not a 
 thought to be spoken aloud. Then 
 the day came The Last Day! 
 
PREAM 
 BUILDfNG 
 
 We are a merrymaking city, so 
 we called it a holiday. We sang loudly 
 and thronged the gates. We were 
 feverishly glad. We went early and 
 stayed late long after midnight. We 
 heard the farewell speeches. We saw 
 the buildings closed for the last time. 
 We saw the lights come on, slowly 
 and glow for a little while. We 
 watched them go out, one by one- 
 forever. 
 
 Our Dream was over. 
 
 And yet And yet 
 
 We that have thought it all out 
 know that our dream has only begun. 
 
 We builded only the substance 
 that substance of wondrous beauty 
 
Detail of 
 Fitje Arts 
 Colonnade 
 and Statue 
 of "Young 
 Pan" 
 
 35 
 
tHATWAS : A 1>REAM 
 
 and delight and inspiration upon 
 the shores of our bay, within the 
 hollow of our sheltering hills. 
 
 That substance is doomed and, ah, 
 the pity of it! 
 
 Would that it, too, might last for- 
 ever, like its image within our memory, 
 like its eternal and uplifting message 
 to mankind. 
 
 But the dream that we builded was 
 greater than wood or plaster or iron 
 or stone. Our dream was a thing 
 imperishable, a dream of Love and 
 Yearning for better things, of Inspira- 
 tion, of Fraternity, of Soul Striving. 
 
 We built it upon human hearts; 
 nay, into the fibre of Humanity itself 
 our dream has entered, to become 
 
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THAT WAS'A DREAM 
 BUILDING 
 
 a heritage for future good, for beauty 
 and acheivement in generations upon 
 generations yet unborn. 
 
 And the message of our Dream ! 
 
 That has gone to the ends of the 
 Earth, upon human tongues, through 
 the potency of words and deeds and 
 thoughts. 
 
 What is that message? 
 
 Many have tried to tell us but 
 none have succeeded. The dream has 
 done it alone. Those who have seen 
 it know its message even though they 
 cannot speak it aloud. And they have 
 made it known to their kindred afar, 
 without words. 
 
 It seems, indeed, a thing beyond 
 words, this message. A something 
 
f HAT'WA'S- >t. PREAM 
 
 BUILDING 
 
 that the heart feels and the spirit 
 senses, the glory and fulness of which 
 words may only suggest, but a mes- 
 sage that has rung its meaning, clear 
 and limpid, like a bell-stroke, through 
 the globe. 
 
 Oh, that was a dream worth 
 building ! 
 
 And, now we must see the sub- 
 stance perish. We must see our glad 
 gardens fade and their bloom disap- 
 pear. We must watch our palaces 
 and mansions crumble, our fountains 
 be stilled and shattered. We must 
 see our Fairy-land blighted, our Eden 
 unpeopled, despoiled of its beauty 
 and joy. 
 
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THAT WAS A DREAM 
 WORTH BUILDING 
 
 We are like Cinderella, when the 
 hour of midnight has struck. 
 That is hard, but it is Life. 
 
 Thus all of our dreams are born; 
 are developed and finished and de- 
 stroyed. Thus Time, like the waves 
 of the sea, wipes out our dear Castles 
 of Sand. 
 
 Yet, in our hearts all that is worthy 
 shall linger. 
 
 In the hearts of the multitude all 
 that is truly great shall endure. 
 
 Like a seed of great dreams it shall 
 ripen into a harvest of greater and 
 still greater dreams, until the End of 
 Things. 
 
THAT WAS A DREAM 
 WORTH BUILDING 
 
 So let us be glad of the Dream 
 we have builded. And, to the pass' 
 ing of that exquisite shadow which 
 has grown out of it and lived for a 
 time, let us not give too long nor too 
 wistful a thought. 
 
 It were better to build more dreams. 
 
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