re upholstered in the best and softest of material,
while every convenience is provided for the use of the lucky mortal who
is called across the continent on business or pleasure, and whose
pleasure it is to travel and sleep in the Pullman sleeping car of the
present day. The traveler of today when he has to go from Chicago to San
Francisco, simply throws a few things in a grip, is driven to the Union
terminal station in Chicago, where he secures a through ticket and a
sleeping car berth. At the car steps he is met by the Pullman porter who
relieves him of his grip and assists him on the train if necessary. From
that time until four days later when he arrives in San Francisco, he has
no more care. If he wishes to write letters there is a handy writing
tablet with stationery and everything needful. He can write his letters
and hand them to the porter to mail and continue his perusal of the
morning paper. If he gets hungry he has but to step in the dining car,
where he will find viands fit for a king. If he wants a shave or a
haircut, the barber is in the next car. If he wants to view the scenery
en route, the observation car is but a few steps away. When he gets
sleepy and wishes to retire he presses the electric button at his elbow
and the porter will do the rest, but if he prefers to lay in his
luxurious bed and read, he has but to turn on the electric light at his
bedside and he can read as long as he pleases, and when he arrives at
San Francisco he will be cleanly shaven, nicely brushed, with his shoes
freshly shined, and on the outside of a good breakfast, ready to tackle
at once the business or the pleasure that brought him across the
continent. Or, if the traveler prefers, he may swing aboard the
magnificently equipped and royally appointed Los Angeles Limited, one of
the finest through trains that this mundane sphere can boast. Catch this
train in Chicago, which you may do any day in the year, and it will
carry you with safety, speed and comfort over the fertile farms, meadows
and plains; through the City of the Saints on the second day; then
around the Great Dead Sea of America, over the sage brush plains and
grazing ranges of southern Nevada, and into the Land of Sunshine and
Flowers and the City of the Angels on the third day after leaving your
home in Chicago.

What a contrast to the mode of travel our grandfathers were forced to
adopt, a decade ago, when the old ox team and the prairie schooner
wended its sl