SOME WILD FLOWERS OF CALIFORNIA— WALKING 



to love it from a never-to-be-forgotten day in the redwoods with John Muir, 

 who chose this dainty blossom to weave in a tissue of beautiful fancies, 

 and from which to draw a gospel divine. 



How few of the wild flowers of California have I space to name. Those 

 who would know of them and have not opportunity to seek them on 

 Nature's breast, I would refer to Rattan's "California Flora" and "The Wild 

 Flowers of California," by M. E. Parsons and M. W. Buck. This last deals 

 with over five hundred varieties, I believe. There, too, will be found the 

 Latin names of them, which from love of the flowers I have omitted! And if 

 one should wish to see the perfect counterfeit presentment of them upon 

 canvas, let him seek and find it in the studio of Mrs. Alice Chittenden, 

 chieftest of flower-painters, whose art has been doubly inspired through 

 love of her subject. 



"No wild flowers in California!" The track of the Southern Railway 

 runs for some distance along the Mojave Desert. One day in the May 

 month I saw from the car windows a carpet of bloom stretching as far as 

 the eye could reach, made up of every variety of color and tone and shade of 

 color under the sun — more wonderful in combination and harmony than 

 could ever come from the far-famed Persian looms; and I wondered at the 

 name of desert applied to this marvelous region which a few drops of rain- 

 moisture could make to "blossom as the rose." 



INA COOLBRITH. 



Walki ng 



WILLIAM GREER HARRISON. 

 President of the Olympic Club 



|f> ALKING is an index to character. Study the man or woman 

 in natural motion and you will have no difficulty in interpreting 

 character. 



Alas, few men and fewer women know how to walk. 

 Both seem to present the varied forms of locomotion In- 

 dulged in by our several ancestors. There is the jerky motion 

 of the ape, the side gliding movement of the bear, and the twisting move- 

 ment of the less gainly of the lower animal kingdom. 



Few of the present generation can be said to "Walk with God" — so 

 sloppish is their walking. 



Heel and toe; yes — but it's on the heel always, toes in the air: pound- 

 ing the spine all day long, and wondering why they have headaches. They 

 have overlooked the " 'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer on the 'ard 'ighway," the 

 heel being all of the foot used and the spine subjected to a continuous 

 shock. 



Natural walking is a splendid execise. Every time the limbs are moved 

 the intestines are gently massaged and the vital organs toned up and 

 encouraged to work. 



The lungs are oxidized and the skin made to do its duty by rapid 

 walking. 



The health-life is earned by out-of-door work, and walking is the 

 agency through which the best results are obtained. 



A plain woman, who walks naturally, becomes attractive. An ugly 

 man overcomes his ugliness by the grace of his movements. 



The most beautiful face cannot save a woman if she "shuffles." 

 The man who walks on his heels is ugly and vulgar, no matter what 

 his facial attractions may be. 



What is walking? It is a long, easy glide forward — noiseless and 

 sure— the foot work being done with the forward part, all the weight of 



