A little architectural splicing in the genetic lab of the future and this is what you might get: Formulaic S.S. Beman enlivened by the wicked Arts & Crafts tomfoolery of Bernard Maybeck. I’d invent time travel to have a beer with Bernie. Beman, not so much.
I think this effort might require an architectural model.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep the story straight, like the several construction dates thrown about so casually. I’d better pick one—1908—and stick to it.
PS: According to the note at the bottom of the plan, I drew this on the plane returning from Cairo with my friend Crazy Richard. Has it been that long already?