By the end of 1854, San Francisco had aged sufficiently to justify publication of its Annals, the
story of men and events memorable in a short but crowded history. To
the editors of this book, the purpose of history was to amass a
delightful rubbish-heap of dislocated facts. Cheek by jowl are lurid
tales of the primrose path, and sober reminders that the majority of
the citizens were essentially virtuous. Praise was meted out to the
benevolent activities of San Franciscans, and to the zeal with which
material improveĀment went forward.