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A he time had come when
Sam Taylor decided something
had to be done about it. Of
course there was nothing wrong.
His salary was livable, wife —
lovable, children—adorable.
Yet life just didn't click. An occasional discord sounded in the
accustomed rhythm of his work.
Something was dulling the
sparkle in Mary's eyes. Cer-
tainlysomethinghadtobedone.
He needed... well... that was
it! A change. A trip? Not one
of those regular summer vacations to the same old nearby resort, but a trip that would open
his mind, stir his pulses. He
would go into that land he had
long since visited in his imagination—the West!
That night he casually suggested to the family that this
summer they might visit the
Pacific coast. Sam will tell you
now that the excited pleasure of
that evening was worth every
cent the trip cost him. The
Taylor family journeyed West
many, many times before they
actually boarded the train.
Mary wanted to see Santa
Barbara and Del Monte, little Miss Margaret insisted that they visit Hollywood,
Sam knew he must see the Pacific Northwest before he died, and if Junior didn't get
to go through San Francisco's Chinatown,
it would be much safer to stay at home.
Sam had to find tickets that would include
them all. The Taylor family went West,
—Southern Pacific.
Their b _
bristled with golf
clubs and tennis
rackets. But the
clean, brisk fun on
cool fairways and
tennis courts that
overhung the Pacific's shore was only
part of the vacation's
reward. Days of
hiking and riding,
nights of dancing,
merry tours to Mt.
Rainier's flower-edged glaciers, to Yo-
semite's half-mile high waterfalls, and to
Los Angeles' movieland—these, too, were
but a part of the outing.
As they wandered through the many
shrines America's history has left them—
Davy Crocket's Alamo at San Antonio;
the old Missions of the heroic Padres;
Ramona's Marriage Place at San Diego;
the land of the Forty-Niners; the Mark
Twain and Bret Harte country; Monterey; Lewis and Clark's mighty Columbia;
they felt the full inspiration of this Western
Land. Horizons fell back. These United
States became their United States. Mary's
eyes will carry forever the sparkle of mountain lakes. The thrill of new friends will
live in their memories. The brave sweep of
this Pacific slope, its contrasts, people and
natural wonders will stand behind them always. The Taylors became a family with a
xational background.
In the fast developing Pacific slope Sam
had visioned the possibilities of a branch
factory for his firm. And, somehow, he knew
he had gained the poise and self-confidence to make the dream real.
To the casual observer, Junior carried
home only two things from the West. A
bit of western sunset in his cheeks and a
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strange imitation of two Chinamen in argument. But a few knew that his school-books
had come to life. Glaciers, craters, mountain-passes and old trails were memory
keys that opened new worlds for him.
Why don't you invest in this trip
West this Summer?
Sam Taylor, his wife and youngsters are
mythical folks, of course, but the trip they
might have taken is a very real trip that has
been actually made by many a happy family.