DIVISION TEN — MISCELLANEOUS. 667 



PASADENA PRIZE BABY. 



In June, 1889, a photographer named Downing offered a prize for the 

 finest baby born within a year ; and he would take a picture, free, of all 

 babies entered for the prize. When seventy-five different babies had been 

 thus entered, their pictures were all put into one great partition frame. 

 Then a committee was selected of three bachelors, who did not know whose 

 baby a single one of the pictures represented. This committee never dared 

 to permit their names to be made public ; but they labored three days with 

 the difficult task of deciding which one of the seventy-five should receive 

 the prize, as the "prettiest and finest baby in Pasadena." "rXve^ Pasadena 

 Standard o{ July 26, 1889, thus reports on the matter: 



" This prize was awarded last Tuesday to Freddie Clarence Haw- 

 LEY, baby son of Salma W. and Sarah S. Hawley. Baby Hawley was born 

 in Pasadena, June 13, 1888; was baptized in the Universalist church July 

 22, 1888; was photographed in competition for the prize, June 25, 1889. 

 The prize is a greatly enlarged picture of the child, finished in oil or crayon, 

 as the parents may prefer, and handsomely framed. When baby's grand- 

 n"" other was informed of the award she wiped her spectacles and said com- 

 placently : "Well! well! well! I knew he was a nice baby — but I never 

 expected that !" And her silver hairs took on a shinier shine. Mrs. Hawley 

 is one of the devoted and faithful teachers in the Band of Hope ; and her 

 bright little boys, Milton and Frank, are often in demand to 'speak a piece' 

 in the Band, or in Sunday School." 



LOCAL POETRY. 



From its earliest settlement Pasadena has been a paradise for poets, and 

 I could fill a book with apothegms in verse, born of the land itself and its 

 local environments ; yet comparatively few of them are worth reprinting. 

 The following excerpt was written by Charles A. Gardner, in 1887 — and 

 was published some years later by the Art L,oan Association as one of its 

 choice souvenirs of Pasadena. It has thus gained a certain historic prestige, 

 and hence I quote it, adding some footnotes of explanation which will better 

 enable the reader to understand the subtle symbolism of its local allusions. 

 The poet is coming up from Los Angeles to Pasadena on the Santa Fe rail- 

 road, and from that outlook and uplook he sings this song : 



Steaming up from out the lowlands at the closing of the day, 

 When the sun has furled his banners by the trail of Santa Fe, 

 When the drowsy god has nestled in the bosom of the west, 

 And the purple of his glory fills the valley of the blest. 



Gleams the City of the Highlands in its beauty and its pride. 

 With the laurel of the victor and the orange of the bride. 

 Flashing out upon the vision like the bright and morning star 

 That the pilgrims of the Orient have followed from afar. 



Above the noise of battle, in its beauty and its peace. 



Its portals catch the earliest " Good Morning " from the east, 



