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.NUARY  1928 


F.  Ray  Comstock  &  Morris  Gest 
present 

BALIEFF'S  CHAUVE-SOURIS 

The    Unique    Show    of   the    World 

Artistic   Triumph    of  Paris, 
London,  Moscow  and  Berlin 

coming  to 

CURRAN  THEATRE 

December  26 


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HOTEL 
MARK 

HOPKINS 

atop  nob  hill 
SAN  FRANCISCO 

The  place  to  stop  when 
you're  in  town. 

Easy  to  reach 

New   ■"'   Quiet 

Dine  and  Dance  in 
Peacock  Court 

Excellent  Cuisine 

Anson  Weeks' 
Orchestra 


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.Music 

Janlarv  (.1,  8,  Afternoons,  Curran 
Theatre.  Los  An^^eles  Symphony, 
Schneevoigt  conducting. 

Janl'arv  7,  Saturday  Evening,  Civic 
Auditorium.  Los  Angeles  Sym- 
phony. Schneevoigt  conducting. 

January  Q,  Monday  Evening,  Civic 
Auditorium.  Georges  Enesco,  Ru- 
manian violinist.  (Oppenheimer  at- 
traction). 

Janl'ary  12,  Thursday  Evening, 
Civic  Auditorium  San  Francisco 
Symphony.  Alfred  Hertz  conduct- 
ing. Georges  Enesco.  guest  artist. 

Janlar"!'  13,  27,  Friday  afternoons, 
Curran  Theatre.  San  Francisco 
Symphony,  Wheeler  Beckett  con- 
ducting. Young  People's  Symphony 
Concerts. 

January  15,  20,  22,  Afternoons,  Cur- 
ran Theatre.  San  Francisco  Sym- 
phony,   Alfred    Hertz    conducting. 

January  lb,  Monday  Afternoon, 
Fairmont  Hotel.  Eva  Gauthier. 
Seckels  attraction). 

January  20,  Friday  Evening,  Scot- 
tish Rite  Auditorium.  Alary  Lewis, 
soprano.  (Elwyn  attraction). 

January  22,  Sunday  Afternoon, 
Civic  Auditorium.  Y  ehudi  M  enuhin , 
violinist.  (Oppenheimer  attraction) 

January  2Q,  Sunday  Afternoon, 
Scottish  Rite  Auditorium.  Waller 
Gieseking,  pianist.  Oppenheimer 
attraction) . 

The  Theatre 

The  Curran  :  Baileff's  Chauve  Souris. 
Caviarof  Russian  vaudeville.  Open- 
ing December  2bth. 

The  Lurie:  "Hit  The  Deck.  Hear  'em 
sing  "Hallelujah."  To  be  followed 


by    "Laugh,    Clown,    Laugh    uith 
Lionel  Barrymore. 

The  Columbia:  The  Cradle  Song. 
Eva  Le  Galliene's  Civic  Repertory 
Company  in  the  gem  of  her  last 
season's  offerings. 

Plaier's  Guild:  Bull  Dog  Drum- 
mond.  Cameron  Prudhomme  as 
"Bull  Dog."  Woof!  Woof!  A  mys- 
tery show. 

The  President:  The  Gossipy  Sex. 
We're  going  to  find  out  which  is 
which. 

The  Alcazar:  Neiv  Brooms.  By 
Frank  Cravens  which  means  laugh- 
ing and  guffawing.  Robert  Mc- 
Wade  in  his  original  role. 

The  Orpheum:  X'audeville.  Always 
worth-while  and  sometimes  more 
than  that.  Fanny  Brice  arrives  the 
week  of  January  7th. 

La  Gaiete  Francaise:  Productions 
in  French.  Attraction  unannounced 
as  yet  for  January. 
Movies 

Embassy:  Old  San  Francisco.  We'll 
all  enjoy  this.  Dolores  Costello  in 
the  lead.  Vitaphone  too! 

California:  The  Private  Life  of 
Helen  of  Troy.  Helen  in  a  few  of  her 
loser  moments.  Screaming. 

St.  Francis:  Lovelorn.  The  immortal- 
ization of  La  Beatrice  Fairfax.  It 
should  never  have  happened. 

Warfield:  Weekly  change  of  first- 
run  pictures  for  conscientious  movie 
fans. 

Granada:  Same  here. 

Imperial:    And    here. 
Art 

(Due  to  the  fact  that  at  the  time  of  going 

to  press  the  art  exhibits  have  not  de- 


finitely been  announced,  we  merely  list 

the  galleries) 

Paul  Elder  Gallery:  January  9: 
Selected  exhibition  of  wood-blocks, 
lithographs,  Japanese  prints  and 
special  prints. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legion 
OF  Honor:  Water  color  exhibit. 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie: 

California  School  of  Fine  Arts. 

Crock  of  Gold. 

Dining  and  Dancing 

The  Mark  Hopkins:  The  Peacock 
Room.  Hobnobing  with  the  Reign- 
ing Dynasty  on  Nob  Hill. 

Tait's-at-the-Beach:  On  Sloat 
Boulevard.  Looking  West  at  the 
Far  East  while  dining  and  dancing. 

The  Saint  Francis:  The  Garden 
Room,  Good  Music  and  smart 
people.   What  more? 

Cabiria:  530  Broadway.  A  revue 
with  very  informal  people  vxatching 
it.  Inexpensively  amusing. 

Jungletown:  502  Broadway.  For  a 
good  time  and  atmosphere,  we 
recommend  it. 

The  Aladdin  Studio:  3b3  Sutter. 
Coeducational.  Classes  conducted 
by  the  Misses  Mooser. 

Francis  Tea  Room:  315  Sutter.  De- 
lightfully delicious  food,  delight- 
fully served. 

The  Palace:  Rose  Room.  The  danc- 
ing crowd  seems  to  be  moving  this 
way — and  with  reason. 

The  Loggia:  127  Grant.  Luncheon, 
tea  and  dinner,  before,  during  and 
after  shopping. 

Temple  Bar  Tea  Room:  No.  1  Till- 
man Place.  One  of  the  best  places 
in  town  for  luncheon.   No  foolin'. 


ESTABLISHED  1S52 


SHREVE  &  COMPANY 

JEWELERS  and  SILVERSMITHS 


Post  Street  at  Grant  Avenue 


San  Francisco 


Time  Pays  Tribute 
to  Colonial  Furniture 

EARLY  American  Furniture  is  cherished  more  and  more  as  the  years 
go  by.  There  is  something  wholesomely  domestic  about  its  simple 
lines  and  well-balanced  proportions. 

hi  the  Sloane  displays  are  innumerable   Colonial  reproductions,  and 
those  of  other  periods,  which  will  give  distinction  to  your  home. 

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Tamara  Ge\a 

The  dashing  ballerina  of  the  Chauve-Souris.  Her  work  in  this  brilliant  company 
of  Russian  artists  headed  by  the  famed  Baileff,  which  comes  direct  to  the  Curran 
Theatre  the  day  after  Christmas,  has  charmed  New  York  audiences. 


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San  Francisco 

America's  Arch-Critic  Pays  Tribute 

By  H.  L.  MENCKEN 


Editor's  Note:  Before  it  was  decided  to  hold  the  next 
Republican  Convention  in  a  foreign  country,  Mr-  H  L. 
Mencken  in  an  effort  to  secure  the  GOP.  gathering  for 
San  Francisco  wrote  this  article.  As  we  believe  it  to  be 
one  of  the  finest  tributes  paid  this  city,  we  consider  it  a 
privilege  to  reprint  from  the  San  Francisco  Bulletin  the 
following  excerpts: 

I  CONFESS  to  a  great  weakness  for 
San  Francisco.    It   is  my  favorite 
American  town,  as  it  is  of  almost 
every  one  else  who  has  ever  visited  it. 
It  looks  out,  not  upon  Europe,  like 
New  York,  nor  upon  the  Bible  belt, 
like    Chicago,    but    upon    Asia,    the 
ancient    land,    and    the    changeless. 
There  is  an  Asiatic  touch  in  its  daily 
life,   as  there   is  a   touch  of  Europe 
[and  especially  of  the  slums  and  bag- 
nios of  Europe]    in   the   life  of  New 
York.  No  doubt  it  has  its  go-getters: 
if  so,  they  are  humanely  invisible.  Its 
people  take  the  time  to  live,  and  they 
are  aided  in  that  laudable  enterprise 
by    the    best   climate    in    the    world. 
"The  earthquake  of  April  18,   1906 
[To  San  Francisco  editors:  All  right, 
call  it  a  fire  if  you  want  to],  gave  San 
Francisco  a  dreadful  wallop,  and  for  a 
decade  or  more  thereafter  it  seemed 
in  peril  of  succumbing  to  the  stand- 
ardization that  prevails  everywhere 
else  in  America.  Many  of  its  most 
picturesque  quarters  were  wiped  out, 
and  in  the  rebuilding  there  ■was  little 
effort  to  reproduce  them.  Worse,  the 
work   of   reconstruction    attracted    a 
great  many  strangers,   and  some  of 
them  came  from  the  evangelical  wilds 
of  the  middle  west. 


THE  result  was  a  long  effort  to  con- 
vert San  Francisco  into  a  sort  of 
Asbury  Park.  Wowsers  arose  with  the 
demand  that  the  town  be  made  safe 
for   Sunday  school   superintendents. 
Anon  came  prohibition,  and  a  fresh 
effort  to  iron  it  out.  But  though  its 
peril,  for  a  while,  was  anything  but 
inconsiderable,  it  managed  to  survive 
this  onslaught,  and  today  it  seems  to 
be  out  of  danger.  Most  of  the  wowsers 
have  moved  to  Los  Angeles,  where  the 
populace  welcomes  and  admires  them. 
San  Francisco  has  returned  to  its  more 
spacious  and  urbane  life.  It  is  agree- 
ably wet,  sinful  and  happy.  A  civilized 
traveler  may  visit  it  today  without 
running  any  risk  of  being  thrown  into 
jail  or  ducked  in  a  baptismal  tank. 
The  rise  of  Los  Angeles,  indeed,  has 
been   a   godsend  to   the   whole  San 
Francisco    region,    though    the    San 
Franciscans    once    viewed    it    with 
alarm.    It  has  drawn  off  the  middle 
western    morons    who    flock    to    the 
coast,  and  concentrated  them  in  the 
south.    The   weather   down    there    is 
warmer — an  important  consideration 
to    farmers    who    have    been    chill- 
blained    and    petrified    by    the    long 
harsh    winters   of    Iowa.    And  more 
attention  is  paid  to  the  perils  of  the 
soul — always  an  important  matter  to 
agronomists.  In  San  Francisco  there 
seems  to  be  very  little  active  fear  of 
hell.  The  unpleasantness  of  roasting 
forever    is    sometimes    politely    dis- 


cussed, but  no  one  seems  to  get  into  a 
lather  about  it. 


IN  Los  Angeles  the  hell  question  is 
always  to  the  fore,  and  so  the 
yokels  find  the  place  more  to  their 
taste.  There  are  more  than  10,000 
evangelists  in  the  town,  all  of  them 
in  constant  eruption.  They  preach 
every  brand  of  theology  ever  heard 
of  in  the  world,  and  many  that  are 
quite  unknown  elsewhere.  When  two 
eminent  pastors  engage  in  a  slanging 
match,  which  is  very  frequently,  the 
combat  attracts  as  much  attention  as 
another  set  piece  by  Dempsey  and 
Tunney.  There  are  lowans  in  Los 
Angeles  who  go  to  church  three  times 
a  day,  and  to  a  different  basilica 
every  time.  It  is  a  paradise  of  Bible- 
searchers. 

No  such  frenzy  to  unearth  and  em- 
brace the  truth  is  visible  in  San 
Francisco.  As  I  have  said,  the  in- 
fluence of  Asia  is  upon  the  town,  and 
Asia  got  through  all  the  theological 
riddles  that  now  engage  Los  Angeles 
a  thousand  years  ago.  San  Francisco 
takes  such  things  lightly.  It  conse- 
crates its  chief  energies  to  the  far 
more  pleasant  and  important  business 
of  living  comfortably  on  this  earth. 
It  is  one  of  the  most  agreeable  great 
cities  in  the  world. 


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Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


VKRiLV,  verily  the  age  of  inno- 
cence remains.  And  contrary  to 
the  cynical  brethren  its  age  is  con- 
siderably over  the  four  year  mark. 
To  all  doubters  we  submit  the  case  of 
t  he  new  hweds  w  ho  recently  shattered 
the  composure  of  the  Fairmont 
Hotel.  Coming  from  Sacramento  they 


had  arisen,  on  this  first  dav\n  of  the 
honeymoon,  and  were  proceeding  to 
erase  the  fingers  of  sleep.  While  the 
girl  arranged  her  hair,  her  husband 
began  his  preparations  for  shaving. 
Retiring  to  the  bath  room  he  lathered 
his  face  generously  when  he  re- 
membered his  razor  was  still  in  his 
bag.  As  he  entered  the  room,  to  get 
it  he  was  espied  by  his  wife  who  at 
once  let  our  a  blood  chilling  screech 
and  rushed  out  of  the  room.  Down 
the  corridor  she  ran  screaming  and 
shrieking.  Eventually  a  bell  boy 
blocked  her  path  and  signalled  frantic- 
ally for  the  desk.  And  when  an  army 
of  assistant  managers  of  the  hotel  had 
brought  everything  from  smelling 
salts  to  soothing  syrup,  she  informed 
them  between  shudders  and  gasps 
that  her  husband  had  all  of  a  sudden 
begun  to  froth  at  the  mouth. 


THE  possibilities  of  a  new  game 
recently  developed  in  San  Fran- 
cisco are  nothing  short  of  astounding. 
A  thorough  resume  of  the  rules  and 
by-laws  of  the  recreation  are  too 
lengthy  to  give  here;  but  one  of  the 
unique  effects  of  it  shall  be  chroni- 
cled. At  a  very  popular  bachelor  apart- 
ment the  boys  and  girls  were  playing 
and  paying  the  game  and  its  penal- 
ties. The  penalties,  public,  are  minia- 
ture cyclones  themselves.  For  this 
particular  e\ening  there  were  a  series 
of  telephone  conversations  to  be 
made  by  the  loser  to  whomever  the 
winners  decided  upon.  And  one  of  the 
calls — was    made    the    Hon.    Rabbi 

X by  a  very  dainty  young  man 

whose  delicate  tenor  might  be  called 
elsewhere  a  masculine  contralto.  On 
being  connected  with  the  Rabbi  he 
asked  in  his  sweetest  tone:  "Hello! 
hello!    Is  this   the   King  of  Kings? 


There  w  as  a  moment  of  silence.  Then 

from  Rabbi  X "Ah,  yes!  And 

this     I     presume    is    the    Queen    of 
Queens?" 

?      «      I 

WE  take  this  opportunity, 
briefly,  to  commend  the  City 
feathers  for  their  rapid  abeyance  to 
suggestion  of  The  San  Franciscan 
in  the  matter  of  illuminating 
the  City  Hall.  In  a  recent  issue  we 
suggested  that  the  display  of  no  less 
that  eight  columns  of  variously 
colored  lights  be  removed  and  a 
simpler  method  used.  And  how — 
hallalujah — it  has  been  done.  We  are 
happy.  No  longer  will  the  stranger 
flock  to  our  Civic  Center  with  the 
impression  that  the  Sid  Grauman  riot 
of  color  before  them  is  a  Los  Angeles 
Movie  Palace  or  a  Piggly  Wiggly 
store  gone  havwire. 


AND  while  we  are  polishing  our 
monocle,  there  s  the  story  of  a 
very-much-celebrated  danseuse  and 
her  naive  correspondence  with  George 
Bernard  Shaw.  The  beautiful  lady 
had  been  growing  intensely  weary  of 
an  endless  resume  of  handsome  dogs 
w  ho  w  ined  her,  and  jeweled  her.  And 
in  this  depressing  mood  she  reached 
out  for  a  mental  sunburst — and 
received  it.  She  wrote  George  Ber- 
nard Shaw  and  told  him  all  about  it. 
The  time  had  come,  the  danseuse 
wrote,  to  take  a  fling  at  revolutionary 
things.  She  explained  that  there  was 
nothing  under  heaven  as  glorious  as 
beauty  and  intelligence,  ivhen  it  grew 
together.  And,  she  explained,  that 
while  she  had  beauty,  he  possessed, 
literally,    gobs  of  intelligence.    Then 


she  outlined  the  scheme.  They  would 
have  a  child, — ah! — a  phenomenal 
child.  The  infant  would  possess  her 
body  and  his  brain.  Miracle  of  sim- 
plicity !  The  letter  was  dispatched  and 
anon  came  an  answer  from  the  vener- 
able literateur:  He  had  read  her 
epistle  with  grave  interest.  It  was 
true,  he  v.rote,  that  she  was  beautiful 
and  that  his  brain  not  exactly  blank. 
Further,  if  the  plan  developed  accord- 


ing to  specifications,  the  baby  would 
astound  this  common  earth.  But — 
and  there  was  the  rub — what  if  the 
little  rascal  developed  his  face  and 
her  brain!' 


WE  are  minded  these  brisk 
frozen  days  of  the  brilliant 
repartee  developed  in  our  Latin 
countries.  It  all  began  when  Marcois 


Huidubro,  the  former  Consul  of  Chili 
and  one  of  the  most  distinguished 
members  of  the  diplomatic  corps,  was 
about  to  return  for  leave  to  his  native 
country.  The  Marcois  of  the  circular 
cap  and  the  sideburn.  In  the  lobby  of 
an  important  hostelry  the  gentleman 
was  bidding  farewell  to  a  horde  of  his 
cronies.  Scattered  here  and  there  were 
plump  dowagers  and  impressive  hus- 
bands. The  occasion,  really  and  truly, 
was  not  one  of  light  nothing,  nor  was 
it  one  of  banter  and  giggle.  Marcois 
was  liked,  and  he  was  not  at  all 
unimportant  in  diplomatic  circles.  So 
the  parting  was  tinged  with  sadness 
and  dim  regret.  And  the  words  were 
gentle  and  sincere.  And  in  the  midst 
of  it  all  the  gentleman  from  Palestine 
worked  in  his  nice  lack  of  breeding. 
None  knew  where  he  came  from,  but 
he  was  there  as  huge  as  life  and  thick 
as  his  sample  case.  He  wrung  the 
senor's  hand  with  a  wide  smile.  He 
smelled  of  cigars  and  toilet  water. 
And  he  was  quite  evidently  resolved 
to  make  the  moment  jovial.  For  on 
releasing  the  gentleman's  hand,  he 
asked  with  a  sparkle  and  a  flip: 

"I  wonder,  Senor,  if  you  know  we 
call  sideburns  in  my  country  mutton 
chops!'" 

"Ah,  yes,"  replied  Marcois,  "and  I 
wonder  do  you  know  if  you  wore  them 
in  my  country  we  would  call  them 
pork  chops?" 

«       «       i 

THE  follow  ing  illustrates  the  French 
conception  of  American  history: 
"In    lbQ5,"   writes  an  extensively 
circulated    Paris    newspaper,    "while 
some  of  the  settlers  in  America  were 
dying  of  hunger,  others  had  marvel- 


MFC     San     r^RANCISCAN 

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loLis  crops  and  were  able  to  come  to 
the  rescue  of  their  distressed  breth- 
ren. Very  religious  himself.  President 
Lincoln  saw  in  this  a  miracle,  and 
named  a  day  of  Thanksgiving." 
Hence,  lads  and  lassies,  our  National 
Holiday- in  November!  And  as  the 
current  gossip  seems  to  wander  in 
channels  of  vital  information,  we  want 
to  further  the  system  so  we  are  ap- 
pending a  little  note  hereto  on  another 
of  our  National  Holidays:  In  1910 — 
and  what  good  citizen  will  ever  forget 
that  date? — as  President  Monroe  was 
passing  through  a  little  Harlem 
restaurant,  a  black  girl  dashed  dizzily 
through  the  crowds  and  up  a  flight  of 
stairs  leading  to  a  balcony.  When  she 
got  there  she  sprinkled  a  table  with 
bits  of  excelsior  and  burst  out  singing 
'The  Rosary.  The  President,  a  re- 
ligious fanatic,  immediately  removed 
his  cap  and  in  so  doing  contracted  a 
severe  cold  from  which  he  later  died. 
The  public  at  large,  in  order  to  com- 
memorate the  occasion  went  to  the 
colored  girl  and  on  learning  that  she 
had  already  buried  three  men  and 
that  her  name  was  Julie,  immediately 
set  aside  the  day  as  "The  Fourth  For 
Julie"  day — which  has  since  been 
shortened  into  "The  Fourth  of  July." 
Ne.xt  month  we  shall  tell  the  gripping 
events  which  led  up  to  "Colombus 
Day." 

It's  high  time  our  elders  informed 
us,  to  have  a  little  fling  and  see  the 
Married  Virgin,  that  naughty  comedy 
now  being  unravelled  at  the  Green 
Street  Theatre.  So  we  prepared  our 
ear  mufts  and  after  sending  the  cook 
to  a  movie  ventured  to  Little  Italy. 
We  sat  a  little  ashamed  and  utterly 
alone.  We  discovered  the  married 
lady's  lover,  on  learning  she  is  a  vir- 
gin, asks  her  to  consummate  her  wed- 
ding contract  with  hubby  before  de- 
positing  her    individuality   in  his 


^^^<i 


bachelor  apartment.  But  the  maiden 
is  timid  about  this.  She  cannot  sum- 
mon the  courage,  it  seems  to  bring 
herself  to  a  consumation  with  her 
very  bewildered  and  adoring  husband. 
So  the  lover  hands  her  a  white  car- 
nation from  his  lapel  and  in  no  mean 
speech  implores  her  to  think  of  this 
carnation  in  the  moment  of  stress,  to 
let  it  be  her  strength.  We  were  vastly 


interested.  We  felt  it  was  a  high  falu- 
tin  idea  and  were  impressed.  And  as 
the  virgin  crushed  the  flower  to  her 
bosom  and  staggered  off  stage,  we 
were  on  thepoint  of  hysteria.  But  just 
then,  in  the  intense  dramatic  silence, 
the  ancient  dame  in  the  row  before  us 
who  had  gone  through  town  on  a 
crutch  when  Lincoln  was  a  boy  and 
undoubtedly  knew  the  labels  of  all  the 
earth's  corn  liquor,  turned  about  in  her 
chair  and  bellowed  "Mother's  Day!  " 
«       *       * 

WE  compliment  the  rare  civic 
spirit  shown  in  the  awards 
given  certain  tickets  at  the  recent 
Junior  League  Follies.  The  lucky  in- 


dividuals  whose  stubs  corresponded 
with  prize  numbers  were  given  hams. 
They  were  given  slabs  of  abalone  and 
parcels  of  hair  pins.  They  were  pre- 
sented with  pumps  and  poodles, 
cheeses  and  chessmen.  But  the  huge 
and  outstanding  prize  was  handed 
one  of  Dan  O'Brien's  Braves.  And 
now,  we  are  faced  with  the  problem 
of  finding  the  San  Francisco  Cop 
who  sports  a  water-proof  wave.  Our 
burden  has  been  doubly  strenuous 
because  our  policemen  are  famous  for 
keeping  their  hats  on  their  heads.  So 
we  are  asking  M'seu  O'Brien  to  call 
his  children  in  blue  together  and 
have — a  bare  headed  review.  With 
our  entire  staff,  including  Mr.  Gar- 
funckle,  we  shall  arrive  and  present 
the  winner  of  the  Junior  League's 
permanent  wave  with  a  great  bowl  of 
triangular  pretzels. 

«       I       >. 

WE  drop  the  stock  ticker  a 
moment  to  consider  the 
Player's  Guild  and  its  importation  of 
outside  talent.  Not  that  we  resent 
their  productions — nor  presentations. 
But  we  naturally  resent  the  Guild's 
selection  of  actors  and  actresses  who 
are  not  at  all  San  Francisco's  own. 
When  we  review  the  extraordinary 
genius  San  Francisco  has  given  the 
boards;  when  we  review  that  great 
army  of  excellent  thespians  who  have 
had  to  toddle  toward  New  York  for 
appreciation — then  we  are  most  pro- 
perly astounded.  Surely  Los  Angeles, 
for  instance,  cannot  deliver  us  talent 
of  higher  worth  than  that  developed 
among  ourselves?  Nor  do  we  feel  that 
glamour  of   professional   names  is 


sufficient  wool  to  cover  the  eyes  of 
those  who  have  come  to  regard  the 
excellence  of  the  Guild  Productions  of 
first  importance.  And  finally,  we  do 
believe  the  proud  regard  for  San 
Francisco's  drama  importance  is  con- 
siderably lowered  when  it  becomes 
necessary  for  the  Guild  Directors  to 
consider  and  engage  foreign  talent, 
to  the  exclusion  of  our  own. 

«       *.       « 

THE  Exalted  Spirit  of  the  Christ- 
mas festivities  sends  us  the 
following:  A  gentle  lady  with  many 
hesitant  murmers  approached  her 
youngest  just  before  Christmas.  She 
fooled  with  the  lace  curtain  and  ran 
nervous  fingers  over  the  piano,  and 
finally  when  Junior  romped  up  to  bid 
her  goodnight,  she  asked: 

"Tommy,  how  would  you  like  a 
little  baby  sister  for  Christmas?  " 

Tommy  fiddled  with  his  wisdom 
tooth.  He  gave  the  matter  intense 
thought.  He  ruffled  his  brow  and 
gathered  in  the  loose  threads  on  his 
little  night-dress,  and  finally  said: 

"Well  mother,  if  it  doesn't  make 
any  difference  to  you  and  Dad,  I'd 
just  as  soon  have  a  Shetland  pony." 

•i      i       -a 

WITH  huge  bundles  of  chrysan- 
themums, Harry  Thaw 
arrived  in  Los  Angeles.  Pretty  speeches 
were  delivered  by  mayor,  pretty  curt- 
sies were  delivered  by  Harry's  girls, 
pretty  flashes  were  delivered  by  the 
press  persons — and  a  handful  of 
pretty  quips  were  delivered  by  Eve- 
lyn Nesbit's  ancient  flame.  The  party 
proceeded  in  busses  to  Hollywood, 
and  then  began  the  tour  through 
Movie  Yard's  asphalt.  This  building 
and  that  tea  room  were  pointed  out  to 
Mr.  Thaw.  And  all  went  well  until  the 
party  reached  Sid  Grauman's  new- 
Chinese  Theatre,  Hollywood's  latest 


and  most  bewildering  two-dimen- 
sional celluloid  tomb.  As  they  alighted 
to  inspect  the  temple,  Mr.  Thaw- 
made  ghastly  noises  in  his  throat. 
He  clutched  the  door  of  the  car  and 
stared  with  bulging  eyes  upon  the 
heap  of  gold  and  marble  before  him. 
And  with  a  sudden  and  spasmodic 
scream  cried,  "My  God!  I  shot  the 
wrong  architect' " 

The  San  Franciscan. 


The   San   Franciscan 


A  Portrait  In  Ethics 

Defining  Scientifically  the  Laws  of  God  and  Man 

By  ROBERT  JOYCE  TASKER 


•he  vision  of  a  swaddled 
prelate,     with     baggy, 


eyes,    waved  a 
forefinger,    and 


T 

JL  worldly 
sense-blunted 
said: 

"Thou  shall  not  steal'" 

In  his  room,  before  a  dust\' 
glass,  a  grim-lipped  man  saw 
the  nebulous  cloak  of  youth 
split  and  tall  away  from  him 
Grim-lipped  he  stared  at  him- 
self reflected,  meeting  his  own 
troubled  eyes. 

There  are  three  things  I  may 
do,  he  thought.  Because  of  the 
carriage  bequeathed  to  me,  and 
perfected  by  my  father  and  my 
mother,  I  have  it  in  my  pow  er 
to  approach  some  stranger,  and 
ask  for  aid — enough  to  send 
word  that  I  am  destitute,  and 
enough  more  to  live  upon  until 
the  money  comes.  I  know  that 
e\en  though  my  father  has 
nothing  but  his  gentleness,  and 
a  few  small,  fine  things  saved 
from  the  days  of  his  wealth, 
some  one  of  those  fine  things 
will  be  sold,  and  I  shall  have 
my  money. 

But  even  as  the  thought 
entered  his  mind,  grief  and 
pain  flooded  his  eyes.  He 
could  not  confess  to  his  father, 
abo\e  all  others,  an  inability 
to  cope  with  life;  the  lack  of 
being  able  to  accomplish  what 
the  most  helpless  somehow 
contrived  to  do.  From  child- 
hood he  had  been  taught  that  good  or 
bad,  honest  or  dishonest,  he  must,  be- 
fore all  else,  be  a  man. 

"Thou  shall  not  steal!" 

So  he  thought  of  another  course.  I 
can  go  out  into  the  streets,  he  mused, 
and  tell  my  story  to  every  man  I 
meet.  Some  will  revile  me  and  drive 
me  away.  Some  will  admonish  me  to 
find  work  w  hich  does  not  exist.  Others 
will  doubt  and  ignore  me.  Some  few 
will  reach  into  their  pockets.  Some 
will,  I  know,  for  I  have  done  it  my- 
self. Then,  when  I  have  garnered 
enough  to  satisfy  my  belly,  I  can  go 
to  a  mission  house  and  beg  a  bed  for 
the  night  .  .  .  When  he  had  formed 
the  thing  so  far  in  his  mind,  the 
corners  of  his  mouth  drew  down  in  a 
contempteous    smile;    contempteous 


CAROLINE  AND  VIRGINIA 
By  Madefrey  Odhner 

They  are  the  dancers  of  the  slow  delight: 

Of  lou'  ivinds  blowing,  saturate  with  musk 

On  ivhite  savannahs  heavy  in  the  dusk 

\('here  petaled  dreamers,  sleepless,  moan  all  night 

A  muted  music.  They  may  never  quite 

Elude  an  envelope  of  silk  for  brusque 

Release,  full  silenced  on  the  thorny  tusk 

When  deep-gored  emerald  cries  have  taken  flight. 

Petals — petals — petals,  no  petals  torn, 

But  they  shall  count  and  murmurously  say: 

Here,  here,  hidden  in  my  body  is  the  lovely  thorne, 

Tear,  dear,  here.  Petals — petals  for  thorns  to  mark. 

Petals  of  roses  in  the  sombre  day. 

Petals  of  lilies  in  the  shining  dark. 


that  he  had  so  much  as  entertained 
the  idea. 

"Thou  shalt  not  steal!" 
But  I  will  be  honest  with  myself, 
he  swore.  Then  he  grew  silent,  even  of 
thought,  and  things  were  born  in  his 
mind — darksome  things.  In  the  end 
he  made  a  vow  to  his  own  eyes, 
extinguished  the  light,  pulled  open  a 
drawer,  fumbled,  closed  it,  and  left 
the  room.  ?       *       * 

FOR  an  hour  he  tramped  the  night 
streets.  The  fresh,  clear  air  had  a 
new  significance,  and  he  drew  it  in,  re- 
taining it  in  his  lungs  as  though  he 
rolled  fine  wine  on  his  tongue.  Each 
time  he  passed  some  lighted  shop 
which  catered  to  the  evening  crowds, 
he  would  slow  his  pace,  and  gaze  in  at 
the  store  keeper,  noting  movement, 


and  condition,  and  a  thousand 
new  things  about  shops  which 
are  open  at  night.  And  then  he 
would  go  on,  with  a  little 
keener  relish  for  open  places, 
and  shaded  lanes,  and  sweet, 
cool  winds. 

There  was  one  shop  which 
mesmerized  him.  Time  after 
time  he  doubled  and  hovered 
near  it.  But  his  knees  were 
turning  to  water.  Suddenly, 
before  a  darkened  show- 
window,  he  caught  his  own 
reflection.  He  drew  near,  until 
his  fear-contorted  face  stood 
out  like  a  wound  in  the  glass. 
I  am  a  failure — a  coward 
with  milk  in  my  veins — a  fool, 
he  thought.  Then  he  went  back 
to  the  shop.  He  entered  through 
the  doorway.  There  was  an  old 
man.  A  little  boy  entered  with 
a  sticky  dime.  The  little  boy 
bought  a  cone,  and  went  away. 
The  old  man  stared.  Suddenly 
they  were  together  behind  the 
counter.  The  old  man  was  cry- 
ing out.  A  gun  was  in  his 
stomach. 

This  is  a  fearful  thing.  My 
heart  bleeds  for  him.  Not  that 
he  will  loose  money  to  me,  but 
that  he  is  terrified. 

"What   do   you    want?   Oh, 
what  do  you  want?"  The  old 
man    was    grappling    for    the 
muzzle     of     the     gun.     They 
strained  together, 
i  must  go  on.  This  is  the  proof  .   .  . 
I  do  not  owe  this  to  my  father.  Good 
God — if  he  should  see  this!  ...    I 
do  not  owe  it  to  some  viscious  Arab 
god.    I   owe   it  to  something  greater 
than  all  these.     .     .     .    I  am  part  of 
the   seething   mass — the   protoplasm 
of  evolution.  I  have  come  to  the  test. 
1  must  fight  and  scratch  and  claw  my- 
self to  the  surface  now — or  I  will  sink. 
1  want  to  sink!   ...    I  will  put  him 
in  this  back  room.  He  does  not  seem 
to  realize  that  I  am  robbing  him.  He 
thinks  I  have  been  sent  to  kill  him. 
"Be  quiet,  you  old  fool!" 
"Oh,  what  do  you  want?" 
I  am  a  beast.      .      .      .   But  success 
will  not  tolerate  pity.  .   How 

can   I   open  this  thing?  Ah — here — 
Christ ! — what  a  noise  it  makes — and 

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SAN  FRANCISCV 
PUBLIC  LIBBAHY 


III.   San   Franciscan 

1131 


The  Curtain  Between  The  Acts  At  "The  Junior  League  Follies" 

Reading  any  way  you  wish:  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Pope,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gordon  Hitchcock,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Charles  G.  Norris,  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Mark  Gerstle,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hooper  Jackson,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Walter  Martin,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Peter  Bea\er,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Spencer  Grant,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ralston 
Page,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Hendrickson,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Moffitt,  Kliss  Alice  Moffitt,  Mr. 
Edward  Pond.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Fred  St.  Goar,  Miss  Cynthia  Boyd,  Mr.  Decker  McAllister,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Willard  Willamson,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Warren  H.  Clark.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Talbot,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Michel,  Weill,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  A.  B.  C.  Dohrmann,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Shuman,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Selah  Chamberlain,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  Hendrickson,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Boyden,  Miss  Claire 
Knight,  Mr,  Alfred  de  Ropp,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Bliss  Rucker,  Mr,  and  Mrs.  Jerd  Sullivan,  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  John  Drum. 


The 


San   Franciscan 

1141 


Sparta,  Sparta,  Wis. 

Being  a  Rich  and  Rare  Example  of  the  Mock  Heroic 


Editor's  Note:  While  the  following  is  a  private  com- 
munication, not  intcndeJ  for  publication,  we  feci  that  it 
is  too  meritorious  a  piece  of  literature  ni-)t  to  be  given 
publicity-  The  epistle  of  Mr  Carroll,  Vice-President  ol 
the  Pacific  Telephone  and  Telegraph  Company,  was 
w  riitcn  by  him  to  his  I  lonor.  Judge  S,  M.  Spurrier 

DO  you  remember,  Judge,  in 
those  days  of  our  early 
struggles  in  the  profession. 
before  the  period  of  accumulated 
fortune  and  established  clientage, 
that  on  those  infrequent  occasions 
when  our  offices  were  not  crowded 
with  importunate  litigants,  conversa- 
tion would  drift  to  various  subjects — 
our  earlier  lives  and  experiences  and 
other  matters  of  homely  interest? 
You,  of  course,  remember  that  our 
thoughts  and  discussion  would  often 
turn  to  the  subject  of  our  respective 
birthplaces  and  those  communities  in 
which  we  first  saw  the  light  of  day. 
Mr.  Fairall,  with  satisfaction  and 
exultant  pride,  would  tell  us  of  the 
grandeur  and  wonders  of  White 
Cloud,  Kansas;  Mr.  Adams,  quaintly 
and  brilliantly,  gave  us  of  the  folk- 
lore of  Napa  Junction;  modestly,  I 
might  have  referred  to  an  obscure 
mining  camp  amid  the  mountains  of 
Siskiyou;  but  you.  Judge,  with  the 
quiet  fervor  of  a  devotee  at  his  shrine, 
spoke  of  a  little  hamlet  in  the  Middle 
West.  Judge,  I  never  knew — but,  like 
the  youghful  Roman  listening  to 
martial  tales  at  the  knee  of  his  grand- 
sire,  I  heard  you  with  burning  cheeks, 
as  with  quivering  lip  and  moistened 
eye  you  carried  my  thoughts  with 
yours,  telling  of  the  beauties  and 
glories  of  Sparta — of  Sparta,  Wis. 
Judge,  I  never  knew,  I  never  knew, 
until  a  short  time  ago  on  a  late 
Eastern  trip  the  arrangements  of  my 
itinerary  found  me  on  one  of  the 
magnificent  limited  trains  of  the 
Northwest  speeding  through  the  night 
to  Chicago.  At  peace  with  the  world, 
after  a  good  dinner,  v\ith  a  fragrant 
Henry  Clay,  I  was  availing  myself  of 
the  luxury  of  the  buffet  car.  Chancing 
carelessly  to  pick  up  a  train  schedule, 
without  purpose  I  ran  my  eye  over 
the  list  of  stations  on  this  particular 
line  of  railroad,  when  suddenly  my 
senses  left  me.  I  was  told  afterwards 
by  sympathetic  fellow  passengers 
that  I  gave  utterance  to  a  hoarse,  in- 
articulate cry.  A  chaos  of  conflicting 
emotions  filled  my  breast.  Judge,  the 
time-table  showed  that  in  a  few  hours 
the  train  was  to  pass  through  Spar- 


By  B.  C.  CARROLL 

ta — through  Sparta,  Wis.  I  was  to  be 
actually,  personally,  physically,  in 
Sparta,  in  Sparta,  Wis. 

I  hardly  know  how  the  intervening 
time  passed,  but  the  minutes  approach- 
ing 1 :37  A.M.,  the  figures  standing  out 
in  letters  of  light  on  that  time  card, 
found  me  on  the  rear  platform  of  the 
last  car  clutching  the  railing  in 
feverish  anxiety,  striving  to  pierce  the 
darkness  with  my  eyes  and  at  my  side 
a  bribed  railway  henchman  who  was 
to  announce  the  moment  when  we 
entered  the  city  limits  of  Sparta,  of 
Sparta,  Wis. 

A  moment  of  joy,   rapture,   bliss! 

I  carelessly  tossed  the  brakeman  a 
purse  of  gold  and  he  left  me  with  my 
thoughts.  It  mattered  not  to  me  that 
the  speed  of  the  limited  through  the 
night  was  not  checked;  that  I  only 
saw  the  faint  outlines  of  the  stereo- 
typed railway  station  and  water  tank, 
and,  in  the  near  distance,  blurred  and 
indistinct,  what  may  have  been  a 
barn — but  to  me  it  was  the  sky- 
line of  Greater  Sparta,  of  Sparta,  Wis. 

Oh,  wise  and  just  Judge!  You  will 
recall,  from  your  reading  of  the 
scripture,  that  Sheba,  when  the 
glories  of  the  Kingdom  of  Solomon 
were  unfolded  before  her,  exclaimed: 
"The  half  is  not  told."  But  I  say  unto 
you.  Judge:  "Younevermentioned  it." 

Having  eyes  to  see  and  ears  to  hear, 
as  far  as  experience,  knowledge  and 
progress  are  concerned,  the  aggregate 
wisdom  of  the  world  is  ours.  We  all 
have  the  magic  carpet  of  Bagdad  and 
the  lamp  of  Aladdin  in  our  possession, 
to  know  or  understand  what  has  gone 
before.  I  had  thought  that  I  had 
appreciated  to  the  limits  of  a  poor 
understanding  the  precious  heritages 
of  poets,  painters,  historians,  scho- 
lars, and  all  those  who  have  handed 
down  to  use  the  songs  and  stories  of 
.human  events  and  human  hearts.  We 
all  have  lived  the  ages,  rejoiced — 
suffered. 

*      \      » 

IN  imagination  I  have  quailed  be- 
fore the  sorrowing  anger  of  God  Al- 
mighty as  He  ran  Adam  and  Eve  out 
of  the  Garden  of  Eden ;  I  have  felt  the 
renewed  courage  and  rejuvenated 
spirit  of  the  children  of  Abraham 
when  their  eyes  fell  upon  the  Pro- 
mised Land  after  the  thunderings  of 
Moses  from  Sinai ;  I  had  a  place-card 
at  the  table  of  Belshazzar  the  evening 


Daniel  called  attention  to  the  hand- 
writing on  the  wall;  my  blood  has 
surged  through  my  veins  at  the  fierce 
excoriations  of  the  Macedonians  by 
Demosthenes ;  I  stood  in  the  pass  with 
Leonidas  facing  the  Persian  hosts;  I 
entered  that  lowly  stable  with  the 
Wise  Men,  guided  by  the  wonderful 
star;  defiant  with  Rienzi,  I  stood  be- 
fore the  Tribunes,  and  with  Regulus 
in  the  chains  of  the  Carthaginians 
mocked  the  enemies  of  my  country; 
breathless,  I  watched  Spartacus  fac- 
ing on  the  bloody  sands  every  shape 
of  man  or  beast  the  broad  empire  of 
Rome  could  furnish,  and  knew  that 
with  such  a  name  he  could  not  lose;  1 
was  coxswain  of  Cleopatra's  barge;  1 
know  the  exaltation  of  Hannibal  at 
the  head  of  his  Afric  hordes,  when 
from  the  icy  passes  of  the  Alps  he  saw 
below  him,  bathed  in  golden  sunshine, 
the  fert  ile  fields  of  the  Piedmontese ;  I 
was  at  the  stirrup  of  Richard  of  the 
Lion  Heart  when  after  the  dangers  of 
sea  and  desert  his  standards  waved 
before  the  Holy  City;  I  was  beneath 
that  oak  at  Runnymede  when  freed- 
men  first  knev\-  that  they  were  free ;  1 
heard  the  clang  of  the  tocsin  adown 
the  alleys  of  Paris;  I  was  on  the  poop- 
deck  of  the  Santa  Maria  with  Colum- 
bus when  after  days  of  mutiny  and 
despair  the  palm-covered  isles  of  the 
new  world  lay  before  him;  I  held  the 
tacks  for  Martin  Luther,  nailing  his 
placard  on  the  door  of  the  Diet  of 
Worms;  I  saw  Balboa,  standing  in  the 
sands  of  the  Pacific,  with  a  flash  of  his 
sword  give  an  empire  to  his  imperial 
master;  I  heard  Freedom  shriek  when 
Kosciusko  fell;  I  assisted  William 
Bradford  to  climb  on  Plymouth  Rock ; 
I  saw  Arnold  von  Winkelried  fill  his 
chest  with  spear  heads  and  make  way 
for  liberty ;  I  heard  the  mocking  laugh 
of  William  Tell  in  the  teeth  of  the 
tyrant  Gessler;  as  a  soldier  of  the 
republic,  I  forgot  danger  and  fatigue 
at  the  stirring  sentences  of  Napoleon 
from  the  foot  of  the  Great  Pyramid.  I 
was  warmed  and  cheered  by  the  fires 
of  patriotism  kindled  by  the  burning 
words  of  Washington  at  Valley 
Forge;  I  know  the  relief  of  the  Iron 
Duke,  when  through  the  battle  smoke 
he  saw  on  the  horizon  of  the  Belgian 
marches  the  glittering  bayonets  and 
waving  shakos  of  Blucher's  approach- 
ing   regiments;    with    back    to    the 

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The   San   Franciscan 

1151 


A  Group  of  Famous  Characters  of  San  Francisco 


Top  Row:  Street  Dentist — Washington  Combs — The  Dandy 
Second  Row:  Fritz,  Maguires  Fat  B3y,  Emperor  Norton 


Third  Row:  J.  L.  Mattel — Unknown — Leon  Chemis 

Fourth  Row:  Gutter  Snipe — Bummer  and  Lazarus — Drummer  Boy. 


Tin  Types 

Emperor  Norton  I  of  the  United  States 


HISTORY  books,  history 
teachers  and  university  pro- 
fessors will  solemnly  tell  you 
that  the  United  States  has  always 
been  a  republic  and  has  never  had  any 
royal  rulers.  But  these  eminent  au- 
thorities are  all  wrong.  They  suffer 
from  a  lack  of  facts  and  imagination. 
The  United  States  did  have  an 
emperor-one,  Emperor  Norton  I,  and 
San  Francisco  enjoyed  the  distinction 
of  being  the  capital  city  of  this 
picturesque  despot. 

Our  Emperor  Norton  came  to  the 
city  in  1849.  At  that  time  he  was 
known  as  Joshua  A.  Norton,  an 
English  Jew  of  some  capital  and 
mercantile  experience.  This  fact,  of 
course,  was  a  mere  diplomatic  detail ; 
his  hour  had  not  yet  struck.  To  bide 
the  time  profitably  until  he  should 
officially  assume  the  duties  of 
emperor,  the  future  ruler  set  up  as  a 
merchant.  More  than  ordinary  success, 
attended  this  venture,  but  in  1853 
Norton's  establishment  and  all  his 
material  assets  were  wiped  out  by  fire. 

This  was  a  blow  that  would  have 
placed  a  less  resourceful  man  in  the 


By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

down  and  outer  ranks.  Norton,  being 
a  resourceful  man  rose  triumphantly 
,  above  such  disaster.  Mercantiling,  at 
best  is  a  prosaic  pursuit,  subject  to 
failure  through  the  uncontrollable 
whims  of  fires,  high  wind  storms, 
earthquakes  or  fluctuating  money 
markets.  At  Norton's  time  kings  and 
other  royal  personages  still  enjoyed 
sizeable  prestige  and  were  apparently 
reasonably  secure  from  the  vagaries 
of  fortune  that  befall  mercantiling. 
Norton  decided  that  he  would  be  an 
emperor. 

Forthwith  he  announced  in  the  San 
Francisco  newspapers  to  an  astounded 
citizenry  that  he  would  thenceforth 
be  known  as  Emperor  Norton  I  of  the 
United  States.  Presently  he  added  the 
title  Protector  of  Mexico.  His  ac- 
complishments in  the  latter  office 
remain  to  this  day  vague  and  un- 
certain. Still  this  must  not  be  held 
against  him  for  many  a  capable  man 
has  sought  without  success  to  direct 
the  destinies  of  Mexico.  His  powers, 
position  and  privileges  as  Emperor  of 
the  United  States,  however  were 
stated  in  no  uncertain  terms;  neither 


were  they  ever  executed  in  any  waver- 
ing manner.  He  took  it  upon  himself 
to  levy  taxes,  to  issue  money,  to  give 
forth  orders,  declarations  and  pro- 
nouncements of  policies  and  otherwise 
guide  the  affairs  of  a  great  empire. 
%       «       « 

THE  insignia  of  his  royal  rank  was 
his  uniform.  This  was  gorgeous  to 
behold,  consisting  of  bright  blue 
trousers  and  a  green  coat.  On  his 
shoulders  were  gold  epaulets.  He  wore 
a  general's  hat  adorned  with  a  green 
plume.  On  special  occasions  the 
Emperor  carried  a  sword,  but  more 
commonly  a  stout  walking  stick.  In 
his  lapel  there  was  invariably  a  red 
rose  or  cluster  of  small  flowers. 
Tradition  has  it  that  the  Emperor's 
shoes  were  never  becoming  to  one  of 
royal  rank.  He  suffered  fearfully  from 
corns  and  his  footwear  was  cut  and 
slashed  to  make  comfortable 
allowance  for  this  pedal  affliction.  It 
was  a  point  of  pride  with  Emperor 
Norton  that  he  never  took  a  bath. 
Thus  accoutred  he  went  about  the 
city  attending  in  person  to  his  govern- 

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Miss  Dorothy  Mein 


From  the  porlrail  by   Bradford  Johnson 


Following  her  London  and  Washington  debut  the  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
William  Wallace  Mein  will  be  presented  to  San  Francisco  and  New  York. 


The   San    Franciscan 

f  171 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


FOR  those  embittered  few,  who 
have  tersely  commented  from 
year  to  year  that  in  "their  day" 
charity  was  charity  and  the  daughters 
of  the  idle  rich  became  pale  at  the 
very  word!  They  did  their  hit  to 
make  amends  by  depositing  baskets 
in  doorways  on  snowy  (?)  nights  and 
sewing  innumerable,  long,  even, 
seams  .  .  .  and  knitting  . 
oh!  how  they  loved  to  knit.  Those 
lovely  ladies  it  seems,  found  other 
means  than  kicking  up  their  heels  to 
aid  the  cause  of  sweet  charity!  For 

those  few,  however  let  it  be  said 

that  the  long  laborious  weeks  of  re- 
hearsals, the  painful  hours  of  severe 
exercise  that  enabled  the  Junior 
Leaguegirlstoproduceamusicaleshow 
for  one  week  at  a  downtown  theater, 
was  more  sacrificial  than  a  thousand 
doorways  on  winter  nights,  roadsters 
being  what  they  are!   . 

From  the  opening  Monday  night 
performance   to   the   ending   one   on 
Saturday,     the     Reigning     Dynasty 
filled  the  house  night  after  night.  All 
sorts  of  dinners  took  place  before  and 
a  very  gay  supper  party  the  first  and 
last  nights  drew  them  on  to  the  Fair- 
mont after.   Little  Eleanor  Lerman, 
who  has  recentlygone  into  the  League, 
literally   ran  away   with   the  show. 
Very  Small,  with  a  deep,  husky  voice, 
reminiscent    of    Florence    Mills,    she 
twinkled  across  the  stage  with  all  the 
show  girl  swagger  of  Ann  Pennington. 
Jack  Quealy,   another  new  addition 
did  a  bit  of  mimicry  in  portraying  a 
howling  spoiled  infant,  that  was  true 
comedy,  an  almost  unbelievable  ac- 
complishment for  an  amateur.  Then 
of  course   there   was   lovely,    slum- 
brous, Virginia  Phillips  as  the  Nautch 
dancer,  whose  every  movement  was 
exquisite  grace.  Her  black  hair  casca- 
ding to  the  waist,  her  white  skin,  the 
huge  molten  gold  skirt  and  the  strings 
of  emeralds  dripping  here  and  there, 
completed    an    exotic    fragment    of 
charm.   Helen  Wills  as  the  Oriental 
Lady  has  little  to  do  but  add  to  the 
decor  which  little  she  achieved  very 
well.    Buck   Edwards  appeared   in   a 
most   enlightening   "feet"    imperson- 
ation  of   a   starting    locomotive   the 
shuffling  sound  of  which  was  danger- 
ously realistic.  Jack  Heffernen  as  the 
comedian  aroused  much  hilarity  for 
he  has  quite  a  professional  smack,  but 
those  who  know  the  rich  beauty  of 
his   voice   were   keenly   disappointed 
that  he  at  least  did  not  "render"  us 
one    number.     It     would     be     quite 


impossible  to  account  for  all  the 
clever  acts  or  the  many  versatile 
"Ladies  and  Gentlemen  of  the  En- 
semble, "but  the  applause  that  greeted 
the  curtain  pronounced  the  verdict 
finished  work. 

The  boxes  first  night  were  a  galaxy 
of  brillant  gowns  and  were  taken  by 
Mrs.  Helen  Irwin  Crocker,  Mrs.  Harry 
Hill,  Mrs.  Selah  Chamberlain,  Mrs. 
Fred  Sherman,  Miss  Jennie  Hooker, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Atholl  McBean,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  George  Pope,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles    Norris   and    Mr.    and   Mrs. 
Joseph  Thompson.  The  women  and 
young  girls  over  the  entire  audience 
were   conspicuous    for   the    beautiful 
and  the  constrained  smartness  of  their 
gowns  and  wraps  and  between  acts 
the  foyer  seemed   literally  to  blaze 
with   handsome  jewels.    Among   the 
charming  costumes  noted  at  the  Fair- 
mont after  were  Mrs.  Joseph  Thomp- 
son who  always  manages  somehow  to 
look  like  some  ones  very  chic  little 
sister,  wore  silver  and  a  ermine  wrap. 
Mrs.   Mark   Gerstle   was   frocked   in 
black  lace  and  Mrs.  William  Cannon 
wore  a  bouffant  black  point  d'esprit 
and  a  garland  of  white  gardinias  from 
the    shoulder.    Miss    Emily    Searles 
wore  a  powder  blue  fringed  frock  and 
Helen  Wills  came  in  with  Fred  Moody 
looking  very  distinguished  in  a  silver 
wrap    lavishly    trimmed    with    white 
fox.    Harriet    Brounell,    that    lovely 
willowy  young  person  whose  big  eyes 
always  seem  to  be  amused  over  a 
secret  of  sorts,  wore  crisp  black  taf- 
feta with    a   voluminous    skirt    that 
ceased  only  to  show  the  most  frivo- 
lous cubist  sandals  in  silver  and  black 
with  jeweled  heels.  Harriet  Wirtner  in 
blue  chiffon  was  with  a  group  that 
included  Florence  Bostwick  in  black 
velvet  and  Laura  Coffee  in  pink  satin. 
Mrs.     Edward    Holt    (Rose    Marie 
Brunn)  wore  peach  tulle  and  chiffon. 
Mrs.   Frances  Ann  Alford   wore  or- 
chid and  her  sister  Miss  Evelyn  Mc- 
Laughlin appeared  in  a  charming  robe 
de  style  of  flesh  and  pale  blue  taffeta. 
Mrs.  Kenneth  Monteagle  looked  very 
sleek    in    a    beaded    frock    of    gold. 
Margaret   Fuller's   gown    was   white 
and  silver  and  Mrs.  Stuart  Hellman 
wore  a  wrap  of  gold,  Frances  Sher- 
man's   wrap   was   light   blue   velvet 
lined   and   banded   in   white  ermine. 
Mrs.  Howard  Park  wore  black  lace 
and  Mrs.  Henry  Stevenson  as  always 
was  very  charming  in  a  tulle  period 
gown  Jacqueline  Keesling,  one  of  the 
most   beautiful  brunettes  in  society 


was  a  vivid  flash  in  crimson  velvet. 
Little  Elizabeth  Raymond,  a  deb  of 
this  month  was  in  white.  She  has  that 
delightful  quality  Edna  St.  Vincent 
Millay  would  term  "knots  in  her 
voice."  Mrs.  Jerd  Sullivan  wore  pale 
pink  and  drew  many  eyes  as  she 
entered.  It  is  pleasant  in  this  day  of 
slouches  to  see  her  charmingly  held 
head.  Betty  Knight  Smith  was  in  a 
gown  of  flesh  chiffon  and  black  lace 
and  Phylis  Fay  wore  bouffant  chiffon 
of  shaded  rose.  Mrs.  George  Tallant 
(Idabelle  Wheaton)  in  black  tulle 
made  a  lovely  picture  with  her  silvery 
blonde  hair.  Barbara  Bailou  is  a 
smart  sports  type  and  carries  her 
mode  into  the  evening.  She  wore  a 
two  piece  metallic  frock  with  a 
pleated  skirt  for  all  the  world  like  a 
tennis  dress.  Mrs.  Starr  Bruce  wore  a 
v.'ater-lily  green  lame  wrap  banded  in 
beige  fox.  The  bewildering  whirl  of 
dancing  figures  lent  much  atmos- 
phere and  color  to  a  most  frivolous 
scene  of  gaiety. 

*      «      « 

THE  entire  month  has  been  an 
unending  whirl  of  debut  balls 
and  receptions  and  on  all  intervening 
days  the  now  thriving  and  lusty 
group  of  debs  flit  from  a  luncheon  to 
a  bridge  party ,  then  on  to  a  tea,  only  to 
fly  home  in  time  to  dress  for  a  dinner 
somewhere.  By  spring  the  poor  dears 
will  be  crying  for  mercy  and  no  doubt 
will  spend  Lent  rest  curing,  a  true 
proof  of  their  season's  success. 

One   of  the   most   delightful   balls 
was  the  one  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander 
Hamilton    gave    at    the    Burlingame 
Country    Club    presenting    their 
daughter    Grace.    The    entire    lower 
floor  of  the  club  was  converted  into 
an  Italian  garden  with  rows  of  cypress 
trees  and  murmuring  fountains  and 
moonlight  that  filtered  through  leafy 
boughs  in  a  most  realistic  manner. 
The  bud  deviated   from  white  and 
wore  flame  velvet  and  carried  an  arm- 
ful of  gardinias.  Mrs.  Hamilton  was 
particularly  gracious  in  a  black  velvet 
gown    with    which    she    wore    many 
diamonds  and  yellow  orchids.  There 
were     many     gowns     worth     noting 
among     the     Dynasty.     Mrs.     Ross 
Ambler  Curran  appeared  in  American 
velvet    and    silver.     Mrs.     William 
Crocker    wore    canary    velvet.  Mrs. 
Joseph  Grant  was  in  black  velvet  and 
Mrs.  Fred  McNear  wore  garnet  vel- 
vet, Mrs.  Rennie  Schwerin  in  black 
velvet   wore  a  diamond    tiara.    This 

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lilt;   San   I'ranciscan 

1181 


The  Hollywood  Hydra 

Not  Yet  Slain  But  Well  Into  Its  Death  Rattle 

By  J.  LYDELL  PECK 


HOLLYWOOD — like  news  of  the 
perennial  unsaddling  of  our 
world  famous  royal  eques- 
trian—is an  effervescent  topic  of 
interest  no  matter  how  little  remains 
to  he  added  to  that  already  chron- 
icled. Certainly  no  other  plot  of 
ground  in  the  world  is  more  helo\ed 
by  the  children  of  fortune  than  this 
bizarre  shrine  of  the  great  Goddess  of 
Chance.  It  is  the  universal  mecca — 
the  road  to  which  is  pa\ed  with  lost 
ambition,  disillusionment  and  broken 
hearts.  Cheap,  gaudy,  artificial,  sensa- 
tional, the  home  of  the  most  fascinat- 
ing of  all  bastard  arts — the  movies. 

The  most  satisfactory  method  of 
\  isualizing  a  motion  picture  studio  is, 
I  believe,  to  picture  a  tract  of  land  of 
live  to  twenty  acres  completely  sur- 
rounded by  a  high  impenetrable  wall 
and  guarded  at  its  \arious  entrances 
b\'  dictatorial  police.  Within  is  a  king- 
dom. Here,  during  a  few  hours  of  each 
day,  in  an  office  so  ornate  that  even 
one's  sense  of  humor  is  insulted,  rules 
a  Hebrew  suzerain  with  all  the  pomp 
and  glory  of  an  ancient  Pharoah  or 
pusillanimous  Louis.  It  is  into  this 
thickly  carpeted,  meticulously 
arranged  lair  that  each  ambitious  soul 
would  set  his  or  her  foot  and,  in  pass- 
ing before  a  fat-jowled  producer  King, 
do  homage  in  such  artifice  of  flattering 
superlati\es  as  would  abash  the  most 
susceptible  egoists  of  the  silly  French 
rulers,  in  the  hope  of  rew  ard  for  such 
keen  appreciation  of  one  so  truly 
great.  For  here  it  must  be  remembered 
that  in  Hollywood  the  truth  must  be 
a\oided  as  the  plague.  The  most  cer- 
tain way  to  incur  the  wrath  of  a 
motion  picture  god  is  to  be  unwary 
enough  to  say  "yes  "  when  the  answ  er, 
according  to  the  Czar,  should  be  "no" . 
It  is  impossible  to  state  a  more  fatal 
breach  of  studio  etiquette  and  the 
mere  fact  that  the  negative  might 
save  the  stockholders  of  the  corpora- 
tion se\  eral  hundred  thousand  dollars 
is,  at  best,  insignificant. 

Waste  is  the  one  particular  virtue 
of  the  Hollywood  Monarch.  With  a 
mere  nochalant  gesture  he  can  spend 
a  million  dollars  ordering  the  con- 
struction of  sets  that,  when  photo- 
graphed, cannot  possible  reach  the 
screen.  He  can  laughingly  place  a 
production  costing  half  a  million 
dollars  or  more  on  the  shelf,  w  hich,  in 


the  \ernacular  of  the  common  people, 
is  the  "waste  basket." 

Fortunately  his  day  is  about  over 
and  another  year  will  see  many  a 
throne  quiver  and  fall.  A  revolt  has 
taken  place  in  the  treasury  and  ere 
long  his  gentleman  "Angels"  in  Wall 
Street  w  ill  issue  an  ukase  sending  him 
back  to  the  suit  and  cloan,  barber 
shop,  motor  car,  or  ham  acting 
business  from  whence  he  sprung,  a 
mere  ten  years  ago.  Perhaps  no  other 
business  in  the  world  could  have 
survived  such  a  cataclysm  of  gross 
mismanagement.  The  answer  is  that 
in  the  past,  irrespective  of  the  vast 
sums  spent  or,  better  put,  sums 
wasted,  the  producer  has  seen  a  co- 
losal  return  on  his  investment.  Com- 
petition has  changed  all  this  and  to- 
day some  eight  hundred  pictures  are 
made  each  year  to  be  absorbed  by  a 
six  hundred  picture  market.  The  tide 
has  turned  and  the  return  is  now 
infinitesimal  with  most  of  the  larger 
studios  facing  loss  and  some — ruin. 
*       *       « 

WALL  Street  has  recognized  the 
movies  as  a  business  and  a 
profitable  one  if  operated  as  any  other 
legitimate  enterprise.  Those,  "on  the 
street,"  know  that  three  hundred 
thousand  dollar  productions  can  be 
made  for  from  seventy-five  to  one 
hundred  thousand  dollars  and  this  is 
being  proved  daily  by  the  independent 
studios. 

These  manufacturers  of  so-called 
"Quickies"  (pictures  made  in  ten  or 
tw  elve  days)  put  every  dollar  into  the 
production  in  an  effort  to  give  the 
public  a  dollar's  worth  of  entertain- 
ment. They  build  no  useless  sets. 
They  waste  little  or  no  footage  in 
shooting  scenes  that  cannot  possibly 
appear  upon  the  screen  and  they 
carry  no  one  not  absolutely  essential 
to  the  making  of  the  picture.  Shoot- 
ing schedules  are  so  arranged  that  the 
scenes  containing  the  high  priced  stars 
are  filmed  first  and  within  a  very  few- 
days,  thus  eliminating  the  tremendous 
chargeofmaintaining  these  luminaries 
during  the  entire  time  of  production. 
The  picture  is  then  completed  with 
the  lesser  satellites.  In  other  words, 
they  prove  that  some  degree  of 
efficiency  is  possible  in  this  new  art 
and  their  proof  is  further  substanti- 
ated by  the  fact  that  many  of  these 
"Quickie  "  productions  are  infinitely 


superior  to  those  made  by  the  larger 
concerns.  To  pause  for  illustration 
witness  "The  Blood  Ship"  which  cost 
some  seventy  thousand  dollars,  and 
filmed  in  approximately  twelve  days 
as  compared  with  "The  Yankee 
Clipper"  another  sea  picture  far  less 
entertaining,  yet  made  at  a  cost  well 
above  three  hundred  thousand  dollars 
and  involving  shooting  that  ran  into 
months. 

Some  of  the  more  important  pro- 
ducers would  reply  to  this,  that  it  is 
impossible  for  a  big  producer  to  shave 
his  production.  The  answer  can  he 
placed  in  the  work  of  one  of  their  own 
officers,  the  brilliant  James  Cruze, 
who  consistently  produces  splendid 
entertainment  in  his  large  studio  at 
minimum  production  costs. 

Motion  pictures  are  entering  the 
dawn  of  a  new  era — and  a  bright 
one — yet  I  doubt  whether  there  is  a 
producer  in  Hollywood  who  will  admit 
that  he  is  one  of  those  chosen  for 
Madame  Guillotine.  They  have  no 
more  vision  now  than  they  had  w  hen 
they  were  carrying  spears  over  the 
tank  town  circuit  or  embellishing  a 
piece  of  fabric  with  a  botton  hole  in 
some  cloak  and  suit  factory  on  the 
"West  side."  Their  conceit  is  impreg- 
nable and  reminds  me  of  an  incident 
concerning  a  well  known  actor  who 
for  years  has  been  trying  to  drink  it 
faster  than  it  can  be  made.  His  wife,  a 
screen  star,  was  stricken  and  sent  to 
the  hospital  for  a  serious  operation; 
for  two  weeks  she  lay  wavering 
between  life  and  death,  yet  during  all 
that  time  her  handsome  debauchee, 
beingconcernedinentertainment  else- 
where, neither  visited  or  called  her  on 
the  telephone.  One  day  it  occurred  to 
him  that  after  all,  he  was  married,  so, 
stepping  to  the  telephone  he  called 
his  wife  and  said:  "Don't  worry  about 
me  baby,  I'm  all  right."  And  that  is 
just  what  every  producer  w  ill  tell  you. 

«         )!         « 

WITHIN  the  next  year  the  con- 
stellation of  vamps  and  sheiks 
will  be  replaced  by  new  faces  at 
salaries  somewhat  commensurate  with 
their  ability.  The  day  of  the  five  and 
ten  thousand  dollar  a  week  pay  check 
is  a  thing  of  the  past,  and  the  same 
applies  to  directors  and  writers.  There 
will  be  no  little  wailing,  moaning, 
cursing  and  gnashing  of  teeth  by  these 

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Theatrically  Speaking 

A  Few  Reflections  On  Some  Current  Bookings 

Ih  ARNOLD  SPENCE 


'I'  H  F,     S  A  N     f ^  K  A  \  CISC  A  N 


ONCE  upon  a  time  the  very  men- 
tion of  an  art  theatre  brought 
sympathetic  tears  to  our  eyes. 
We  thought  of  persecuted  little 
colonies  of  actors  who  played  small, 
beautiful  dramas  before  small,  beauti- 
fuil  audiences  all  for  art's  sake.  And 


Mi.ss  Dolores  Costello 

"Old  San  Francisco"  serv-es  as  Miss  Costello's 

\chiclc  at  the  Embassy  Theatre. 

we  used  to  like  to  go  to  these  plays. 
On  a  certain  chilly  afternoon  once  in 
New  York  we  were  one  of  the  five 
spectators  at  the  Theatre  Guild's 
production  of  "The  Tidings  Brought 
To  Mary.  "  Shapely  ladies  dragged 
graceful  veils  around  among  Simon- 
son  settings,  beautiful  poetry  was 
spoken  and  Bach  fugues  played  on  an 
organ,  and  we  came  out  on  Broadway 
later  feeling  a  new  consolation  for 
having  been  born  in  a  machine  age. 
But  when  we  went  back  to  the  Guild 
a  couple  of  years  later  we  found  them 
ensconced  amid  several  thousand  tons 
of  Italian  Architecture  producing 
"Gaesar  and  Gleopatra  as  though  it 
w  ere  Barnum  and  Bailey  s  circus,  and 
the  house  was  packed. 

Time,  space  and  imitation  being 
what  they  are  it  seems  that  these 
phases  of  the  "little  theatre"  are  just 
beginning  to  be  illustrated  in  San 
Francisco,  if  you  go  out  to  Andre 
Ferrier's  French  theatre.  La  Cjaite 
Francaise.  on  Washington  Street  you 
are  apt  to  find  the  seats  a  little  hard 
and  the  audience  rather  slight,  but  on 


the  stage  you  are  almost  certain  to 
discover  a  fine  play  and  a  sensitive 
production  of  it.  the  only  thing  of  its 
kind  being  done  anywhere  in  America, 
in  short  theatrical  cavier.  So  far  this 
season  they  have  played  Moliere's 
"George  Dandin,"  Gopee's  graceful 
play  in  verse  "Le  Passant,"  Ghekov's 
gorgeous  farce  "The  Marriage  Pro- 
posal," and  de  Musset's  witty,  subtle 
comedy  "II  ne  taut  Jurer  de  Rien, 
and  soon  we  are  promised  Glaudel  s 
"The  Tidings  Brought  To  Mary"  to 
be  done  both  in  English  and  in 
French,  and  later  Racine  s  fine  com- 
edy, "Les  Plaideurs."  The  short 
comings  of  this  theatre  seem  obvious. 
It  is  part  of  a  dramatic  school  so 
some  of  the  minor  actors  are  still  a 
bit  amateurish,  the  stage  is  small,  and 
the  director  has  not  the  time  nor 
economic  freedom  to  bring  his  pro- 
ductions to  the  perfection  he  would 
like.  Also  there  are  undercurrents  of 
discouragement,  and  one  hopes  that, 
considering  the  large  number  of 
people  here  who  at  least  understand 
French,  this  original  theatre  will  not 
only  be  tempted  to  stay  in  San 
Francisco  but  also  will  be  allowed  to 
grow. 


Miss  Fanny  Brice 
Ametica's  forcmosl  comedienne  who  comes  to 
the  Orpheiim  the  week  of  January  .Se\-cnlh. 

THE  atmosphere  at  the  Players' 
Guild  in  the  Women's  Building 
is  entirely  different.  There  one  sits  in 
very  upholstered  seats  and  breathes 


a  lu.xurious  aroma  ot  fur  coats  and 
expensive  perfumes  I  he  Velvet  cur- 
tains part  revealing  Junius  Gravcn's 
colorful  settings  adorned  with  the 
best  furniture  the  downstairs'  antique 
shops  have  to  offer.  So  far  everything 
is  hotsy-totsy  but  suddenly  the  action 


Mr.  John  Breeden 

Mr.    Breeden    makes    his    professional    San 

Francisco  debut   at   the  Alcazar   in 

"New  Brooms". 

begins  and  you  find  you  are  watching 
only  a  fairly  good  "stock  company 
\ersion  of  second-rate  plays.  Maybe 
that's  all  the  Guild  wants  to  do  and  if 
so  all  is  well,  but  somehow  we 
expected  mor?  from  them.  Besides  we 
do  not  grudge  them  their  success; 
nowhere  is  it  more  important  than  in 
the  theatre.  Also,  the  more  com- 
mercial and  the  more  professional 
they  get,  the  better  for  us  all  pro- 
\ided  the  results  justify  it.  Unfort- 
unately their  recent  productions  do 
not.  Their  own  actors,  the  amateurs, 
have  been  notoriously  better  than  the 
specially  engaged  professional's.  The 
noted  guest  stars  in  "The  Jest"  de- 
claimed their  lines  so  vociferously 
that  it  was  a  genuine  relief  when 
Gameron  Prud'homme  and  some  of 
minor  characters  came  on  the  stage 
and,  although  it  is  rather  mean  to  say 
so.  one  wished  that  the  guest  actress 
of  "Fata  Morgana  "  had  known 
enough  even  to  be  declamatory. 
.As  for  the  plays  it  seems  too  bad  that 
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reproduce  the  first  humorous 

and    historical    map    of   San 

Francisco 


Designed 

and 

executed 

by 

Harrison  Godwin 

It  is  the  first  of  a  series  of 
maps  he  has  planned  of  Ameri- 
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The    original    requiring    three 

months  of  steady  work  will  be 

on  display  in  the  Lobby  of  the 

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122} 


Hints  for  Hunters 


Wherein  Alice  Segregates  the  Gold  from  the  Glitter 

By  ALICE-IN-WONDERLAND 


TEN  days  before  Christmas  and 
all  through  the  town  every 
creature  is  shopping — includ- 
ing myself!  It's  a  sometimes  weary 
hut  always  wide-eyed  Alice  that 
w iggles  her  way  through  the  throngs 
to  seek,  to  find,  to  price,  and — the 
tjreat  God  Wallet  willing — to  buy. 
It  s  a  waste  of  Waterman  to  sug- 
gest what  you  might  put  in  Aunt 
Susie  s  stocking.  "You've  no  time  now 
to  peruse  my  hunting  hints.  It's  open 
season  in  the  shops  and  you  re  out 
for  Big  Game.  Well — here's  luck  and 
a  word  to  the  sapient  seeker  to  pay 
heed  to  Rule  XX  in  "Alice's  Guide 
Book  Through  Wonderland." 

Rule  XX:  The  hunter  should  pro- 
ceed with  caution.  Any  premature 
decision  or  recklessness  is  more  than 
likel\-  to  be  paid  for  at  too  dear  a 
price. 

It  may  not  be  pleasing  to  point  out 
that  you  are  apt  to  ha\'e  to  purchase 
presents  after  the  red-lettered  25  is 
scratched  from  your  calendar  pad. 
But  the  truth  is  often  depressing 
Mar\-Lou  with  whom  you  roomed 
that  year  at  prep  school,  and  have 
quite  forgotten,  is  going  to  pick  the 
fifth  of  January  (with  customary  evil 
taste)  for  a  w  edding  date.  And  there  s 
father's  birthday  on  the  eighth. 
There  you  are.  Two  gifts  to  be  had 
while  the  fragrance  of  your  spicy 
Christmas  fir  still  hovers  in  the 
corners  of  your  house. 

Perhaps  I  can  help  you  out.  for  in 
the  grab-bag-like  Jumble  of  fine  or 
fearful  gifts-to-be  that  spill  from  shop 
shelves  like  swollen  streams  at  this 
time  of  the  year  there  are  things 
whose  beauty  and  worth  will  endure 
long  after  the  tinselly  ones  are  shoddy 
and  discarded. 

i      i      « 

AT  John  Newbegins  Book  Shop 
are  several  old  ship  models.  Not 
gaudy  galleons  slashed  w  ith  paint  by 
eager,  inaccurate  hands  but  slender 
clippers,  classic  in  their  purity  of  line. 
carefully  e.xact  from  weather-beaten 
copper  bottoms  to  the  topmost  spars. 
I  have  been  told  that : 

"There    is    a   memory   slays    upor\    old   ships, 

A  weightless  cargo  in  the  musty  hold — 
0/  Bright  lagoons  and  f>roiv  caressing  lifjs. 

Oj  stormy  midnights — and  a  tale  untold. 
They  have  remembered  islands  in  the  dairn. 

And  windy  ca(>es  that  tried  their  slender  sf)ars. 
And  tortuous  channels  where  their  keels  have  gone 

And  calm,  blue  nights  of  stillness  and  the 
stars." 


.  and  I  KNOW  if  to  be  true. 
Even  these  miniature  models  give  the 
eerie  feeling  that  they  have  known 
"bitter  seas,  and  winds  that  made 
them  wise" 

Prowling  about  Vickery.  .Atkins 
and  Torrey's  restful  shop  the  other 
day  I  eavesdropped  while  two  men 
paused  before  the  superb  head  of  a 
bronze  horse.  "That's  a  magnificent 
piece  of  work,  Paul,"  said  one  and 
his  comrade's  answer  came  swiftly, 
imaffected,  warm  with  enthusiasm, 
■Qh,  but  you  should  have  seen  the 
model'"  That  is  why  Paul  Fair's 
animal  figures  tug  at  one"s  heart.  The 
hand  that  shapes  them  is  guided  by  a 
heart  that  loves  them.  May  I  recom- 
mend that  you  spend  a  bit  of  time 
examining  them!"  But  let  me  warn 
you  that  nine  chances  out  of  the  pro- 
verbial ten  you'll  spend  more  than 
time  before  youre  through. 

Also  at  Vickery"s  are  a  few  fine 
bronzes  of  that  tragic  great  one, 
.\rthur  Putnam.  These  need  no  com- 
mendation but  the  fact  that  they  are 
there  is  worthy  of  emphasis. 

In  Gump's  print  rooms  is  a  Warren 
Davis  etching,  a  nude  that  is  breath- 
takingly  beautiful.  A  lovely  lady 
floats  through  the  sky  her  supple 
body  curved  so  that  at  a  distance  she 
appears  to  be  a  slim  young  moon. 
There  is  a  romatic  idealism  and  peace 
about  the  drypoint,  which  Mr.  Davis 
calls  "'Evening,"  that  is  refreshing  in 
this  day  of  disturbing  grotesques. 
«      «      « 

ONE  cannot  check  an  ironical 
smile  at  the  big  parade  of  ac- 
cessories for  the  drinker  in  all  the 
shops.  They  vary  from  the  many 
pocket  sized  patents  to  incredible 
proportions.  There  is  a  cork-like  de- 
\'ice  that  is  mechanically  geared  so 
that  one  can  decide  upon  the  size 
drink  he  wishes  to  bestow  upon  his 
companions  and  thus  treat  them  w  ith 
utter  impartiality.  By  pouring  out  a 
sample  and  then  pressing  a  wee  button 
each  succeeding  drink  measures  the 
same  to  a  drop.  There  is  a  massive, 
metamorphic  trunk  which  then  be- 
comes at  will  a  business-like  bar  com- 
plete to  the  brass  foot  rail !  At  Shreves 
is  a  rock  crystal  owl  with  silver  head 
and  wise  agate  eyes.  Decapitating 
him  one  learns  that  he  too  belongs  to 
the  jolly  procession  for  inside  is  a 
stopper  to  hold  the  ambrosial  nectar. 
There  s  a  well  known  Bohemian  or 


two  in  this  tow  n  who  would  welcome 
him  into  his  home! 

Have  you  too  been  amused  by  the 
feathered  and  furry  things  in  C^ertrude 
Woods  window!'  Whenever  the  el- 
bows of  the  do-your-Christmas-shop- 
ping-early  crowd  became  too  pointed 
and  painful  Eve  fled  to  that  spot  to 
recreateajaded  senseof  humor  Here  a 
baby  monkey  from  Java,  if  you  please, 
and  a  more  matronly  one  from  the 
Congo  enchant  a  constant  audience 
by  de\'iling  two  tropical  cockatoos 
perched  just  out  of  their  greedy  reach. 
Once,  as  I  watched,  the  battle  waged 
dangerously  near  the  point  of  real 
tragedy  for  the  juvenile  Javanese  with 
youthful  abandon  climbed  an  un- 
healthy inch  too  near  the  nervous  birds' 
In  the  flurry  that  followed  I  was  cer- 
tain that  the  monkey  market  was 
burdened  by  one  monk  minus  an  eye. 
Actually  a  triumphant  little  beast 
swaggered  to  his  corner  w  ith  a  hand- 
ful of  gay  feathers,  while  up  above  an 
enraged  cockatoo  screamed  its  anger. 

Inside  Mrs.  Wood  has  window 
w  reaths  that  suggest  nothing  so  much 
as  the  tinkle  of  sleigh  bells  from  the 
land  of  Donder  and  Blitzen.  Made  of 
while  holly  from  our  California 
deserts  and  tied  with  great  silver 
bows  they  are  ghostly  with  a  frosty 
loveliness. 

Around  the  corner  Foster  and  Orear 
have  candies  imported  from  Sorotti 
in  Berlin.  Pert  chocolate  animals  and 
figures  challenge  attention  and  share 
honors  with  sets  of  dominoes, 
checkers,  playing  cards:  amusing  and 
amazing  in  their  precision  of  detail. 
Remarkable  indeed  is  the  fact  that  if 
one  is  willing  to  munch  upon  a  work 
of  art,  these  dainties  are  delectable! 
¥       «       « 

IF  you  happen  to  belong  to  the  van- 
ishing race  of  long-haired  women 
you  have  more  than  likely  discovered 
La  Du  Barry.  Who  else  is  there  who 
can  design  a  hat  to  conceal  coils  or 
even  braids  a  yard  long-  How  many 
ha\'e  been  the  women  w  ho  ha\e  gone 
to  her  looking  for  all  the  world  like 
good  Queen  Mary  and  w  ho  have  come 
away  chic  as  their  shingled  sisters!" 
Those  w  ho  have  grown  used  to  the 
deft  Du  Barry  touch  will  he  interested 
to  know  that  she  has  also  a  shop  in 
Piedmont  (four  blocks  from  the  Key 
Route  Inn)  and  another  in  gilded 
Hollywood    (four    blocks    from    the 

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The   San   I-ranciscan 

123  1 


Alfred  Hertz 


A  Layman's  Impression  of  a  Great  Conductor 

By  ELVA  WILLIAMS 


Ci\ili:ations  are  horn, 
they  flourish  and  die, 
apparently  without  rea- 
son. Man  is  merely  a  glorified 
animal.  "1  have  dissected  a  great 
number  of  corpses  but  have 
never  found  a  trace  of  the  soul." 
Thus  speaks  an  eminent  German 
scientist.  Man  is  just,  law-abid- 
ing only  from  necessity.  All  of 
this  is  reasonable,  may  be  true, 
but  there  are  moments,  brief  / 
perhaps,  when  reason  seems  in-  f 
adequate  and  jejune.  When  an 
orchestra  of  one  hundred  men, 
dominated  by  a  fleshy,  swaying, 
brutal  figure,  a  forest  of  slender 
bows,  a  glitter  of  brass,  and  this 
mass  is  working,  laboring  with 
eyes,  ears,  fingers  to  bring  forth 
Sound,  to  produce  something 
not  material  but  something  in- 
tangible and  evanescent,  then, 
one  returns  to  mysticism. 

In  Who's  Who.    we  find  that 
Alfred  Hertz,  conductor  of  the 
San  FranciscoSymphony  Orches- 
tra, uas  born   at  Frankfort-on- 
the-Main,   Germany,   in  July 
1872.  After  graduating  from  the 
Frankfort  Gymnasium  he  went 
to  the  Raff  Conservatory  for  his 
musical   training.   At  the   early 
age  of  twenty  he  was  conducting 
at  the  Hoftheatre  in  Altenburg. 
In  1^02  he  came  to  the  United 
States  to  become  conductor  of 
Wagnerian  opera  at  the  Metro- 
politan   Opera    House    in    New- 
York.  During  his  second  season  at  the 
Metropolitan  he  conducted  the  first 
performance  outside  of  Bayreuth  of 
Wagner's  "Parsifal.  "  After  remaining 
at  the  Metropolitan  for  thirteen  con- 
secutive seasons  Mr.  Hertz  resigned 
in  the  early  part  of  1915  to  come  to 
California  to  conduct  the  premiere  of 
Parker's  "Fairyland  "  in  Los  Angeles. 
He  was  then  engaged  to  conduct  a 
three  day's  Beethoven  Festival  in  San 
Francisco    at    the    Panama    Pacific 
International   E.xposition.    uhich   in- 
cluded on   its  programme  the  great 
Ninth     Symphony.     While     in     San 
Francisco   on    this   occasion    he    was 
engaged    as    conductor    of    the    San 
Francisco    Symphony    Orchestra,    in 
which  position  he  has  remained,  the 
present  season  being  the  thirteenth. 
1-or  two  summers  Hertz   was  en- 
gaged   as   conductor   of   the    famous 
"Bowl  Concerts"  in  Hollywood,  Cali- 


Alfred  Hertz 

fornia.  These  concerts  marked  the 
unique  achievement  of  being  the  first 
time  in  musical  history  that  a  season 
of  symphony  concerts  was  given  with 
the  expenses  paid  entirely  from  the 
box  office  receipts. 

*      ^      « 

HERE  and  there,  vaguely,  one 
hears  that  Hertz  is  heavy,  a 
little  coarse;  one  should  hear  Tos- 
canini,  Muck,  Bruno  Walter;  they 
are  more  subtle,  elegant,  refined.  But 
it  is  just  possible  that  in  this  day  of 
emaciated  emotions,  we  need  great 
nuances  and  brave,  unadulterated 
sensualism.  Hertz  is  something  be- 
yond the  correct.  From  the  first 
moment,  even  the  average  listener 
feels  the  presence  of  genius.  One  sees 
his  shoulders  writhe  in  ecstasy  for 
three  bars  of  Wagner's  "Dream",  and 
Russians  weeping  unashamed  through 


the  fourth  movement  of  the 
"Pathetique".  During  Mouss- 
orgsky's  "Night  on  the  Bald 
Mountain"  ancient  blood  races 
through  one's  veins.  And  then, 
the  back  of  Hertz  looming,  large 
and  meaningful,  in  awkward 
amorousness — "The  Leibestod. 
In  this  last,  he  is  the  quintes- 
sence of  the  nympholept.  There 
are  old  men  who  become  terri- 
fied at  the  "Death  and  Trans- 
figuration," adolescents  who 
seem  ravished  with  "L'Apres 
Midi  d'un  Faune";  and  Erudi- 
tion with  compressed  lips  sits 
formally   appreciating   Brahms. 

¥         *         f 

THE  genius  of  Alfred  Hertz 
is  not    limited  or  confined 
as  some  of  his  critics  would  have 
us   believe.    Witness   the   man's 
ability    to   conduct    the    winter 
and  summer  season  of  the  San 
Francisco  Symphony;  to  direct 
a  season  of  German  opera,  when 
called  upon ;  to  arrange  and  con- 
duct   municipal    concerts    and 
Spring  music   festivals;   and  to 
offer  during  the  summer  months 
at  San  Mateo  a  delightful  pro- 
gramme of  appropriate   music. 
Surely  there  is  no  other  conductor 
in  this  country  today  who  could 
meet  thedemandsthatSanFran- 
cisco  makes  upon  Alfred  Hertz. 
New  York  critics  found  it  dif- 
ficult to  decide  the  comparative 
merits     of     Koussevitsky     and 
Stravinsky  and  ended   by  declaring 
that  each  had  a  tailor.  That  is  divine- 
ly superficial.  But  one  may  not  dis- 
cuss Hertz  in  this  manner.  Music  is 
the  language  of  the  emotions  and  if 
latterly  we  are  ashamed  of  emotions 
and  profundity  is  vulgar,  as  Marcel 
Proust  would  have  us  believe,  then 
Hertz    will    not    qualify.    But    Hertz 
gives  an  almost  physical  thrill  as  well 
as  an  auricular  one  and  if  the  cele- 
brated virgin  huntress,  Diana,  could 
have  been  resuscitated  to  attend  the 
performance  of  "Tristan  and  Isolde' 
given  during  the  last  opera  season;  if 
she  could  have  watched  the  magical 
figure  in  the  pit  and  the  bewitched 
Isolde     in     her     sensual     whiteness, 
would  the  virgin  not  have  been  dis- 
mayed, would  she  not  have  pondered 
a   bit   and    felt   an   answering   throb 
through  her  cruel,  cold  boy,  a  painful 
throb  that  only  love  could  mitigate? 


The  San   Franciscan 

124} 


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upon  which  they  are  constructed. 
Only  then,  too,  does  one  feel  the  gor- 
geous background  of  California,  the 
rarest  treat  of  all.  Mr.  Dobie  applies 
the  same  inclusiveness  he  used  in 
choosing  human  types  to  California 
as  a  country,  so  that  he  conveys  as  no 
one  else  the  feeling  of  the  rich  natural 
resources  of  this  place  where  the  sea. 
the  desert,  the  mountain,  the  valley 
and  the  city  share  the  same  delicious 
subtleties  of  climate. 

"The  Arrested  Moment"  by 
Charles  Caldwell  Dobie — {John  Day 
Co)  i      )(      » 

THE  Bridge  of  San  Luis  Rey"  is 
the  sort  of  novel  for  w  hich  cer- 
tain adjectives  seem  specially  made — 
esoteric,  charming,  intelligent,  so- 
phisticated So  you  can  just  take  any 
one  or  all  of  them  to  describe  Mr. 
Wilder  s  book.  To  be  more  specific  it  is 
an  historical  romance  built  around 
La  Perichole,  the  great  Peruvian  act- 
ress in  the  eighteenth  century,  and 
certainlv  no  one  w  as  e\'er  better  fitted 


B>' JOSEPH  HENDERSON 

to  recreate  the  flavor  ot  a  past  epoch 
than  this  young  author.  From  the 
first  page  he  catches  you  in  a  terse, 
conversational  style  full  of  refined 
humour  and  subtle  erudition  from 
which  it  is  impossible  to  escape  until 
the  \ery  end,  and  for  all  who  want  it 
there  is  a  variety  of  genuine  wisdom. 
The  first  chapter  is  partly  concerned 
with  Mme.  de  Sevigne  carefully  dis- 
guised as  a  Peruvian  marquesa.  No 
more  decorative  character  study  nor 
more  subtle  criticism  of  life  and  art 
has  been  written  since — Oh,  well, 
it  doesn't  matter  when.  What  Im 
trying  to  say  is  that  I  think  it  would 
be  an  excellent  plan  if  you  read  this 
novel  as  soon  as  possible. 

The   Bridge  of  San  Luis  Rey. 
By  Thornton  Wilder.  {A.  &  C.  Bom) 
■i    %    t 

The  Bullfighters"  is  an  in- 
teresting and  often  exciting 
novel.  Its  author,  Henry  de  Monther- 
lant  is  (1)  a  writer  of  excellent 
imaginative  prose,  (2)  he  is  a  bull- 
fighter himself  and  (3)  he  is  a  French- 
man. Turn  a  French  writer  loose  on 
any  subject  no  matter  how  trivial  and 
he  usually  makes  it  sound  important, 
but  when  such  a  Frenchman  as  M.  de 
Montherlant  gets  his  teeth  into  any- 
thing so  intrinsically  important  as 
bullfighting  and  all  you  have  to  do  is 
sit  back  and  watch  the  sparks  fly. 
And  with  it  all  he  manages  to  be  pro- 
foundly instructive.  Once  for  all  he 
has  resolved  that  perennial  question, 
"Is  bullfighting  brutal?  "  For  him  it  is 
not  a  mere  sport  hut  glamour,  tradi- 
tion, art  and  religion — but  you  d 
better  read  his  book  and  find  out  for 
yourself. 

The  Bullfighters.  By  Henry  de 
Montherlant.  (The  Dial  Press.) 
i    I    I 

E\E,  like  Margot  Asquith  and 
Queen  Marie  seems  to  have 
decided  that  it  is  the  fashionable 
thing  to  make  the  conquest  of 
America,  and  like  them  has  learned 
the  proper  publicity  methods,  I 
suppose  she  argued  that  the  Bible  and 
'Back  to  Methusalah"  were  all  right 
in  their  day  but  if  one  wanted  to  be 
assured  of  any  really  progressive 
immortality  one  should  get  into  a 
couple  of  good,  hundred  percent 
American  books.  And  so  she  chose, 
w  ith  that  fatal  propensity  for  choice 
that   has  alwa\'s   distinguished   Eve, 


the  two  best  sellers  on  hand,  "Some- 
thing About  Eve"  by  James  Branch 
Cabell  and  "Adam  and  Eve"  by  John 
Erskine.  As  a  matter  of  fact  there 
is  really  nothing  about  Eve  in  the  Ca- 
bell book,  and  she  gets  no  more 
publicity  from  Erskine  than  Adam 
and  Lilith  do.  but  after  all,  I  had  to 
begin  my  paragraph  somehow,  and 
I'd  just  as  soon  talk  about  Eve  as 
anything  else.  In  fact  I'd  much  rather 
talk  about  her  than  these  two  novels. 
Of  course  there  are  a  lot  of  nice  things 
I  might  say  about  them.  For  instance 
I  might  defend  Cabell  against  his 
censors  and  congratulate  Erskine  on 
coming  closer  to  reality  than  he  ever 
has  before,  but  what  would  be  the 
use?  Nothing  I  can  say  will  affect 
their  sales  one  way  or  another  so  I 
think  I'll  just  take  this  occasion  to 
get  rid  of  one  of  my  worst  inhibitions 
and  admit  that  I  cannot  abide  either 
Cabell  or  Erskine.  You  can  explain 
this  any  way  you  like  but  after  about 
twenty  Erskine  epigrams  I  begin  to 
doze  and  it  only  takes  about  three  of 
Cabell's  phallic  symbols  to  make  me 
snore  loudly.  Well,  as  I  was  saying,  it 
seems  that  Eve   . 

Adam  AND  Eve.  By  John  Erskine. 
(Bobbs-Merrill.) 

Something  About  Eve.  By  James 
Branch  Cabell  (McBride.) 
*       *       * 

Now  that  the  first  popularity  of 
"The  Sun  Also  Rises  "  is  pass- 
ing one  wonders  just  how  valid  Hem- 
ingway's fame  as  a  novelist  is.  Those 
famous  character  studies  and  econo- 
mical descriptive  passages  which  most 
everyone  found  so  "revealing  "  caused 
a  few  lonesome  souls  to  doubt  whether 
there  was  anything  behind  them 
worth  revealing.  All  one  came  away 
w  ith  in  the  end  was  a  rather  unplea- 
sant aroma  of  disillusionment — and 
the  recollection  of  some  gorgeous, 
living  dialogue.  The  Stories  in  "Men 
Without  Women"  are  largely  com- 
posed of  dialogue  and  for  that  very 
reason  are  superior  to  the  novel. 
Hemingway's  art  is  a  very  narrow 
thing  when  you  examine  it  closely, 
but  in  the  limited  range  of  the  short 
story  it  reaches  a  perfection  which 
ought  to  exact  everyone  s  admiration 
and  justify  at  least  a  part  of  his  fame 
as  a  true  literary  artist. 

Men  Without  Women,  By  Ernest 
Hemingwav.  (Scribners.) 


The   San   Franciscan 

125  1 


Courlesy  of  Robertson  DexChainps  Ga  Icri^s 


Glory  of  the  Dance,  by  Warren  Davis 


The   San   Franciscan 

I2t>l 


Nadzalid  Nonnezoshi 

A  San  Franciscan  Describes  the  Land  of  the  Navajo 

By  RAYMOND  ARMSBY 


FOR  one  who  Ii\es  by  the  sea,  the 
contrast  hetw  een  the  sea  and  the 
desert  is  all  the  more  pro- 
nounced— And  this,  combined  with 
the  beauty  of  the  Arizona 
desert  country,  especially 
that  part  of  .Arizona  called 
the  Painted  Desert,  makes 
the  lure  all  the  more  potent 
A  few  years  ago,  when 
1  first  visited  Arizona.  I 
passed  through  this  desert 
on  my  way  to  the  Rainbow 
Bridge.  The  trip  was  filled 
with  ad\enture  and  excite- 
ment :  and  when  I  heard  the 
story  of  the  Bridge,  and  how 
it  was  first  disco\'ered  in 
I'-^O'^.  I  became  fired  with 
the  idea  that  this  discoxery 
should  be  properly  recorded 
at  the  Bridge  itself.  With 
this  in  mind,  I  had  a  bronze 
plaque  made,  representing 
Nasi  ah  Bega\-.  the  Indian 
w  ho  lead  the  first  white  man 
to  the  Bridge.  Jo  Mora,  a 
California  sculptor,  w  ho  has 
li\ed  in  the  desert  country 
and  has  the  "feel"  of  it, 
made  the  plaque.  And  this 
September  w  ith  the  co-oper- 
ation of  the  National  Park 
Service,  I  organized  an  ex- 
pedition for  the  purpose  cf 
taking  the  plaque  to  the 
Bridge. 

The  caravan,  consisting 
of  sixteen  people — friends, 
guides.cowboysand  Indians, 
with  a  complete  pack  train — started 
from  Ben  W'etherill's  camp  on  the 
southeastern  slope  of  N'avajo  moun- 
tain. The  old  trail  was  chosen — the 
trail  o\er  which  the  first  white  man 
w  as  led  by  Xasjah  Begay  to  view  the 
majesty  and  beauty  of  Rainbow 
Bridge.  After  three  days  of  unparalle- 
led danger  my  caravan  arrived  at  the 
Bridge  and  a  suitable  location  was 
chosen. 

After  the  plaque  had  been  set  in  the 
w  all  of  the  canyon  near  the  foot  of  the 
Bridge,  a  dedication  ceremony  was 
held,  and  I  presented  it  to  Mr.  Frank 
Pinkley,  who  is  director  of  national 
monuments  in  the  southwest  Then 
with  lighter  hearts  and  with  much 
lighter  packs,  my  caravan  began  its 
exodus  from  wonderland. 


For  the  information  of  those  who 
do  not  know  the  location,  Rainbow- 
Bridge  is  in  southern  Utah,  just  over 
the  Arizona  border.  It  lies  at  the  foot 


Bronze  plaque  presented  by  E.  Raymond  Armsby. 
commemorating  the  Indian  who  led  the  first  white 
man  to  "The  Rainbow  That  Spans  The  Canyon" 

of  the  sacred  Navajo  Mountain,  in 
the  midst  of  the  massive  wonderland 
that  is  known  vaguely  to  the  rest  of 
the  United  States  as  "the  Southwest." 
For  generations  it  was  only  a  legend 
among  the  Indians.  In  the  surround- 
ing canyons  a  race  that  is  now  dust 
built  their  walled  cities  under  the  cliffs. 
Perhaps  the  cliff-dwellers  watched 
the  bridge  being  built  by  the  forces  of 
nature:  frost  and  wind  and  water. 
Perhaps  it  was  for  them  that  the 
Bridge  was  built,  an  eternal  re- 
minder of  the  eternal  promise:  That 
the  rains  w  ill  return  again  to  the  dry 
land;  that  the  rivers  will  rtin  in  the 


canyons,  and  the  parched  earth  don  a 
new  coat  of  green. 

Nadzalid  Nonnezoshi.  the  Indian 
name  for  the  bridge,  has  special  charm. 
Literally,  it  is  "The  Arch 
That  Spans  the  Canyon." 
Words  cannot  describe  the 
beauty  and  grandeur  of  this 
natural  wonder. 

Built  of  red  sandstone,  the 
Bridge  is  a  perfect  arch, 
spanning  Bridge  Canyon 
with  a  sweeping  grace  that 
is  truly  magnificent.  It  is 
like  a  dream,  in  the  quiet, 
clear  air,  with  the  blue  sky 
above,  the  high  narrow  walls 
of  many  colored  sandstone 
drawn  close  about,  and  the 
green  of  the  canyon  floor  be- 
neath. It  is  30*^  feet  from  the 
top  of  the  bridge  to  the  bot- 
tom of  the  canyon.  The  dis- 
tance between  the  bases  is 
275  feet,  and  the  width  of  the 
top  is  thirty  feet. 

Round  about  are  hidden 
valleys  where  the  cliff-dwel- 
lers' houses  still  stand;  six 
miles  to  the  westward  the 
swift  Colorado  winds  through 
its  deep  ways;  southward  lie 
the  wide  mesas  purple 
mountain  ranges  and  the 
Painted  Desert. 

Here  nature  paints  her 
pictures  with  a  passionate 
hand;  colors  flaming  like 
swords  under  the  fervid  sun; 
colors  delicate  as  the  mother 
of  pearl;  colors  blue-somber  as  a 
dreamof  smoky  shadow  .  .  .  colors 
that  are  caught  from  the  cliffs  and 
echoed  by  flower  and  sand  and 
chapparal    . 

Along  the  water-courses  is  found 
the  pinon,  the  sturdy  pine  tree  of  the 
southwest.  And  in  the  dryer  places, 
sage-brush  thrives,  and  mesquite  and 
the  eternal  cactus.  There  are  flowers 
in  profusion  in  this  arid  country;  the 
spire-like  yucca  with  its  crown  of  ivory 
blossoms,  the  delicate  evening  prim- 
rose, purple  wild  asters,  yellow  sage, 
rabbit  brush,  scarlet  bugler  . 
and  in  the  late  summer  the  rich  gold 
and  flame  red  of  the  cactus  blooms  on 
every  hand. 

This  is  the  land  of  the  Navajo:  a 

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'I"  n  H   San   Franciscan 

f27  1 


The  Dawes  Plan 

Will  It  Prove  To  Be  a  Success  or  Failure  ? 

By  N.  V.  GRIMSDITCH 


THERE  has  been  considerable 
discussion  over  the  last  few 
months  as  to  what  the  out- 
come of  the  Dawes  Plan  will  be,  and 
some  concern  as  to  whether  it  is  a 
feasible  and  workable  proposition. 
Only  about  a  month  ago  Mr.  S. 
Parker  Gilbert,  Agent  General  for 
Reparations,  brought  to  notice  the 
increase  in  salaries  of  certain  German 
Civil  Service  and  public  officials. 
Some  few  weeks  ago  he  submitted  a 
general  protest  to  the  German  govern- 
ment against  extravagant  spending 
and  excessive  borrowing  from  foreign 
countries.  These  undesirable  ten- 
dencies can  be  curtailed  to  a  large 
extent  by  the  German  government  it 
is  claimed  by  Mr.  Gilbert.  What 
appears  to  be  American  interference 
with  Germany's  internal  affairs  is  re- 
sented by  Germans  in  some  quarters 
of  the  country.  In  regard  to  this  ap- 
parent interference,  it  is  well  to 
remember,  that  when  the  Dawes  Plan 
was  drawn  up  the  German  govern- 
ment agreed  to  do  everything  possible 
to  create  conditions  which  would  en- 
able her  to  transfer  money  to  her 
creditors. 

Another  thing  to  bear  in  mind  is 
that  Mr.  Gilbert  is  not  acting  as  a 
representative  of  the  United  States. 
He  is  really  the  official  spokesman  for 
France,  Great  Britain  and  the  other 
Allies,  and  an  ex-officio  representative 
of  the  German  government  since  all 
these  countries  are  parties  to  the 
reparation  agreement.  Therefore  it  is 
unfair  to  concluded  that  the  United 
States  has  any  large  part  in  the 
reparations  dispute.  In  fact  it  would 
be  wrong  to  say  that  the  Dawes  Plan 
is  an  American  plan.  The  details 
were  determined  by  Allied  repre- 
sentatives, principally  of  Great 
Britain  and  France,  and  at  the  Allies' 
request  Mr.  Dawes  acted  as  a  pre- 
siding officer. 

t       «       ? 

REGARDING  the  working  of  the 
Dawes  Plan,  there  has  been  a 
great  deal  of  superficial  optimism 
over  the  last  few  years.  In  some  ways 
it  has  worked  in  the  sense  that  its 
adoption  has  had  a  tendency  to  im- 
prove business  conditions  in  Europe 
and  the  rest  of  the  world.  But  unless 
Germany  meets  the  huge  payments 
that  are  scheduled  for  the  next  few- 
years  the  Dawes  Plan  will  not,  liter- 


ally speaking,  work.  The  vital  ques- 
tion in  one's  mind  who  is  a  student  of 
these  affairs  is:  Do  the  German 
people  intend  to  pay  in  full  according 
to  the  schedules  provided  in  the 
Dawes  Plan,  or,  do  they  hope  the 
whole  matter  will  develop  into  a 
farce"?  Naturally  enough,  each  in- 
dividual citizen  of  Germany  will  not 
like  to  pay.  For  that  matter  neither 
would  we  if  we  were  in  the  same  con- 
dition as  it  would  mean  a  tightening 
of  our  belts  and  having  to  be  satisfied 
with  lower  wages  or  lower  profits 
than  if  nothing  were  paid.  Supposing 
the  Dawes  Plan  does  work  literally, 
then  there  will  be  no  room  for  the 
Socialist's  dream  of  higher  wages  and 
lower  profits.  Both  must  be  lower. 
Wages  and  other  production  costs 
must  be  relatively  low  in  order  that 
exporters  can  sell  goods  abroad  at 
lower  prices.  The  obvious  thing  to  pay 
reparations  is  to  increase  exports  and 
curtail  imports.  This  means  re- 
latively low  wages  and  a  relative  cur- 
tailment in  the  consumption  of 
imported  goods.  The  prospect  in  view 
for  Germany  in  general  is  by  no 
means  a  pleasant  one.  But  one  can 
say  this,  that  in  some  quarters 
there  is  a  section  of  the  German 
people  who  hope  that  Germany  will 
make  some  attempt  to  do  the  right 
thing.  Bringing  one  case  to  mind  we 
can  quote  from  the  Frank  Furter 
Zeitung,  a  well-known  financial  paper, 
states  that  the  government  must  en- 
courage and  accomplish  a  thorough 
housecleaning.  It  argues  that  the 
future  prosperity  of  Germany  will 
depend  on  them  gaining  credit  abroad 
and  that  this  can  only  be  done  by  a 
readjustment  of  expenses  and  income 
so  that  a  surplus  will  be  available  to 
pay  reparations. 


BUT  many  bankers  and  economists 
believe  that  the  Plan  will  not 
work  literally.  They  maintain  that 
Germany  has  too  many  other  foreign 
obligations  and  will  not  be  able  to  pay 
in  full.  In  the  first  place  she  must  pay 
for  merchandise  needed  every  year. 
Cotton,  coffee,  silk,  rubber  and  other 
commodities  must  be  imported. 
Possibly  a  tax  upon  imported  food 
products  would  compel  economy  on 
the  part  of  the  German  public,  but 
raw  materials  will  be  needed  in  con- 


nection with  industries  which  are 
expected  to  expand  their  exports  and 
build  up  their  foreign  trade  balance. 
After  that  it  will  be  necessary  to  pay 
the  interest  on  the  $200,000,000  loan 
floated  in  connection  with  the  adop- 
tion of  the  Dawes  Plan.  France,  Great 
Britain  and  the  other  Allies  agreed 
that  Germany  should  meet  this 
obligation  before  beginning  to  pay 
reparations,  but,  France  has  never 
agreed  they  should  pay  interest  on 
other  securities  sold  abroad,  before 
paying  reparations.  In  Britain,  how- 
ever, it  seems  to  be  assumed  that 
Germany  must  pay  interest  on  securi- 
ties sold  abroad  privately,  leaving  the 
Allies  to  take  what  is  left. 

For  instance,  J.  Henry  Schroeder 
&  Co.  of  London,  declares  that  priori- 
ties of  Germany's  payments  abroad 
should  be  as  follows: 

(1)  The  Dawes  Plan  $200,000,000 
loan. 

(2)  Service  on  all  loans  and  ad- 
vances in  foreign  currencies 
made  to  the  States,  Munici- 
palities and  other  borrowers  in 
Germany,  including  all  busi- 
ness loans. 

(3)  Reparations  payments. 

As  against  this  London  opinion,  the 
Paris  correspondent  represents  the 
French  opinion  as  follows:  "It  is  the 
French  view  that  reparations  remain 
a  prior  claim  on  Germany's  re- 
sources and  while  on  the  one  hand 
there  is  a  realization  of  the  inadvisa- 
bility,  from  a  general  point  of  view  of 
Germany's  credit,  there  is,  on  the 
other  hand,  also  a  realization  from 
the  view  point  of  the  French  Nation, 
which  is  mostly  interested  in  repara- 
tions, of  the  undesirability  of  having 
France's  first  mortgage  on  Germany 
become  a  second  or  third  mortgage 
to  benefit  those  holding  what  the 
French  claim  are  weak  claims  on 
Germany.  The  French  take  the  view 
that  there  is  no  need  for  this,  since 
the  Dawes  Plan,  in  making  an  excep- 
tion for  priority  for  the  initial  loan 
to  set  up  the  Reich  Bank,  showed 
that  those  interested  in  reparations 
come  next  in  line  for  transfer  pay- 
ments. The  French  never  would  have 
accepted  the  Dawes  Plan  if  they  had 
understood  that  reparations  pay- 
ments were  to  come  after  all  the  other 
German     foreign     obligations     were 

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The   San   Franciscan 

I  28  I 

Sparta,  Sparta,  Wis. 

^CAintinufd  Irum  PaBC  14) 

adohe.  I  was  at  the  Alamo  with  Davy 
Crockett;  on  the  crumbling  ramparts 
of  Lucknow  I  saw  in  the  distance  the 
flash  of  the  scarlets  of  the  K  lacgregors 
and  heard  the  pibroch  of  the  Camp- 
bells; with  Lincoln  at  Gettysburg,  1 
saw  the  last  ripple  of  ci\il  strife  die 
away;  even  yet  1  hear  the  banzais  of 
the  soldiers  of  Nippon  at  the  crest  of 
203-\leter  Hill. 

«         )!         « 

I  KNOW  the  w  ild  joy  of  the  Moham- 
medan as  his  eyes  rest  upon  the 
turreted  spires  and  glittering  mina- 
rets of  his  sacred  Mecca — the  fanati- 
cal enthusiasm  of  the  Hindoo  pilgrim 
rushing  to  lave  in  the  turbid  Ganges. 
I  know  the  noise  of  Bedlam  and  the 
quiet  of  Warsaw,  the  confusion  of 
Babel  and  the  silence  of  a  peak  in 
Darien.  Dumb,  enthralled.  I  have 
roamed  in  the  shadow  s  of  the  columns 
of  Luxor  and  have  sat  at  the  feet  of 
the  Colossi  of  Memnon  as  "they  keep 
watch  o\er  the  centuries.  Archi- 
tecture? I  know  the  charm  of  fretted 
\ault  and  dim  cathedral  aisle;  Egyp- 
tian, Ionic,  Corinthian.  Byzantine, 
Arabesque,  Gothic,  Flemish,  Nor- 
man, Renaissance,  Louis  the  Quinze 
—  its  wonders  are  mine,  from  the 
Pyramids  of  Gizeh  to  the  delicate 
details  of  the  Chateau  Blois  or  Asay- 
le-Rideau.  Literature^  From  the  first 
Babylonian  brick  to  "When  We  Two 
Were  Maying."  Philosophy?  Mother 
Eve  to  Kant.  Art?  From  the  rude 
buffalo  hide  markings  of  the  Ojib- 
ways  to  "The  Angelus."  All  is  mine. 
Music'  I  have  been  swayed  by  the 
folk-song  of  the  peasant,  the  weird 
czardas  of  the  steppes,  and  the  swell- 
ing augments  of  the  grand  recessional. 
From  the  kettle-drums  and  tom-toms 
of  the  Matabele  to  the  symphonies  of 
the  masters  of  harmony,  it  is  mine 
With  Channing,  I  have  listened  to 
stars  and  birds,  babes  and  sages;  with 
Stevenson,  I  have  earned  a  little  and 
spent  a  little  more.  I  have  been 
exceeding  glad  and  sore  afraid;  have 
pointed  with  pride  and  viewed  with 
alarm. 

In  short.  Judge.  I  thought  I  had 
enjoyed  the  pleasures  of  the  senses. 
the  heart  and  the  brain,  but  no  feel- 
ing worthy  of  the  name  of  emotion 
has  ever  vibrated  in  my  bosom — my 
soul  was  never  awake — until  that 
moment  in  Sparta,   in  Sparta,   Wis. 

Judge,  to  me  now  the  rest  of  the 
world  is  but  the  skeleton  at  the  feast. 
I  see  all  else  as  through  a  glass  darkly. 
As  a  photographer  may  inadvertently 
take  a  picture  upon  a  plate  already 


used,  so  e\-er\thing  appears  to  me 
now  throughja  film  of  Sparta,  of 
Sparta,  Wis. 

Why  speak  of  the  Vales  of  Tempe, 
Avoca,  Cashmere,  and  Chamounix? 
Why  speak  of  Killarney's  lakes  and 
dells,  of  Fujiyama,  the  Rhine,  the 
Tyrol,  the  Staubbach,  our  own  Yose- 
mite' Judge,  they  are  but  the  halluci- 
nations of  disordered  fancies,  the 
chimera  of  deceiving  imagination,  the 
vain  imagery  of  w  andering  intellects. 
A  bas,  conspuez  la  Golden  Fleece,  the 
Golden  Gardens  of  the  Hesperides, 
the  Fountain  of  Youth,  the  Elysian 
I'ields.  Have  we  not  Sparta'  Judge, 
Ur  of  the  Chaldees,  where  is  it'  What 
of  it'  Palmyra,  Nineveh,  Babylon, 
Tyre,  Troy,  Hundred  Gated  Thebes, 
Carthage'  Gone.  Their  sites  dis- 
puted— the  sport  of  shifting  sands, 
doubtfully  identified  by  the  habita- 
tions of  nomadic  Bedouins.  What  of 
it'    We   have   Sparta,    Sparta,    Wis. 

Judge,  perhaps  in  the  future  some 
Corot  may  find  in  Sparta  a  fitting 
subject  for  his  masterpiece — some 
Moore  be  honored  in  honoring  it  with 
the  touches  of  his  fancy — some  Schu- 
mann find  in  its  peace  the  dominant 
note  of  his  theme — but  what  will  it 
avail'  The  ideal,  compared  with  the 
truth,  will  be  but  the  fire  of  St.  Elmo, 
a  will-o'-the-wisp.  It  will  be  as  im- 
potent as  swearing  Vanderdecken  on 
the  quarter  deck  of  the  "Flying 
Dutchman,"  striving  to  weather  the 
point  he  never  will  make. 

«     \    f. 

IT  is  true  that  the  villageof  Nazareth 
takes  a  certain  justifiable  pride  in 
one  of  its  earlier  families.  Possibly 
the  fisherman  of  Ajaccio  may  look 
upon  the  white  stucco  of  Bonaparte's 
birthplace  with  some  satisfaction.  The 
yokels  of  Stratford  are  no  doubt  grati- 
fied at  the  continuous  pilgrimage  of 
the  world's  intellect  to  that  shrine  in 
their  midst.  As  an  American  you 
know  your  feelings  as  you  stand  upon 
the  porch  at  Mount  Vernon  and  look 
across  the  expanse  of  the  broad  Poto- 
mac. But,  Judge,  Judge,  consider  the 
pride  of  the  citizen  of  Sparta,  of 
Sparta,  Wis.,  as  he  awakes  daily  in 
the  glorious  consciousness  that  his 
town  is  your  birthplace. 

Judge,  do  not  think  that  1  have 
attempted  to  give  expression  to  my 
thoughts.  Accept  this  as  a  feeble 
effort  to  express  the  inexpressibility 
of  it  all.  What  brain  can  reflect  such 
surging  emotions  of  the  heart?  To 
what  avail  is  the  marshaling  of 
phrases — "the  graces  and  ornaments 
af  the  schools"?  How  powerless  the 
occepted  contrivances  of  speech.  If  in 
the  realms  of  rhetoric  or  word-paint- 


ing it  were  given  to  me  to  add  a  hue  to 
the  rainbow  or  a  tint  to  the  lily,  in 
speaking  of  Sparta,  of  Sparta,  Wis.,  I 
should  still  feel  that  mentally  I  was 
chained  to  the  floor  in  the  darkness  of 
some  medieval  donjon  keep. 

1  f  the  shadows  of  poverty,  sickness, 
misfortune,  despair  and  sorrow,  even 
to  the  multiplicity  popularly  attri- 
buted to  the  leaves  in  Vallombrosa. 
fall  about  my  path — pooh-pooh  and 
two  fudges.  In  the  memory  of  that 
moment  in  Sparta  the  slings  and 
arrows  of  outrageous  fortune  and  the 
shafts  of  Fate  will  fall  from  me  even 
as  the  bullets  rolled  from  the  wings 
of  the  angel  in  the  fairy  tale. 
*    X    * 

AND  when,  eons  hence,  the  last 
trump  is  sounded,  and  no  echo 
returns  because  Cosmos  is  not,  when 
timbrel  and  cymbal  swell  that  grand- 
est chorus  of  celestial  praise  mid  the 
hosannas  in  the  highest  of  cherubim 
and  seraphim.  1  shall  leave  the  other 
angels,  and  with  folded  wings,  neg- 
lected harp,  and  wilted  halo,  in  some 
unnoticed  niche  of  the  jasper  walls  I 
will  be  thinking  of  that  moment  of 
ecstasy — the  only  paradise  to  me  — 
1 :37  A.M.  of  the  December  day  when  I 
was  in  Sparta,  in  Sparta,  Wis. 

Tin  Types 

{Continued  from  Page  \^) 

mental  duties.  He  was  always  on  foot, 
being  democratic  with  that  fine 
democracy  attained  only  by  your 
genuine  aristocrat.  He  lived  for  years 
in  comfortable  enough  quarters  above 
a  saloon  on  Clay  Street  just  below 
Montgomery.  When  he  walked  into  a 
bank  or  any  one  of  the  larger  business 
houses  of  the  day  to  collect  his  taxes, 
he  brooked  no  trifling.  He  announced 
pompously  his  purpose  and  the  sum 
assessed — amounts  varying  from 
$2.00  to  $10.00  according  to  the 
needs  of  the  imperial  exchequer  at  the 
moment.  If  the  subject  dared  refuse 
there  was  a  dignified  quoting  of  the 
law  and  pertinent  threats,  which  in- 
variably produced  capitulation  and 
the  desired  sum.  If  the  sum  were 
quite  a  large  one,  the  subject  received 
a  signed  receipt  to  which  w,as  affixed 
a  large  gold  state  seal.  At  various 
periods  the  Emperor  issued  dollar 
bills,  printed  on  pink  paper  and  bear- 
ing his  signature.  These  were  gener- 
ally received  gravely  and  without 
question  throughout  the  city  and 
previous  to  the  fire  of  190b  adorned 
the  walls  or  were  pasted  on  the  wall 
paper  of  many  San  Francisco  homes. 
When  the  Emperor  desired  lood,  he 
entered    a    restaurant    or    hotel' 

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Tin  Types 

(Continued  from  Page  28) 

summoned  a  waiter  and  ga\e  him 
minute  instructions.  As  befitted  a  man 
of  imperial  rank,  the  Emperor  was  a 
connoisseur  of  viands  and  wines.  If 
anything  about  the  ser\ice  displeased 
him.  he  upraided  the  waiter  roundly 
and  sent  the  offending  dish  back  to 
the  kitchen.  Upon  completion  of  the 
meal  he  often  called  for  the  pro- 
prietor, courteously  requesting  if  a 
receipt  or  payment  w  ere  required  but 
neither  of  these  w  ere  ever  insisted  up- 
on, since  it  w  as  obviously  an  honor  to 
wine  and  dine  so  royal  a  guest.  More 
frequently,  however,  it  was  his  custom 
to  rise  from  the  table  and  without  a 
word  walk  with  dignity-  from  the 
place.  In  similar  fashion  the  Emperor 
Norton  entered  and  left  theatres  and 
other  places  of  public  amusement. 
The  tax  money  obtained  was  used 
for  personal  expenses  and  numerous 
charities,  for  Emperor  Norton  dis- 
pensed charity  with  an  open  hand. 
While  he  haunted  the  stock  markets, 
the  w  ater  front  and  other  places  where 
the  business  men  and  politicians  of 
the  day  foregathered,  he  kept  largely 
to  himself  and  cultivated  no  inti- 
macies. Upon  meeting  a  lady  he 
always  removed  his  hat  and  bowed 
with  courtly  grace.  He  was  a  great 
favorite  with  the  school  children, 
chatting  with  them  pleasantly  and 
giving  them  flow,ers  from  the  cluster 
in  his  coat  lapel.  But  in  the  main  he 
lived  and  moved  about  the  city  in 
majestic  aloofness,  never  closely  con- 
tacting with  it  save  to  supply  his 
imperial  wants.  When  he  needed  a 
new  uniform  he  announced  the  fact 
in  the  public  prints  and  the  uniform 
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His  only  close  companions  were 
two  dogs,  Lazarus  and  Bummer. 
These  canines  by  special  decree  of  the 
Board  of  Supervisors  had  the  run  of 
the  city.  The  story  is  told  that  at  one 
time  Bummer  was  ill  and  Lazarus 
went  around  to  the  restaurants 
patronized  by  the  trio  and  obtained 
food,  which  he  bore  to  the  ailing 
Bummer.  Finally  Lazarus  died  and 
his  funeral  was  an  occasion  of  pomp 
and  ceremony,  attended  by  children, 
the  notables  and  near  notables  of  the 
day.  A  newspaper  cartoon  of  the 
event  now  in  the  De  Young  Museum 
shows  Emperor  Norton,  clad  magnifi- 
cently in  priestly  robes  and  presiding 
over  the  last  rites.  Bummer's  final 
fate  is  not  definitely  known. 
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THE  Emperor  Norton's  activities 
and  interests  were  more  than 
local.  They  were  national  and  inter- 
national. He  claimed  relationship 
with  the  royal  families  of  Europe  and 
always  spoke  of  Queen  'Victoria  as 
"my  dear  cousin."  He  also  claimed 
connection  with  the  royal  houses  of 
Austria  and  the  Bourbons  of  France. 
For  Napoleon  he  had  vicious  hatred. 
When  European  politics  headed  to- 
ward any  crisis,  he  wrote  lengthy 
letters  of  advice  to  his  royal  relatives. 
At  one  time  uhen  the  Republican 
National  Convention  uas  in  session 
in  Chicago,  Emperor  Norton  tele- 
graphed Grant,  forbidding  him  to 
refuse  a  nomination  for  a  third 
presidential  term. 

During  his  life,  he  never  missed  a 
session  of  the  state  legislature,  where 
he  sat  through  all  proceedings,  nod- 
ding sagaciously  and  making  copious 
notes.  Upon  one  occasion  while  mak- 
ing the  trip  to  Sacramento  he  went 
into  the  diner,  instructing  the  waiter 
to  bring  him  French  chops,  fried 
oysters,  vegetables  and  a  bottle  of 
Rhine  wine.  This  menial  went  so  far 
as  to  ask  the  Emperor  if  he  had  money 
to  pay  for  his  dinner.  Directly  thunder 
and  brimstone  broke  loose.  Here  was 
treason  and  damned  insolence.  The 
waiter  was  threatened  with  immedi- 
ate execution  and  the  road  with  loss 
of  its  franchise. 

In  the  face  of  this  latter  calamity 
to  a  vital  artery  of  the  state's 
transportation  system,  several  San 
Francisco  men  uho  were  on  the  train, 
drew  the  undiplomatic  waiter  aside 
and  instructed  him  to  provide  the 
Emperor  with  anything  that  pleased 
his  fancy.  Somewhat  placated  the 
Emperor  ordered  a  sumptuous  repast 
including    several    bottles    of   cham- 

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pagne,  w  hich  he  shared  w  ith  his  fellow- 
diners.  The  conductor  apologized  pro- 
fusely in  behalf  of  the  company  and 
disaster  was  thus  narrowly  averted. 
At  another  time  Emperor  Norton 
attempted  to  hoard  without  a  ticket 
the  steamer  Yosemite  bound  for 
Sacramento.  He  was  put  off  and  his 
rage  ran  out  of  bounds.  He  issued 
orders  that  the  steamer  was  to  be 
blocked  in  her  dock  by  U.  S.  Naval 
\essels  in  the  harbor  until  the  rebels 
surrendered.  The  rebels  surrendered 
without  further  delay  and  the  com- 
pany issued  a  life  pass  to  the  Emperor 
good  on  any  of  its  vessels. 
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IN  January  1880  Emperor  Norton  I 
weighed  down  w  ith  charities,  good 
works,  advancing  years,  corns  and 
the  cumulative  results  of  no  baths 
passed  from  this  earthly  plane.  His 
funeral  was  a  public  event,  attended 
by  some  10.000  people  and  a  pro- 
minent San  Francisco  club  provided  a 
costly  coffin.  He  left  no  successor  and 
the  United  States  reverted — or  should 
we  say  degenerated  into  a  republic. 
We  will  never  know  another  Emperor 
Norton.  If  any  one  among  us  deve- 
loped similar  symptoms,  we  would 
set  upon  him  an  army  of  alienists, 
scientists  and  psycho-analysts,  vvho 
would  promptly  put  him  away.  That 
these  well  intentioned  souls  did  not 
find  their  voices  until  a  much  later 
day  is  cause  for  rejoicing.  If  they  had 
existed  and  had  a  place  in  Emperor 
Norton's  sun,  The  United  States,  San 
Francisco  would  never  have  known 
the  brief  glory  of  such  an  emperor; 
the  history  books  and  university  pro- 
fessors would  beunromantically  right 
— a  thing  sad  indeed,  to  contemplate. 

The  Hollywood  Hydra 

(Continued  from  Pas--  !H| 

prodigal  satellites  but  with  the  pass- 
ing of  the  King,  so  passes  the  courtiers 
and  courtesans  of  his  court.  Sound 
business  methods  will  take  the  place 
of  those  studio  intrigues  that  would 
have  made  the  coups  of  DuBarry  and 
de  Pompadour  appear  elementary  and 
childlike.  Ability  will  take  the  place 
of  the  bootlicking,  back-biting  syco- 
phants who  ha\e  for  years  groveled 
be  fore  the  producers  in  their  at  tempted 
\enality. 

This,  I  believe,  is  the  tomorrow  of 
pictures  and  briefly  represents  the 
Hollywood  Hydra — not  yet  entirely 
slain  but  well  into  its  death  rattle. 
The  experiences  of  the  past  have  been 
sorry,  yet  valuable  and  the  future  w  ill 
blossom  from  a  decadent  thing  into 
an  intelligent  monument  of  true  value 
and  magnificient  artistry. 


Sunset 
Trail 

through  'Romance 


You  may  see  the  pictur- 
esque Southwest  and  old 
South  at  no  additional 
fare  on  your  trip  East. 


You'll  enjoy  so  much  the  Sunset 
way  east,  the  colorful  route  of 
"Sunset  Limited"  to  middle  west 
and  eastern  points,  via  New  Or- 
leans. Apache  Trail  highway  de- 
tour. New  Mexico,  Texas,  lux- 
uriant Louisiana. 

"Sunset  Limited,"  famed  round 
the  world,  carries  you  swiftly  and 
comfortably  over  this  fascinating 
route.  Its  appointments  are  su- 
perb; as  fine  as  a  first-class  hotel 
or  club. 

That  is  the  Sunset  journey  east. 
Read  the  new  booklet  describing 
it  in  detail.  From  New  Orleans, 
you  can  continue  by  train  or  go 
to  New  York  aboard  Southern 
Pacific  steamship.  Meals  and 
berth  on  the  boat  included  in 
your  fare. 

Return  via  another  of  Southern 
Pacific's  4  great  routes  across  the 
continent — Golden  State.  Orer- 
land.  or  Shasta.  A  choice  matched 
by  no  other  railroad. 

Southern 
PaciMc 

F.  S.  McGINNIS 

Pjn.  Traffic  M^r. 
San  Francisco 


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Hints  for  Hunters 

((_x^ntinucd  from  PaRf  22) 

Ambassador).  Such  a  problem  as  be- 
in;^  caught  in  the  rain  is  possible  even 
in  gentile  Piedmont  and  vacations 
often  find  one  in  Hollywood.  In  such 
cases  one  can  repair  damages  or 
match  a  costume  without  trusting 
one's  precious  head  to  alien  hands. 

For  those  of  our  friends  we  wish  to 
remember  who  aren't  fortunate 
enough  to  be  with  us  for  the  holidays, 
I've  a  suggestion  and  it's  a  good  one 
too.  Mr.  Harrison  Godwin  has  pre- 
pared a  humorous,  a  historical  and  a 
decorative  map  of  San  Francisco  (in- 
cidentally, it  is  reproduced  in  this 
number).  The  original  will  be  on  dis- 
play in  the  Palace  Hotel  Lobby  and 
for  one  dollar  and  a  half,  a  reproduc- 
tion (28x32  inches),  in  five  colors, 
will  be  yours  or  your  friend  s  at  the 
City  of  Paris,  Paul  Elders  New- 
begin's,  or  any  of  our  leading  book 
shops  or  department  stores  for  that 
matter. 

How  often  have  you  wished  for 
scent  bags  that  preserved  the  original 
odor  of  fresh  roses?  In  Butte,  Mon- 
tana, there  is  a  small  factory  in  the 
center  of  a  great  rose  farm.  Here 
special  roses  are  raised  to  answer  your 
v\ish.  By  a  secret  process  of  freezing 
they  are  able  to  send  rose  bags  to  you 
that  smell  as  though  they  had  just 
come  from  a  sun-drenched  garden. 
What  is  more  they  are  guaranteed  to 
hold   their   fragrance   for   five   years! 

The  fat  chiffon  bags  that  hold  the 
rose  leaves  are  exquisitely  made  and 
they  arrive  in  trim  white  satin  boxes. 
Perfect  gifts  for  so  many  occasions.  A 
w  ire  to  the  Carney  Company  in  Butte 
will  bring  these  sachets  to  you  in 
hardly  any  time  at  all.  There  are 
tv\o  sizes,  a  medium  one  priced  at  five 
dollars  and  a  much  plumper  one  for 
ten. 

t       «       « 

SPEAKING  of  flowers,  I  wonder  how- 
many  San  Franciscans  ever  stop 
to  consider  the  brilliant  flower  stands 
that  blaze  on  our  city  corners^  Today 
I  did.  Roses,  white,  red,  yellow,  pink; 
blue  bachelor  buttons,  orange  mari- 
golds, purple  pansies  and  violets, 
shaggy,  rainbowed  chrysanthemums, 
scarlet  berries  and  holly  wreaths!  I 
bought  some  roses  and  a  waxy  bunch 
of  Poet's  Narcissus  for  a  song. 

bancy  .  .  rose  and  narcissus  sold  on 
the  streets  on  the  eve  of  Christmas' 


Cruise 

to 

Romantic 

Spanish  America 


Blue  seas.  Balmy  air.  Sparkling 
sunshine.  The  rainy  season  is  over. 
Palm  trees  and  mangoes,  tresh  anti  viv- 
idly green.  Brilliantlv  plumed  birds  flash 
ing  in  their  branches.  Berries  glowing  red  on  tens 
of  thousands  of  cofl^ee  trees.  Bananas,  pineapple  and  papayas 
sweetening  in  the  sun.  Volcanoes  purpling  against  the  azure  sky. 
And  the  air,  soft  and  perfumed,  quieting  rushing  steps  and  sooth- 
ing frayed  nerves.  That  is  December  and  January  in  Central 
America — springtime  in  the  tropics. 

Cruises  Sail  Mon  th ly 

Forget  the  drag  of  business  this  year.  Join  one  ot  the  Panama 
Mail  ships  sailing  December,  January  or  February.  Enjoy 
twenty-four  indolent,  beguiling  days  cruismg  from  California  to 
Cuba — fourteen  at  sea,  and  ten  ashore  in  bewitching  cities  cen- 
turies old,  in  Mexico,  Guatemala,  Salvador,  Nicaragua,  Panama 
and  Cuba.  \'iew  the  gay  night  lite  ot  cosmopolitan  Panama  and 
of  neighboring  Colon,  the  crossroads  ot  the  Western  World. 
Thrill  to  the  wonders  ot  the  Panama  Canal  by  daylight.  Make 
your  winter  vacation  this  year  a  Panama  Mail  cruise.  There  wi 
be  a  brighter  sparkle  to  life  thereafter. 

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You  can  leave  the  ship  at  Havana  staying  as  long  as  you  wish 
there,  then  tour  through  Florida  and  home  to  California  by  any 
direct  route.  Or  you  can  go  with  the  ship  to  New  York  and  take 
your  choice  ot  direct  rail  lines  home.  The  price  is  the  same— ^350 
up,  first  class.  This  covers  bed  and  meals  on  steamer  and  rail- 
road tare  on  train  home  (diner  and  sleeper  not  included). 

Panama  Mail  cruise  ships  are  modern  liners  built  for  tropical  service.  Com- 
fortable, well  ventilated.  P'lecfric  fans  and  running  water  in  every  room.  Sim- 
mons beds  instead  of  berths.  Thoughtful  attentive  service  and  the  best  of  food. 
Broad  decks  for  resting  or  rollicking.  Swimming  tank.  Orchestra,  dancing.  The 
cost  is  low — less  than  $9  a  day.  Only  a  limited  number  of  reservations  are  avail- 
able. So  don't  delay.  You  can  get  full  information  and  booklets  today  from 

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artcC 


The  Dawes  Plan 

(ConlinucJ  ironi  Pasc  27) 

taken  care  of.  We  are  all  well  aware 
that  se\'eral  hundred  million  dollars 
of  German  bonds  have  been  sold  in 
the  United  States  during  the  past 
few  years  and  during  the  past  two 
months  the  prices  of  some  of  these 
issues  have  declined  from  2  to  5 
points.  Evidently  the  reparations  dis- 
pute has  had  some  psychological 
effect  on  investors  who  fear  that 
reparations  payments  may  take  prio- 
rity over  these  private  obligations  as 
there  is  no  doubt  that  a  good  deal  of 
selling  has  come  from  purchases  of 
German  bonds.  Even  some  of  the 
prime  German  bonds  have  depreci- 
ated quite  a  little.  Take  for  instance 
Free  State  of  Bavaria  bj^'s,  1945,  the 
high  for  1Q27  was  100^  and  the  low 
Q33 1 :  the  price  around  November 
I'-^th  was  Q^3^ 


UNTIL  the  amount  of  German 
reparations  is  fixed  at  a  definite 
figure  there  is  no  definite  basis  for 
judging  future  prospects.  As  things 
are  at  present  it  must  be  admitted 
that  under  the  Dawes  Plan  the  sche- 
dule of  annual  payments  is  some- 
what excessive,  with  reference  to 
Germany's  ability  to  transfer  funds 
to  foreign  countries,  and  there  are 
provisions  for  increasing  the  annual 
payments  if  Germany  should  ever 
show  ability  to  pay  more.  Thers  is  no 
doubt  that  eventually  the  Dawes 
Plan  will  have  to  be  revised  and  a 
total  maximum  of  reparations  agreed 
upon.  Until  this  is  done,  and  until 
France  ratifies  debt  agreements  with 
Great  Britain  and  the  United  States, 
no  one  is  justified  in  arriving  at  a  final 
conclusion  regarding  the  status  of 
German  bonds  sold  abroad  during  the 
past  three  years,  with  the  exception 
of  the  $200",000,000  loan  to  the  Car- 
man government  provided  for  by  the 
Dawes  Plan.  It  was  specifically  agreed 
that  this  issue  should  take  priority 
over  reparations  In  France,  however, 
there  is  a  general  feeling  that  repara- 
tions should  take  priority  over  all 
other  subsequent  issues  of  bonds  by 
German  municipalities  and  industrial 
concerns.  An  act  by  France  which 
would  cause  temporary  repudiation  of 
such  bonds  would  adversely  effect  the 
delicate  mechanism  of  bank  credit  and 
the  foreign  exchanges,  so  that  France 
directly  or  indirectly  would  suffer 
more  than  she  would  benefit  from  an 
attempt  to  prevent  payment  of  Ger- 
man bonds  held  abroad.  We  believe 
that  this  is  the  attitude  of  the  French 
Government. 


for  1926 


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Thcacrically  Speaking 

(Continued  from  Page  9) 

dependent  producing  group  they  con- 
tinually try  to  reproduce  certain 
minor  New  York  successes,  instead  of 
giving  us  unusual  plays  of  strong 
value  which  have  not  found  produc- 
tion elsewhere.  Besides,  would  not  the 
latter  plan  enlarge  their  fame  and 
importance''  For  instance  "The  Jest," 
although  a  good  melodrama,  demands 
exceptionally  good  acting  and  the 
mere  fact  of  knowing  that  the  Barry- 
mores  played  it  in  New  York  starts  it 
off  here  with  a  disadvantage.  There  is 
talk  of  producing  Pirandello's  "Right 
You  Are"  soon.  "Would  it  not  be  more 
interesting  to  do  "Naked,"  which  is 
excellent  theatre  and  practically  un- 
known in  America^ 

We  didn't  really  mean  to  become  so 
furiously  critical  of  the  Guild  but  if 
we  have  laid  it  on  a  bit  thick  it  is 
because  the  increasing  popularity  of 
this  theatre  will  not  suffer  by  it.  Like 
the  Guild  in  New  York  we  hope  that 
they  will  learn  to  combine  their 
artistic  and  commercial  successes.  In 
fact  already  we  hear  very  nice  things 
about  their  production  of  "Young 
Woodley"  and  that  its  star,  Douglas 
Fairbanks,  Jr.,  is  behaving  himself 
very  well  indeed  on  the  legitimate 
stage.  I      ^      , 

LONG  ago  during  undergraduate 
days  when  we  realized  for  the 
first  time  that  chorus  girls  were  not 
the  quintescense  of  beauty  and  charm 
we  made  a  solemn  vow  ro  devote  our- 
self  to  higher  things  than  musical 
comedies.  In  fact  we  never  expected 
to  find  another  one  which  could 
possibly  tempt  us  again.  And  yet  here 
is  "Hit  the  Deck"  and  we  have  been 
twice.  The  principals  aren't  much 
good,  the  story  is  the  usual  thing 
built  around  a  poor  but  pretty  waif. 
There  are  sailors,  debutantes,  comic 
relief  and  a  great  deal  of  talk  about 
honour  and  love  and  money,  but  you 
forget  about  these  things  for  three 
reasons,  namely  the  male  chorus,  the 
acrobats  and  "Hallelujah."  There  is 
really  no  explanation  to  give  why 
these  things  are  so  good.  Certainly 
one  would  think  that  all  the  combin- 
ations of  male  choruses  and  acrobats 
had  been  exhausted  by  this  time. 
Least  of  all  is  there  any  explanation 
for  the  excellence  of  "Hallelujah." 
Whistle  it  for  five  minutes  and  it 
turns  to  ashes  in  your  mouth,  hear  it 
on  the  victrola  next  door  and  see  it 
you  can  keep  from  going  mad  after 
two  renditions  and  yet  as  it  is  sung  in 
"Hit  the  Deck"  one  is  inclined  to 
think  that  the  art  of  making  melodies 


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can  tjo  no  further.  According  to  one 
woman  we  know,  it  is  important  as 
mari<ing  the  time  when  jazz  became 
metaphysical. 


WE  weren't  the  least  surprised 
to  hear  that  the  "Chauve 
Souris  '  is  coming  to  San  Francisco 
because  wherever  we  have  ever  been 
in  the  world  the  "Chauve  Souris" 
seems  to  have  made  a  point  of  coming 
too.  We  are  very  glad  that  it  has 
developed  this  habit  because  there  is 
no  entertainment  to  which  we  would 
rather  go  more  often.  The  principal 
trouble  is  that  most  everywhere  it  is 
considered  not  as  entertainment  but 
as  art.  Maybe  it  is  art,  but  we  contest 
that  that  is  too  austere  a  word  for  this 
delicious  Russian  fooling.  Of  course 
sometimes  they  do  get  kind  of  serious 
and  sing  the  "Song  of  the  Volga  Boat- 
men" but  you  can  forgive  even  that 
when  they  deliver  their  clever  thrusts 
at  Italian  opera  or  when  Balieff,  all 
compact  of  gaiety  and  spontaneity, 
talks  to  you  in  a  language  all  his  own. 

\       \       « 

THE  Cradle  Son"  the  brilliant 
comedy  of  Gregorio  and  Maria 
Martinez  Sierra,  has  been  chosen  as 
the  first  play  to  be  offered  by  The 
Civic  Repertory  Theatre  of  New 
York  to  San  Francisco  audiences. 
The  San  Francisco  engagement  of 
"The  Cradle  Song"  which  opens  at 
the  Columbia  Theatre  on  December 
2bth,  will  bring  local  playgoers  into 
understanding  contact,  for  the  first 
time  with  the  most  interesting  of 
present  day  developments  in  the 
American  Theatre.  Should  the  San 
Francisco  engagement  be  successful 
it  is  the  intention  of  The  Civic  Reper- 
tory Theatre  to  present  a  selection  of 
the  finest  plays  in  its  repertoire  to 
this  community  each  season. 


Nadzalid  Nonnezoshi 

(ContinUL'd  from  Page  21^) 

land  of  strength  and  a  land  of  ever- 
lasting beaut>-  ...  a  land  that  lifts 
the  heart  and  holds  it  in  a  thrall  that 
is  a  mixture  of  joy  and  awe.  And  of 
this  land  Nadzalid  Nonnezoshi  is  the 
abiding  symbol. 


BWILELOEI^S 

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137  1 


To  Travelers 

This  Emblem  Means  Hotel 

Headquarters  in  the  Film 

Capital  oj  the  World 

The  Hollywood  Plaza  is  hotel  headquar- 
ters in  Hollywood,  California. 

When  on  your  next  trip  to  Southern  Cali- 
fornia, make  this  famous  hostelry  your  ob- 
jective. 

Situated  in  the  heart  of  Holly  wood,  the 
hotel  is  most  centrally  located  for  either 
pleasure,  business  or  shopping  in  Los 
.Angeles. 

Every  room  is  a  parlor  during  the  day 
time — a  luxurious  sleeping  quarter  at  night. 
In-a-door  Beds  make  this  possible. 

Strange  people,  exotic  sights,  theatres, 
and  entertainment  are  but  a  step  away  from 
the  door  of  this  famous  hostelry. 

Write  or  wire  us  for  reservations  in  ad- 
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quarters while  in  Southern  California. 
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A  Portrait  in  Ethics 

(ditntinuc^l  from  Page  12) 

only   twenty   or   thirty  dollars  in   it. 
.     I    must    hurry.     A  man   is 
crossing  the  street  and  may  he  com- 
ing in.     .     .     . 


IN  his  room,  before  a  dusty  glass, 
a  grim-lipped  man  met  his  own 
eyes.  They  were  troubled,  but  har- 
boured a  new  strength.  Behind  the 
reflected  image  came  the  vision  of  a 
swaddled  prelate,  with  baggy,  world- 
ly eyes.  He  waved  a  sense-blunted 
finger,  and  said: 

"One-tenth  of  thy  wordly  goods  be- 
longs to  the  Lord" 

And  with  that  he  reached  through  the 
glass  and  plucked  up  a  tenth  part  of 
a  heap  of  money  on  the  chiffonier. 
Then  he  waved  his  finger  and  opened 
his  mouth  again,  but  the  grim-lipped 
man  spat  at  the  vision  so  that  it 
disappeared  and  spittle  ran  a  wet 
cour.'e  down  through  the  dust. 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 

(Continued  from  Page  17) 

group  proved  conclusively  that  this 
fabric  with  its  new  supple  texture 
holds  highest  favor.  Mrs.  Helene 
Irwin  Crocker  adhered  to  simple 
white  satin  of  Paris  decree,  with  low 
cut  back  and  the  complement  of 
many  jewels.  Preceding  the  ball  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Ross  Ambler  Curran  honored 
the  deb  at  a  large  dinner  for  the 
younger  set  at  the  San  Mateo-Burlin- 
game  Polo  Club.  Mrs.  Helene  Irwin 
Crocker  also  gave  a  dinner  at  her 
newhome  in  Burlingame.  The  Richard 
McCreerys  entertained  for  Count  and 
Countess  Wurmbrand. 


No  other  hostess  has  so  diligently 
helped  to  make  the  emerging 
debutantes  season  a  whirl  of  enter- 
taining as  the  ever  charming  Mrs. 
Fred  McNear.  Hardly  a  week  passes 
that  she  does  not  entertain  for  this 
very  diverting  group. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Selah  Chamberlain 
will  give  a  large  dance  on  December 
twenty-third  in  honor  of  Elizabeth 
Raymond  and  Heath  Hamilton  who 
made  their  bow  this  month.  Miss 
Dorothy  Kierulff  the  debutante 
daughter  of  Mr,  and  Mrs.  Thomas 
ivierulff  has  chosen  New  Years  eve 
for  a  ball  she  will  give  at  the  San 
Francisco  Golf  and  Country  Club 
entertaining  several  hundred  of  the 
younger  married  set  and  debs. 


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WHO  is  to  be  queen  of  this  sear's 
Mardi  Gras  bain  Will  she  be 
a  debutante,  or  one  of  mellower 
charms!' 

In  the  instance  of  the  selecting  of 
the  sovereign  of  the  annual  charity 
classic  it  may  truly  be  said  that  the 
chase  is  more  exciting  than  the  catch, 
for  the  night  of  the  counting  of  the 
ballots  is  often  infinitely  more  fun 
than  the  ball  itself. 

Last  year  Mrs.  Alanson  Weeks, 
presided  over  the  fete  v\  ith  a  gracious- 
ness  that  was  regal  and  yet  not  too 
austere,  with  the  result  that  the  hall 
was  not  too  stately  as  the  evening 
wore  on,  but  exactly  what  a  Mardi 
Gras  was  meant  to  be  when  the  term 
was  first  coined.  It  is  the  final  fling 
before  the  repentance  of  Lent  sets  in 
and  if  the  merriment  becomes  a  bit 
hilarious,  all  the  better  for  the  con- 
trast which  follows. 


GERTRUDE  Wood's  cxotic  little 
flower  shop  has  been  a  rendez- 
\ous  for  members  of  the  Dynasty, 
particularly  those  hours  after  lunch- 
eon and  preceding  tea.  It  was  here 
one  found  the  exhibit  of  Mrs.  Edward 
Pringle's  Chinese  and  Persian  screens 
and  panels  in  tempra.  Her  work  is 
most  unusual  in  color  and  imagi- 
native in  design  and  has  untold 
decorative  value.  Mrs.  Pringle  is  still 
another  of  that  fact  growing  group  of 
society  women  who  do  things  and  do 
them  superlatively  well. 


MR.  and  Mrs.  Starr  Bruce 
(Florence  Welch)  gave  a  Sun- 
day evening  buffet  supper  in  honor 
of  the  George  Tallants,  who  now  are 
settled  in  their  apartment  on  Vallejo 
Street  for  the  winter.  Like  most  Sun- 
day evening  parties  this  was  very  in- 
formal and  amusing,  about  thirty  of 
the  younger  set  dropping  in. 


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THE  THEATRE 

The  Clrran :  BroaJway.  An  excuse  for  New 
York's  night  life. 

The  Geary  (alias  Luric) :  The  Scarlet  Woman. 
Pauline  Frederick  in  something  which  is  not 
quite  as  frank  as  it  sounds. 

The  Columbia:  .Sunny.  Musical  show  to  be 
followed  by  the  picture  "Wings  "  in  couple 
of  weeks. 

Players  Gl'ILd:  The  Goal  Song.  This  Werfel 
is  done  and  will  be  followed  by  the  Pulitzer 
Prize  Play  "In  Abraham's  Bosom." 

The  President:  l\'ighlstick.  One  of  the  best  of 
this  season's  crop  of  melodramas  from  New 
York. 

The  Alcazar:  \'eu'  Brooms.  This  may  run 
until  e\eryone  in  San  Francisco  is  spring 
cleaning. 

The  Green  Street  :  The  Bridal  Bed  is  sand- 
wiched in  between  two  Bourdet  plays.  The 
bread  being  unusually  thin. 

The  Orpheum:  Charlotte  Greenwood  heads 
the  new  list  of  favorites  at  this  two  a  day 
house. 

Pant  ages  :Mumau"s  spectacular  picture '  'Sun- 
rise" is  in  the  immediate  future. 

La  Gaite  Francaise:  La  Mascolle.  Audran's 
immortal  operetta  giving  Mr.  Ferrier's 
musical  as  well  as  dramatic,  an  ample 
opportunity  to  cavort. 

MUSIC 

February  6,  Gigli  with  San  Francisco  orches- 
tra— Civic  Auditorium. 

February  7,  Gigli  in  recital — Scottish  Rite 
Hall. 

February  1 1 ,  Curran  Theatre — Popular  Con- 
cert of  San  Francisco  Orchestra. 

February  17and  19,  Curran  Theatre — Second 
Symphony. 

February  23,  Civic  Auditorium — Menuhin 
with  San  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra, 


MOVIES 

Embassy  :  Al  Jolson  in  two  hours  of  good  enter- 
tainment called  "The  Jazz  Singer"  in  which 
he  sings,  dances,  and  jokes  over  the  Vita- 
phone. 

California  :  The  Student  Prince.  With  Ramon 
Navarro  and  Norma  Shearer  and  "Gentle- 
men Prefer  Blondes"  are  the  offerings  of  the 
month. 

St.  Francis:  Douglas  Fairbanks  in  "The 
Gaucho"  with  the  Chaplin  opus  "The  Circus  ' 
lurking  in  the  background. 

Warfield  :  Consistently  good  weekly  offc-ings. 

Granada:  Same  here. 

ART 

Courtesy  of  The  Argus 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie — Feb.  3  to  17,  draw- 
ings by  artist  members.  Feb.  18  to  March  3, 
paintings  by  Valere  de  Mari. 

Bohemian  Club — Feb.  20  to  March  4. 
annual  exhibition. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legion  of 
Honor — Drawings  in  red  chalk,  life  size,  by 
the  sculptor  Arturo  Dazzi  of  Rome.  Perma- 
nent collection. 

East  West  Gallery — Through  Feb.  6, 
Kiang  Family  Collection  ofancient  and  modem 
Chinese  paintings.  Feb.  8  to  Feb.  29.  seventy- 
five  modem  French  prints  from  the  Albert 
Rouiller  Galleries,  Chicago. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery — Until  Feb.  18.  land- 
scapes and  portraits  in  oil  by  Trevor  Haddon, 
R.  B.  a. 

Junior  League  Shop — Pastel  portraits  of 
children  by  Miss  Wyn  George. 

Vickery,  Atkins  &  Torrey — Etchings  by 
Frank  W.  Benson.  Though  Feb  b.  antique 
Georgian  silver  and  old  Sheffield  plate  from 
the  Brainard  Lemon  silver  collection  of  Louis- 
ville, Kentucky. 


DINING  AND  DANCING 

The  Mark  Hopkins:  The  fourteen  months' 
old  prodigy.  What  tricks  it  could  teach  its 
elders! 

Jungletown:  502  Broadway.  San  Francisco 
may  be  blanketed  in  fog  or  drenched  with 
rain  but  there's  always  this  tropical  refuge. 

Belle  De  Graf:  Around  comer  from  Palace. 
A  lady  practicing  what  she  has  so  long 
preached. 

Fairmont:  Rudy  Seiger's  fiddle,  the  perennial 
attraction. 

Aladdin  Studio:  363  Sutter.  Bohemianism  a 
la  carte.  Noisy  but  nice,  if  you  know  what 
we  mean. 

Temple  Bar  Tea  Room:  No.  1  Tillman  Place. 
Try  to  get  in. 

St.  Francis:  The  spring  cleaning  in  progress 
pro\es  promising. 

Tait'sattheBeach:  It's  lure  cannot  be  denied. 

The  Palace  :  The  Rose  Room  blossomed  earlier 
than  usual  this  season. 

Russian  Tea  Room:  1001  Vallejo  Street. 
Russian  food,  cigarettes,  candy  and  dancing 
at  western  charges. 

Julius'  Castle:  302  Greenwich  Street.  Hang- 
ing off  the  side  of  Telegraph  Hill.  We'll 
watch  the  food  and  view  against  anything 
else  in  town. 

Francis  Tea  Room:  315  Sutter  Street.  To  go 
once  is  to  go  again. 

Mamnaru  Tei  :  540  Grant  avenue.  Japanese 
food  in  the  heart  of  Chinatown. 

The  Loggia  :  1 27  Grant  avenue.  The  place  is 
as  charming  as  its  hostess.  We  can't  say  more. 

The  Clift  Roof  Lounge:  With  the  whole 
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sent a  select  assemblage  of  the  best  productions 
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COLONEL  CHARLES  ERSKL\E  SCOTT  WOOD 

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his  Army  post  when  still  a  young  man  he  has  battled  gloriously — not  for  reform's  sake — but  that  a 
vision  of  hunuxn  freedom  and  beauty  might  be  brought  nearer  fulfillment.    A  development  of  that  rare 

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SAN  f  R,/XNCISCAN 


The  Constitution  and  Citizenship 

Wherein  A  Young  Solon  Outlines  the  Civil  Duties  of  An  American 

By  TALLANT  TUBBS 


Editors  Note  :  State  Senator  Tallant  Tubbs  was  elected 
to  the  Call  forma  Legislature  in  1 124  when  twenty-seven 
years  old,  and  is  the  youngest  member  of  the  upper 
house  at  Sacramento.  It  is  expected  that  he  will  be  a 
candidate  for  re-election  this  year.  Senator  Tubbs's 
articles  on  local  and  national  politics  have  caused  con- 
siderable comment  in  the  political  world 

IT  should  be  clear  to  thinking  people 
that  the  duties  and  rights  of  Ameri- 
can citizenship  as  established  by 
the  United  States  Constitution,  and 
as  previously  expressed  by  the  deter- 
mined and  high-minded  patriots  who 
framed  the  Declaration  of  Indepen- 
dence, either  have  been  forgotten  or 
never  were  known  by  many  men  and 
women  who  not  only  claim  to  be  good 
citizens,  but  who  actually  believe  that 
they  are  fulfilling  their  obligations  to 
their  community  and  to  their  country . 

The  immediate  purpose  of  the 
Declaration  of  Independence  was  to 
call  the  American  colonists  to  arms  in 
an  attempt  to  end  the  tyranny  of  a 
British  king.  It  created  no  rights  for 
the  people,  either  legal  or  political, 
but  its  sentiments  have  proven  to 
have  a  most  important  value  in  our 
country's  life  because  it  is  instinct 
with  love  of  country  and  of  liberty.  It 
shows  a  purpose  to  make  any  sacri- 
fice at  any  time  to  preserve  for  all 
times  those  possessions.  The  Declara- 
tion of  Independence  is,  indeed,  the 
inspiring  creed  of  our  national  life. 

The  United  States  Constitution,  on 
the  other  hand,  is  the  sober  and 
thoughtful  plan  of  a  political  structure 
intended  to  make  possible  the  realiza- 
tion of  the  high  ideals  of  the  Decla- 


ration of  Independence.  It  sought, 
through  a  union  of  the  states,  to  per- 
petuate their  legal  and  political  rights, 
and  those  of  their  citizens,  and  to 
create  a  solid  national  government 
with  as  little  impairment  as  possible 
of  the  sovereign  rights  of  states.  The 
Constitution  was  framed  upon  an  his- 
torical background  of  many  centuries 
of  struggle;  and  the  chief  thought  of 
the  framers  was  to  form  a  government 
which  would  protect  the  people  against 
any  attack  upon  their  liberties. 
^      t       % 

THE  first  twelve  amendments  to  the 
Constitution,  which  for  the  most 
part  protect  the  rights  of  citizens, 
were  adopted  shortly  after  the  ratifi- 
cation of  the  Constitution.  The 
Thirteenth  amendment,  coming  later, 
abolished  slavery ;  the  fourteenth  pro- 
tected the  immunities  of  citizens;  the 
fifteenth  prevented  discrimination  in 
the  matter  of  voting  on  account  of 
"race,  color,  or  previous  condition  of 
servitude ;' '  the  sixteenth  provided  for 
a  federal  income  tax,  and  the  seven- 
teenth made  possible  the  election  of 
United  States  Senators  by  direct  vote 
of  the  people  instead  of  by  the  state 
legislatures.  The  eighteenth  or  Pro- 
hibition Amendment,  has  gone  so  far 
in  affecting  the  local  habits  and  cus- 
toms of  communities  that  I  need  not 
dwell  upon  its  provisions.  It  raises  the 
highly  important  question  as  to  how 
far  the  Federal  Government  should  be 
permitted  to  extend  its  police  regula- 


tions in  the  interest  of  personal  liberty 
and  of  general  welfare.  This  is  the  one 
amendment  to  our  Constitution  which 
might  be  repealed  by  a  direct  vote  of 
all  the  people,  but  the  Constitution 
makes  no  provision  for  a  referendum 
to  be  conducted  in  this  manner.  The 
nineteenth  amendment  gave  politi- 
cal rights  to  women;  the  twentieth, 
which  regulates  Child  Labor,  has 
passed  both  houses  of  the  Congress, 
but  thus  far  has  failed  in  ratification 
by  a  sufficient  number  of  the  state 
legislatures. 

The  provisions  of  our  governmental 
structure  should  be  studied  by  all 
citizens  to  the  end  that  they  may  thor- 
oughly understand  that  our  govern- 
ment belongs  to  them,  and  that  it  will 
suceed  if  they  will  support  it. 
Citizens  should  conscientiously  and 
consistently  avail  themselves  of  the 
privilege  of  voting ;  they  should  take  a 
serious  interest  in  public  affairs  to  the 
extent  that  they  know  something 
about  the  candidates  whose  names 
appear  on  the  ballot;  they  should  not 
be  satisfied  to  devote  their  time  and 
energy  solely  to  their  money-making 
interests;  they  should  be  prepared  to 
displace  unworthy  or  dishonest  public 
officials  by  means  of  the"recaU"  ;  they 
should  be  willing  to  make  the  jury 
system  a  useful  instrument  in  the  ad- 
ministration of  j  ust  ice  by  not  attempt- 
ing to  escape  jury  duty.  The  citizens 
who  talk  the  most  and  the  loudest 

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Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


A  PROMINENT  debutante  was  tak- 
ing up  social  service.  The  select 
little  group  of  w  orkers  with  w  horn  she 
has  associated  herself  go  out  to  San 
Bruno  every  other  Tuesday  and  at- 
tempt, in  a  not  paternal  or  maternal 
way,  to  soK  e  some  of  the  tragic  prob- 
lems that  confront  the  lower  strata. 
There  was  the  case  of  one  Thomas 


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Dorgan.  Dorgan  is  one  of  those  low- 
browed individuals  with  bushy  black 
eyebrows  grow  ing  straight  across  the 
bridge  of  his  broken  nose.  Dorgan  was 

summoned  before  Judge ,  and 

accused  of  being  the  father  of  four 
illegitimate  children.  It  developed 
during  the  trial  that  the  children  were 
all  born  within  a  day  of  one  another. 
This  the  deb  could  not  understand 
and  requested  an  explanation.  In  the 
hearing  Mr.  Dorgan  testified  that  he 
was  the  possessor  of  a  bicycle.  Case 
dismissed. 

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WE  recall  a  voyage  we  made  to 
the  South  Seas  some  twenty 
years  ago.  On  board  we  had  a  motley 
assortment  of  Cook  tourists  and  two 
black-cowled  Sisters  from  Paris.  If  our 
memory  of  tw  enty  years  does  not  fail 
us,  they  were  traveling  to  Tahiti  to 
chaperone  one  of  the  many  native 
princesses.  The  Sisters  sat  discreetly 
in  the  shadow  of  the  smoke-stacks  day 
after  day,  and  their  lips  fluttered  their 
devotions.  But  they  spoke  not,  neither 
did  they  smile.  One  stood  in  awe  be- 
fore such  solemn  virtue.  However,  we 
do  recall  skirting  a  tin-roofed  hovel  in 
Tahiti  one  early  morning  to  find  our 
Sisters  squatting  on  the  stoop  of  the 
hovel,  smoking  corn-cobs.  The  picture 
delighted  us;  it  was  sane  and  normal 
and  not  without  dignity.  But  still, 
after  twenty  years,  we  cannot  accus- 
tom ourselves  to  this  younger  genera- 
tion. It  was  not  so  bad  to  see  Miss  X 
walking  down  Crant  avenue  smoking 
a  cigarette.  But  w  hen  we  saw  her  flick 
the  ashes  through  the  window  of  a 
parked  limousine  we  objected — what 
we  mean  is,  she  was  walking  and  the 
limousine  was  empty. 
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A  LONDON  print  informs  us  that 
pigeons  have  been  using  bits  of 
sheet  metal  and  steel  grindings  from 
a  Greenwich  metal  merchant  for  build- 


ing their  nests.  Bicycle  spokes,  dis- 
carded frying  pans  and  even  mis- 
cellaneous assortments  of  iron  washers 
have  been  used  by  the  more  dec- 
oratively  inclined  birds.  Naive  little 
homes  have  been  discovered  that 
weigh  from  forty  to  eighty  pounds,  all 
nice  and  mechanical.  We  scan  the  item 
with  grave  interest  that  gives  way  to 
fear.  We  have  no  doubt  the  birds 
should  be  allowed  individuality.  We 
feel  they  are  modern  little  persons, 
simply  conforming  with  the  Age  of 
Steel.  But  nonetheless,  and  this  is 
perturbing,  we  deliberate^on  just  how 
far  they  will  carry  it.  What  if  they 
should  venture  a  bit  further  and  be- 
come small  machines  themselves.  We 
have  the  ghastly  vision  of  them  de- 
positing cute  little  ball  bearings  for 
eggs.  We  shudder  to  think  of  the  hor- 
rific experience  of  the  commuter  being 
suddenly  knocked  flat  by  a  ball  of 
metal  coming  out  of  nowhere. 


Alicia,  our  office  girl,  just  loves  to 
_/Vmeet  new  people.  She  tells  us  it 
is  declasse!  to  talk  about  "old  fami- 
lies," that  when  a  city  is  old  enough 
to  have  "old  families"  it  begins  to 
pride  itself  on  its  new  blood.  That  is, 
Alicia  says  that  goes  for  every  place 
but  Boston,  and  of  course  everybody 
knows  what  Boston  is.  Anyway,  Alicia 
went  down  to  The  Enchanted  Circle, 


the  mecca  of  "These  Charming 
People,"  we  mean  Del  Monte,  Just  as 
she  w  as  driving  off  the  2nd  tee  a  deep, 
splendid  basso-profundo  said ; 

"Swell  day  !Aint  it.  Kid:"" 

He  was  a  charming  man,  a  member 
of  the  Electrical  Supply  Jobbers  Con- 
vention. They  are  having  so  many  of 
these  Charming  People  clown  ihere  this 
spring.  The  fruit-canners  convention 
and  the  wholesale  grocers,  and  simply 
charming,  the  retail  plumbers ! 

Alicia  says  she  simply  couldn't 
breathe,  she  was  so  charmed^ 

She  said:  "Yes,  it  is,"  and  then  to 
show  that  there  is  nothing  up-stage 
about  her,  she  added:  "Aint  it^" 

He  was  a  lovely  fellow.  One  of  the 
most  charming  people  of  El  Centro. 


OLR  Hollywood  Correspondent 
sends  us  the  following:  A  pro- 
ducer had  sent  one  of  his  companies 
to  the  Truckee  regions,  where  snow, 
ice,  bridge,  Scotch,  and  log  fires  made 
it  all  the  world  like  St.  Moritz,  The 
scene  the  company  was  shooting  was 
the  episode  where  the  young  heroine 
was  to  be  chased  by  a  pack  of  wolves. 
After  searching  for  three  days  the  field 


director  wired  the  producer  stating 
that  the  nearest  thing  to  wolves  that 
could  be  found  were  the  Truckee  boot- 
leggers and  requested  that  a  pack  of 
wolves  be  rented  and  dispatched  at 
once.  The  Los  Angeles  office  wired 
that  wolves  were  too  expensive,  the 
rental  being  $20  per  head.  They  stated 
that  they  could  get  lions  at  $5  per 
piece  and  would  ship  a  carload.  The 
field  director  upon  receiving  the  mess- 
age wired  back  that  one  did  not  find 
lions  in  Alaska.  To  which  the  erudite 
Los  Angelean  producer  replied  via 
Western  Union  "They  could  migrate, 
couldn't  they^  " 

%       «       % 

THE  pendulum  swings  back!  We 
have  sailed  the  tide  of  intimate 
theatres  and  escaped  with  no  greater 
misfortune  than  the  crushing  of  sun- 
dry packets  of  Lucky  Strikes.  Little 
theatres  seating  500!  Delightfully  in- 
timate! Small  theatres  crowding  300! 
Tiny  theatres  benching  50!  And  now 
the  pendulum  swings.  We  are  to  have 
an  opera-house,  ^'es,  dear  Alicia,  our 
own  opera-house,  a  gilded  palace  of 
music  and  art  and  culture,  if  you  know 
what  I  mean.  Marble  cupids  over  the 
proscenium!  And  this  and  that!  The 
question  arises:  shall  our  opera  house 
seat  three  thousand  ^  Or  five  thousand  ? 
Or  ten  thousand^  We  know  how  in 
San  Francisco!  Shall  we  not  build  the 
grandest  and  the  greatest  opera-house 
in  the  world,  where  all  may  come  and 
look^  Of  course  we  will  have  an  inti- 
mate corner  where  one  may  pay  as 
much  as  one  wishes  for  seats.  But  the 
great  mass,  the  dear  public,  shall  they 
not  come  and  pay  as  little  as  they  can  ? 
See  great  music !  See  great  conductors ! 
A  magnificent  San  Francisco  gesture! 


The   San   Franciscan 


But,  says  our  friend  of  the  Art, 
Letter  and  Music  group— but  ean  we 
hcai'^ 

And  the  answer,  between  great 
guffaws  and  naive  giggles  comes  from 
our  exponent  of  Verdi :  "Certainly  we 
shall — we  will  equip  our  opera-house 
with  loud-speakers  distributing  the 
noise  to  all  corners  of  the  edifice. 
«       «       >• 

REMINISCING  the  Other  evening 
^about  the  old  places,  Zinkands, 
Sanguinettis,  Marchands  and  Del- 
monicos!  brought  to  mind  the  fate  of 
The  Philosophers.  It  was  only  last 
year  that  we  swapped  cigarettes  across 
the  table  at  The  Philosophers,  and 
poured  libations  from  those  quaint, 
pot-bellied  flasks  that  have  brought 
fame  to  a  monastery.  Well,  the  Philo- 
sophers went  the  way  of  all  pure  joys. 
But  this  morning  we  found  a  card  in 
our  mail  from  the  charming  hostess 
who  used  to  sing  "Water  Boy"  and 
that  under-graduate  song  about  the 
philoprogenitive  bachelor.  The  card 
said  that  the  philosophers  are  dis- 
banded "but  I  will  still  furnish  them 
their  Laughing  Water  and  Giggling 
Syrups  from  Canada.  Please  give  me 
a  ring  when  you  feel  the  need  of  Up- 
lift and  it  will  be  delivered  to  you 
promptly  at  regular  prices.  You  know 
the  quality.  The  phone  number  is. .  ." 
Unfortunately  our  cat  spilled  our  ink 
bottle  over  the  phone  number. 
*       «       « 

OUR  society  reporter  thinks  the 
west  is  most  vague.  She  was  ask- 
ing about  Idaho.  It  seems  there  was 
an  item  in  the  local  press  about  the 
"social  director"  of  the  new  ocean- 
palace  that  plies  to  the  islands.  The 
lady,  we  mean  the  "social  director" 


has  "social  prestige  from  one  of  the 
first  families  of  Idaho."  She  did  not 
know  that  there  were  any  first  families 
of  Idaho,  and  we  explained  to  her  that 
there  was  a  difference  between  "first" 
and  "oldest"  and  she  said  of  course 
she  had  never  thought  of  that.  Any- 
way, the  fact  that  the  Malolo  is  now 
dominated  by  a  social  arbiter  re- 
minded one  of  the  affair  on  the  ill-fated 
Titanic.  It  seems  the  gold-braided  cap- 
tain was  pacing  the  broad  deck  of  his 
ship  just  before  sailing  on  the  fate- 
marked  voyage.  He  approached  an 
important  personage  with  more  gold 
braid  than  he  himself  wore.  The  per- 


sonage was  caparisoned  in  a  stunning 
uniform  of  blue;  his  naval  cap  was 
niftily  tilted  on  the  side  of  his  skull; 
his  buttons  glittered  and  his  braid  was 
untarnished.  He  saluted  the  captain, 
and  the  captain  saluted  and  asked 
him  what  his  official  duties  were  on 
the  Titanic. 

"LSire,"  replied  the  personage,  "am 
the  ship's  gardener." 

«       *       « 

HUMAN  nature  does  not  change. 
Whence  were  small  boys  back 
in  Junction, JWisconsin,  we  used  to  go 


to  the  City  once  a  year  to  see  Bar- 
num  s  Circus  and  visit  the  side-shows. 
Best  of  all  for  us  were  the  side-shows 
with  their  incomprehensively  terrible 
human  freaks !  But  the  big-time  vaude- 
ville has  supplanted  Barnum's.  There 
we  can  see  the  woman  who  murdered 
her  daughter  with  a  flat-iron;  the  girl 
who  failed  to  fly  the  Atlantic;  the 
sixteen-year  old  harpie  who  was  "se- 
duced" by  a  white-haired  millionaire; 
the  man  who  married  twelve  wives — 
and  all  the  rest  of  them.  The  local  press 
announces  the  latest  acquisition  to  the 
freak-house.  We  read;  "Cecil  (Buck) 
Lieuallen,  state  traffic  of^cer  of  Ore- 
gon and  Tom  Gurdane,  chief  of  police 
of  Pendleton,  Oregon,  captors  of  Wil- 
liam Edward  Hickman,  accused  Los 
Angeles  slayer,  will  make  exclusive 
stage  appearances  at  the  Wigwam 
Theatre  for  a  weekstarting  tomorrow." 
We  wonder  if  the  boys  will  do  a  song- 
and-dance  act  or  just  tell  funny  bits 
about  the  criminal-insane  and  things 
like  that.  Or  possibly  a  talk  on  "How 
Five  Hundred  Pounds  of  Blubber  Un- 
aided Trapped  an  Imbecile  Boy  "would 
prove  fascinating  to  the  thousands  of 
morons  who  like  a  bucket  of  blood 
with  breakfast.  That  is,  who  adore 
wallowing  through  the  daily  press. 
Exciting  abortions  of  nature!  The 
audience,  we  mean,  not  the  yokel- 
constabulary. 

i       t       t 

SPEAKING  of  the  dear  local  press, 
you  know  what  we  mean ;  not  real 
tabloids  such  as  clutter  the  ash  cans 
of  the  eastern  metropolis,  but  pages 
of  pictures  with  captions!  Awfully 
funny  captions:  Pictures  of  child- 
murderer,  with  caption:  "He  wins  the 
fur-lined  rope!"  Picture  of  man  who 
stole  loaf  of  bread  to  feed  his  starving 
progeny,  with  caption:  "Loafers! 


Picture  of  old-fashioned  mother  of 
murderer,  with  caption:  "She  raised 
Cain!"  Picture  of  funeral  of  man 
named  Joy,  with  caption:  "Joy-rid- 
ing!" Picture  of  destruction  of  city  by 
earthquake,  caption :  "Hootchie  Koot- 
chie!"  Pictureof  mother  of  child  killed 
by  hit-runner,  caption:  "Red-Hot- 
Mama,"  And  yet  they  say  we  Ameri- 
cans are  lacking  in  a  sense  of  humor! 
Rise!  sing  the  Star  Spangled  Banner! 
«       «       ■». 

EATING  Russian  cutlets  in  the  Rus- 
sian Tea  Room  on  Russian  Hill 
reminds  one  of  Sadakitchi  Hartmann. 
We  remember  when  the  Russian  Tea 
Room  was  called  the  Spanish-Castle- 
on-the-Hill.  Sadakitchi  leased  it  and 
produced  Ibsen's  Ghosts.  It  was  dur- 
ing the  third  act  that  he  set  the  house 
on  fire  over  the  heads  of  his  audience 
to  make  the  orphanage-fire  in  the 
play  more  realistic.  Sadakitchi  was  a 
man  of  ideas.  Again  we  recall  the  time 
that  we  were  dining  in  Bigin's  old 
Bologna  restaurant  on  Kearney  Street. 
It  was  just  after  Sadakitchi  had  bit- 
terly denounced  the  local  art  colony. 
Sadakitchi  came  in  the  back  door,  his 
slouch  black  fedora  tilted  over  his  curly 
black  hair,  his  right  hand  clutching 
his  black  portofolio — (No  one  ever 
knew  what  it  contained) — the  other 
twirling  the  three  oriental  hairs  that 
that  sprouted  from  his  chin.  Bigin 
asked  him  uhat  he  wanted  and  Sada- 
kitchi said:  Food.  Whereupon  Bigin 
took  him  firmly  by  the  collar  of  his 
coat  and  the  keel  of  his  trousers  and 
gave  him  what,  in  the  parlance  of  the 
Emharcadero  they  call  "The  Bum's 
Rush,"  through  the  restaurant  and 
out  on  to  Montgomery.  Bigin  never 
did  like  any  one  who  criticized  San 
Francisco  artists. 

Then  the  war  came  and  Sadakitchi 
was  drafted.  He  said  he  wouldn't  fight 


.Fe- 


SO  they  sent  him  to  the  ship-yards. 
He  sat — (and  one  did  not  sit  in  the 
ship-yards  in  1Q18) — on  an  iron  drum 
and  wrote  verse.  They  hauled  him 
beforeold  Judge  Buck  down  Redwood 
way  and  the  judge  said  that  he  was 
probably  a  better  poet  than  a  man, 
and  sent  him  on  his  way.  We  wonder 
what  has  become  of  Hartmann.  He 
was  a  good  poet,  a  good  actor,  a  good 
musican  and  a  wonderful  critic.  To 
say  nothing  of  his  paternal  attributes. 
The  San  Franciscans. 


The   San   Franciscan 

1121 


Clair  De  Lune 


Being  a  Story  Wherein  Music  and  Moonlight  Cast  Black  Shadows 

By  KATHRYN  HULME 


FROM  the  sihcr  linked  belt  at  her 
waist  down  to  her  shiny  high- 
heeled  slippers,  Bim's  mother  was 
entirely  familiar  to  him.  He  was  too 
short  in  stature  to  be  able  to  look 
squarely  at  her  oval  face  and  slender 
torso — the  part  most  people  saw.  His 
roundsailorhatcame  juston  alinewith 
the  siKer  belt;  but  he  knew  all  about 
his  mother  through  the  rustle  of  her 
taffeta  swishing  along  close  to  his  ears. 

On  sunny  days,  as  they  loitered 
through  Hyde  Park,  it  made  a  lan- 
guorous singing  noise  that  sometimes 
died  down  to  a  mere  w hisper  of  con- 
tent. \\  hen  they  went  out  to  decorate 
his  father's  gra\e.  the  taft'eta  made  a 
broken  wrinkling  sound,  as  though 
some  of  it  had  got  crushed  between 
his  mother's  knees.  And  at  concerts  it 
lay  black  and  quiet  about  her,  except 
when  a  certain  kind  of  music  was 
played  .  .  .  then  it  seemed  to  sigh 
restlessly,  remotely,  as  though  trying 
to  answ  er  a  ghost-thing  floating  in  the 
air  about  them. 

Trotting  along  beside  her  skirt  this 
evening  Bim  wondered  what  caused 
the  disturbance  in  the  smooth  flow  of 
sound  coming  from  it.  Above  the 
rumbling  of  buses  and  scuffling  of  pe- 
destrians, his  accustomed  ear  caught 
a  thin  nervous  crinkling  he  had  not 
heard  before.  Strange  and  new,  he  had 
no  way  of  knowing  what  it  meant. 

Presently  he  sav\'  the  Frenchman 
who  came  so  often  to  play  w  ith  him 
and  his  mother  in  the  nursery.  The 
big  man  stood  w  ith  his  hat  in  his  hand, 
wavy  hair  stirring  in  the  breeze.  Quite 
far  above  him,  Bim  heard  them  talk- 
ing. The  skirt  was  quiet  now.  All  of 
its  rustling  music  had  crept  upwards 
into  his  mother's  voice. 

It  wasn't  until  he  was  left  alone 
with  his  mother,  walking  slowly  home- 
wards, that  Bim  heard  a  little  singing 
sound  out  of  the  silky  skirt.  At  least 
he  knew  his  mother  was  happy. 

That  night,  when  she  tucked  him 
into  his  bed,  she  told  him  she  was  go- 
ing away  for  a  little  while  and  then 
would  come  back  and  get  him,  and 
take  him  away,  too.  The  taffeta  moved 
against  the  rail  of  the  bed  and  in  the 
dark  he  reached  out  and  clung  to  a 
smooth  cool  fold  of  it.  He  fell  asleep 
while  she  was  leaning  over  him.  When 
she  turned  to  go,  she  felt  the  clutching 
fist  holding  on  to  her  skirt.  C^ently  she 
unloosed  the  fingers,  putthehand  back 
between  the  bars  under  the  covers. 


One  afternoon  many  days  later,  Bim 
heard  the  door  of  his  nursery  open 
slowly.  A  radiant  creature  all  dressed 
in  filmy  white  stood  on  the  threshold. 
For  several  seconds  he  did  not  realize 
it  was  his  mother.  Not  until  she  called 
his  name  softly  did  he  drop  his  toys 
and  run  over  to  her.  She  knelt  to  put 
her  arms  about  him  and  she  was  cry- 
ing just  a  bit. 

Bim  cried  too,  because  she  felt  so 
strange  to  his  touch.  The  filmy  dress 
was  not  smooth  like  the  talking  taffetas 
she  had  v\orn  ever  since  he  could 
remember.  It  was  delicately  rough  like 
lace  and  it  made  not  a  whisper  of  a 
sound  as  she  crushed  him  to  it. 

Nothing  was  ever  quite  the  same 
again.  The  Frenchman  lived  with  them 
now  and  his  mother  was  a  new  person, 
laughing  and  talking  with  a  burning 
in  her  dark  eyes.  When  the  three  of 
them  walked  in  the  park,  Bim  was 
more  lonely  than  ever,  for  all  com- 
munication with  his  mother  had  been 
cut  off.  Her  skirts  ruffed  and  danced 
in  the  wind  and  sometimes  blew  in  a 
white  caress  against  his  bare  knees; 
but  they  had  nothing  to  say  to  him, 
nothing  of  all  this  vast  secret  which 
had  made  her  so  happy. 

A  shapeless  solitude,  impenetrable 
to  his  fellow  mortals,  surrounded  him 
with  the  quietude  of  unspeakable  grief. 
Kerneled  in  this  incommunicable 
sphere,  he  watched  the  forms  of  things 
gesture  their  living  way,  outside  of  it, 
mute  and  wide-eyed  as  a  water  creature 
gazing  through  the  aquarium  glass. 

He  was  still  grieving  when  they 
moved  to  Paris,  but  one  day  he  dis- 
covered the  gorgeous  playground  of 
the  Champs  Elysee.  Marionette  shows, 
merry-go-rounds,  gauffrette  kiosks 
under  chestnut  trees  .  .  .  after  a 
time  he  became  accustomed  to  the  idea 
of  belonging  to  the  dazzling  white  lady 
whose  slim  gloved  hand  held  his  so 
tightly.  But  he  could  never  adore  her, 
as  in  the  old  way  when  he  knew  all 
about  her. 

Something  had  happened  to  his  real 
mother,  the  quiet  sad-eyed  mother 
fused  somehow  with  memories  of  Lon- 
don and  black  silk  .  .  .  but  that 
was  long  ago,  now,  and  he  had  quite 
forgotten  why  it  was  he  wept  in  such 
panic  when  she  first  came  to  him  all 
secretive   in   a  cobwebby  lace  dress. 


A  GAIN    ...   a  shapeless  soli- 

A^tude,  impenetrable  to  his  fellow 
jL  V.mortals,  surrounded  him. 
Sensationsblunted  themselves  against 
the  glassy  walls  of  his  indifference 
.  .  .  all  save  one.  That,  somehow, 
had  got  through  to  him. 

Far  back  on  Commercial  Road  he 
both  heard  and  saw  her  go  by  him — a 
blowzy  old  woman  in  a  baggy  black 
taffeta  dress.  A  curious  almost  for- 
gotten sense  of  peace  seeped  into  him, 
turned  him  gently  as  a  tide  can  turn  a 
flotsam  and  carried  him  quietly  after 
her,  heedless  of  everything  except  the 
sound  of  her  moth-eaten  old  taffeta 
that  made  London  seem  all  at  once 
very  familiar  to  him. 

It  was  strange  that  London  should 
seem  familiar  to  him — an  English- 
man raised  in  Paris,  so  much  part  of 
it  that  he  had  fought  with  the  French 
and,  from  the  front,  sent  back  grief- 
stricken  word  to  have  his  English 
mother  buried  in  a  white  lace  dress  in 
Pere  La  Chaise  cemetery. 

Nothing  had  been  familiar  since  he 
had  been  gassed.  It  was  as  though  all 
his  memories  had  taken  on  the  vapor- 
ous quality  of  gas — drifting  plumes  of 
grey  ether,  blurred,  with  outlines  in- 
secure, subject  to  the  vagaries  of  winds 
which  sometimes  moulded  them  into 
remembered  shapes,  sometimes  into 
things  of  horror. 

Down  East  India  Dock  Road,  just 
beyond  a  small  green,  he  knew  with- 
out looking  she  had  turned.  The  sound 
of  silk  bending  to  a  corner,  a  thin 
sound  as  immaterial  as  that  of  wind 
changing  direction  ...  he  didn't 
even  wonder  how  he  knew.  He  turned 
into  Three  Colts  Street  and  saw  her 
plowing  ahead  into  the  fog  blowing  in 
from  Limehouse  Reach. 

Automatically  he  climbed  the  stairs 
of  the  house  he  saw  her  enter.  An  old 
harridan  in  rusty  taffeta.  A  witch  who 
had  conjured  up  a  desire  from  below 
the  threshold  of  his  consciousness,  a 
desire  as  secure  and  definitely  limned 
as  a  century  plant  w  ith  roots  sunk  in 
the  forgotten  past. 

«       i       i 

IN  a  stuffy  Victorian  parlor  the 
blowzy  woman  sat  beside  him  on  a 
stiff-ribbed  davenport  while  he  told 
her  what  he  wanted.  Her  flint-grey 
eyes  ran  in  quick  appraisal  over  him 
as  he  talked — the  pallid  gas-bleached 

(Continued  on  Page  38) 


MARY  GARDEN 

To  Miss  Garden,  San  Francisco  is  grateful.  As  Director  General  of  the  Chicago  Civic  Opera  Company  she  brought  to  this  city  the  first 
Season  of  modern  opera.  This  year  Mary  Garden  comes  with  the  Chicago  Company  to  Los  Angeles,  Fresno,  Oakland  and  Sacramento. 
"The  San  Franciscan"  suggests  that  Miss  Garden  asks  the  gentlemen  who  control  the  San  Francisco  Opera  Association  why  this  city 

was  omitted. 


The  San   Franciscan 

f  141 


They  Were  San  Franciscans 

A  Few  of  Our  Distinguished  in  the  Reahii  of  the  Fine  Arts 

By  HOMER  HENLEY 


Actresses  — Opera  Singers 

Hopper,  Edna  Wallace.  Born  San 
Francisco  1874.  Married  De  Wolf 
Hopper  1893  and  made  debut  in  Star 
Theatre,  New  York  shortly  after.  A 
veteran  player  in  many  roles  and  long 
a  member  of  the  Charles  Frohman 
Company.  Now  of  New  "^'ork 

O'Neil,  Nance.  Born  Gertrude 
Lamson. Oakland  1874.  First  stage  ap- 
pearance in  San  Francisco  in  18Q3  in 
.Sara/i. Weber  &  Fields  Theatre,  New 
"^'ork,  18Qb  in  The  Long  Strike. 
London  appearance  as  Leah  in  The 
Jeicess,  189Q.  Toured  United  States 
in  The  Passion  Flower  1920-2 1.  Now 
of  New  York. 

Fay,  Maud.  Native  San  Francis- 
can. Attended  local  schools  and  studied 
with  local  vocal  teachers.  Completed 
professional  education  in  Dresden 
and  Sa.xony .  Made  debut  with  Munich 
Royal  Opera  in  190b  as  Marguerite  in 
Faust.  Her  acceptance  by  European 
audiences  was  instantaneous  and  she 
was  immediately  engaged  for  five 
years  by  the  Munich  Royal  Opera 
Company.  At  the  termination  of  this 
contract  she  appeared  frequently  in 
London.  Now  with  the  Metropolitan 
Opera  in  New  York  and  a  resident  of 
that  city. 

Actors 

Blinn,  Holbrook.  Born  San  Fran- 
cisco 1872.  Educated  at  Stanford, 
where  he  took  part  in  student  pro- 
ductions. Has  had  long,  varied  and 
successful  stage  career.  At  one  time 
headed  own  company  in  New  York, 
producing  more  than  30  one-act  plays. 
Now  of  Nev\'  Y'ork. 

Beban,  George.  Born  this  city 
1873.  First  public  appearance  at  age 
of  eight  with  Reed  &  Emerson  Min- 
strels, this  city.  For  many  seasons  a 
Weber  &  Fields  star.  Now  identified 
with  the  moving  picture  industry  and 
notable  as  a  screen  character  actor. 

Brady,  William  A.  Born  San  Fran- 
cisco 1 872  and  educated  in  city's  pub- 
he  schools  First  appearance  1889  in 
Old  Wigwam  Theatre.  New  York  in 
1 890,  where  he  appeared  at  The  Casino 
and  with  the  \Veber  &  Fields  Com- 
pany. Starred  by  Belasco  in  The  Auc- 
tioneer, The  Music  Master  and  as  Shy- 
lock  in  The  Merchant  of  Venice. 
Present  home  New  York. 

Artists 
Janin,  Louise.  A  native  of  San 
Francisco  and  one  of  the  most  distin- 


guished painters  of  the  young  school. 
Her  interpretations  of  Oriental  sub- 
jects have  won  her  high  recognition 
in  both  Europe  and  America.  Miss 
Janin  went  to  Paris  in  1923  to  estab- 
lish her  studio  and  in  the  following 
year  the  French  government  did  her 
the  honor  of  purchasing  one  of  her 
canvases  for  the  Luxembourg.  Her 


Editors  Note:  Wandering  through  the  Hall  of  Fame, 
u'e  perceive  that  this  tnstttutton  would  po.^sess  hut  a 
fraction  of  its  present  notables,  ij  it  were  not  Jor  the  San 
Franciscans  Iti'ing  and  dead,  who  are  worthy  oj  a  place 
in  Its  archnvs.  A  full  list  oJ  the  men  and  women  who 
have  been  born  in  this  city.  who.  though  born  elsewhere 
have  been  markedly  influenced  by  its  lije  and  spirit, 
who  have  known  their  first  successes  here  and  later  be- 
come famous  takes  us  into  every  line  o/  human  endeavor . 
and  would  fill  a  volume  much  more  ponderous  than  this 
slender  publication.  Obviously  the  list  given  here  had 
to  be  limited  We  mention  but  one  or  two  of  the  most 
distinguished  personages  largely  in  the  realm  oj  the 
fine  arts,  who  are  now  living  and  working  away  jrom 
the  city  oJ their  inspiration  and  beginnings  In  so  doing 
we  belittle  not  the  achievements  o/  the  dead,  nor  cast 
aspersion  upon  the  fame  of  those  who  still  labor  and 
live  among  us  We  merely  honor,  as  space  permits,  the 
following  notables,  m  order  that  the  cities  and  countries 
they  now  grace  uith  their  presence  may  perchance  be 
properly  reminded  oJ  the  part  San  Francisco  plays  in 
Iheir  success  and  not  make  the  overt  error  oj  taking  all 
the  credit  unto  themselves. 


Study  of  Buddha  is  pronounced  by 
French  critics  to  be  the  finest  of  its 
kind  in  existence  and  is  the  cherished 
property  of  the  Paris  Theosophical 
Society. 

Pages,  Jules.  Native  San  Francis- 
can and  received  early  art  training  in 
this  city.  Was  sketch  artist  on  The 
Examiner  for  some  years.  Has  exhib- 
ited in  numerous  Paris  salons  and 
been  awarded  several  medals  at  home 
and  abroad.  Now  of  Paris  and  occa- 
sionally exhibits  in  San  Francisco. 

Peters,  Charles  Rollo.  Born  this 
city  18b2.  Ecole  des  Beaux  Arts  six 
years.  Famous  for  his  studies  of  the 
California  Missions.  Several  works  of 
this  sort  are  now  the  possessions  of 
notable  New  York  galleries.  Home 
and  studio  Monterey. 

Peixetto,  Ernest.  Born  San  Fran- 
cisco, 18b9.  Art  education  in  Paris, 
Has  held  many  noteworthy  public  and 
private  exhibitions  in  New  York  and 
Paris.  His  works  include  canvases, 
murals  and  book  illustrations  of 
exceptional  excellence.  A  member  of 
the  Bohemian  Club ;  a  resident  of  New 
"^'ork  and  Paris. 

Authors 
Burgess,  Gelette.  Born  Boston, 
Massachusetts  18bb,  Railway  con- 
struction engineer  in  California  1887- 
'90.  Instructor  in  Topographical 
drawing  U.  of  C.  1891-94.  Following 
resignation  from  U.  of  C.  forsook 


engineering  pursuits  for  literary  career 
in  which  he  has  been  uncommonly 
successful.  Was  editor  of  The  Lark 
from  1895-'97,  a  childrens'  literary 
magazine  published  in  San  Francisco 
and  early  forerunner  of  the  present 
Treasure  Chest.  The  man  who  made 
the  word  "Bromide  "■  famous  by  his 
humorously  satirical  little  book  Are 
You  a  Bromide?  appearing  in  190b. 
Now  of  New  York. 

Irwin.  Will.  Born  New  York  1873 
but  passed  childhood  and  youth  in 
San  Francisco.  A.  B.  degree  from  Stan- 
ford. Began  career  on  San  Francisco 
new  spapers  as  writerof  special  articles. 
The  author  of  numerous  short  stories, 
articles,  several  books  and  novels  and 
one  book  of  verse.  Member  of  Bohe- 
mian Club.  Residence  New  York. 

Irwin,  Wallace.  Brother  of  Will 
and  also  born  in  New  York.  Graduate 
of  Stanford.  Special  writer  on  The 
Examiner  1900;  editor  Overland 
Monthly  1902.  Important  staff  posi- 
tions on  several  Eastern  publications 
and  newspapers.  Author  numerous 
articles,  short  stories,  books  and  some 
verse. 

Cartoonists-  Illustrators 

Fisher,  "Bud"  H.  C.  Born  in  Illi- 
nois 1877.  Began  career  on  San  Fran- 
cisco newspapers  as  cartoonist  in  1905. 
Creator  of  Mutt  and  Jef^';  portrayer 
of  the  antics  of  these  redoubtable 
gentlemen  on  the  screen.  Illustrator 
of  numerous  books  for  children.  Now 
of  New  York. 

Fisher,  Harrison.  Born  in  New 
Y'ork.  1877.  Educated  in  San  Fran- 
cisco and  Paris.  His  original  Harrison 
Fisher  girl  instigated  the  craze  for 
glorifying  The  American  Girl,  the  first 
model  of  which  is  said  to  be  a  local 
society  woman  of  many  adventures, 
amours,  escapades  and  intrigues. 
Present  habitat  New  Y'ork. 

Dramatic  Producers 
Belasco,  David.  Born  this  city 
1859  and  one  of  our  most  illustrious 
members  of  the  Hall  of  Fame,  since 
he  is  ranked  as  the  dean  of  American 
dramatic  producers.  He  is  the  pro- 
motor  of  more  plays  than  could  pos- 
sibly be  mentioned  here.  Every 
American  actress  and  actor  of  con- 
temporary days  has  at  some  time  in 
his  or  her  career  passed  under  the 
hands  and  influence  of  Belasco  and 
legion  are  the  thespians  he  has  "dis- 

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Famous  Clubs  oj  San  Francisco  as  Visualized  by  One  Who  Has  Never  Been  in  Them 

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As  To  Books 


Biography  Moves  to  the  Syncopation  that  Pervades  all  Literature 

By  UFFINGTON  VALENTINE 


E\  EN  its  old  name  has  become  de- 
moded "Portraiture'  is  one  of 
the  popular  present  synonyms 
lor  it.  It  seems  better  to  express  what 
biographers  like  Emile  Ludwig,  Gue- 
della.  Maurois  and  other  admired 
members  of  the  "new  school  aim  to 
give  us  before  all  else,  the  veritable 
soul  of  a  subject,  arid  by  processes 
that  discount  much  of  that  external 
data  on  w  hich  the  w  hilom  biographer 
rested  his  case.  One  speaks  of  the 
school  as  new,  though  Ludwig.  in  a 
foreword  to  his  "Genius  and  Char- 
acter." asserts  that  his  methods  are 
only  a  recurrence  to  those  of  Plutarch, 
whomhe  considers  the  criterion  of  bio- 
graphers. Just  how  much  pretense 
mixes  with  all  this  attempted  soul- 
painting  is  a  question,  but  at  least  one 
must  grant  the  increased  brightness 
of  modern  biography.  It  is  generally 
easy  enough  reading,  easier,  indeed. 
than  many  a  to-day  novel,  and  the 
partition  between  these  "portrait- 
ures" and  fiction  is  thin.  In  a  Barring- 
ton  "novel"  a  sense  of  category  even 
grows  confused, 

«       «       t 

Arthur  D.  Howden  Smith's 
^"V  Commodore Vanderbilt," which 
is  subtitled  "An  Epic  of  American 
Achievement."  is  one  of  these  rather 
hybrid  productions ;  w  here  fictionizing 
is  plentifully  employed  to  hold  the 
interest  in  the  founder  of  the  Vander- 
bilt  millions.  "Corneel  V'ander  Bilt." 
as  it  appears  he  was  called,  was  the 
first  of  the  line  w  ith  a  soul  to  paint,  if 
one  may  rely  on  Mr.  Smith's  rankings 
into  Vanderbilt  origins,  represented 
by  him  as  "a  miserable  set  of  farmers, 
fishermen  and  laborers,  noses  close  to 
the  grindstone  and  clods  never  shaken 
off  their  boots — when  they  could  afford 
boots,  "  whose  reason  for  emigrating 
from  Holland  was  an  early  colonial 
mystery.  His  biographer  allows  the 
Commodore  a  "soul",  though  not  a 
particularly  large  one,  and  combats 
the  popular  conceptions  that  he  was 
stingy,  mean-spirited,  deceitful  de- 
pite  "technical  grounds"  for  that  be- 
lief. In  such  tales  of  his  accredited 
parsimony  as  his  protest  over  his 
physician's  prescription  of  a  pint  of 
champagne  a  day  for  his  dyspepsia — 
"Oh,  no,  doctor,  I  can't  afford  cham- 
pagne! Won't  sody-water  do?  " — he 
finds  "the  instinctive  reaction  of  a 
mind  bred  in  the  traditions  of  poverty 


and  self-denial.  Money,  to  "Corneel," 
he  contends  didn't  connote  luxury, 
"It  was  power,  a  means  to  an  end.  It 
mustn't  be  abused  or  w  asted.  "  It  is  the 
romance  of  early  American  finance ;  of 
a  man  who  began  life  as  a  poor  Staten 
Island  ferryman  and  ended  his  days 
in  the  purple  of  railroad  kingship; 
who,  as  described  by  his  biographer, 
was  picturesque,  magnetic,  less  open 


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«       \       \ 

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wielding  his  scepter  a  certain 
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England  penning  epistles  about  a 
court-life  with  which  one  of  his  des- 
cendents  was  destined  to  mingle, 
thanks  to  his  dollars.  The  "Letters  " 
are  edited  by  the  wTiter's  nephew,  the 
Dean  of  Windsor,  who  admits  that  he 
has  expunged  some  of  Lady  Augusta  s 
too  frank  criticisms  of  her  sovereign. 
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her  faults,  a  "loveable  side  ' ;  and  as 
her  lady-in-waiting,  Lady  Augusta 
was  in  the  way  to  judge.  The  main 
merit  of  the  book  is  its  intimate 
glimpses  of  the  Queen's  domestic 
circle  and  its  period  aquarelles. 
(Letters  of  Lady  Augusta  Stanley.  A 
Young  Lady  at  Court.  184Q— 18b3. 
New  York:  George  H.  Doran, 
V       *       t 

THE  Citroen  Expedition  across 
Central  Africa  is  graphically  re- 
corded in  "The  Black  Journey,  "  a 
collaboration  by  two  of  its  members, 
Georges  Marie  Haardt  and  Louis 
Audouin-Dubreuil.  The  trip,  taken  by 
motor,  was  from  Morocco  south  to 
the  Belgian  Congo  and  thence  east  to 
Lake  Victoria  and  Madagascar  and 
demonstrated  the  possibility  of  estab- 
lishing rapid  communications  between 
Algeria  and  'western  Africa ; of  making 
the  motor  car  a  means  of  world 
exploration.  Though  the  practical  pro- 
blems involved  in  the  journey  are  kept 
in  view,  the  authors  tell  a  fascinating 
tale  of  the  darkest  side  of  the  Dark 
Continent  from  a  purely  travel  point- 
of-view.  All  the  strangeness  of  Afri- 
can savagery  passes  in  review.  There 
are  descriptions  of  the  "Kolo  "  dance 
performed  by  Kanembou  women;  of 
the  ritual  deformations  among  the 
Sara-Djine  and  other  tribes,  char- 
acterized by  monstrous  "lip  plates  " ; 
of  the  sorcerers  of  the  Tchad  region 
and  the  weird  ceremonies  performed 
at  their  secret  societies:  of  the  pigmy 
people  known  as  Tick-Tick ;  one  reads 
of  hippopotamus  and  other  big  game 
kills;  of  gigantic  ant-hills;  colossal 
mangrove  trees  and  other  wonders  of 
equitorial  nature;  of  all  the  diverse 
sights  and  hazards  of  an  expedition 
that  extended  over  12,400  miles  of 
desert,  brushwood,  savanna,  marsh- 
land and  forest.  To  trained,  scientific 
observation  the  authors  add  the  art 
of  vivid  'writing.  The  Black  Journey. 
Across  Central  Africa  with  the  Cit- 
roen Expedition.  New  York:  Cosmo- 
politan Book  Corporation.  $4,00. 
*       *       * 

EVER  since  his  one  prime  dramatic 
success,  "The  Servant  in  the 
House  ",  Charles  Rann  Kennedy  has 
restricted  his  play-'^vriting  talents  to 
the  same  didactic  humors.  Except  for  a 
few  productions  like  "The  Madonna," 

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The   San   Franciscan 

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Assassination  of  James  King  of  William,  corner  of  Montgomery  and  ^"ashington  Streets,  San  Francisco 


W'"hen  one  first  hears  the 
name,  James  King  of  Wil- 
liam, his  curiosity  flames. 
Who  was  the  man:  what  was  he  king 
of;  what  didhedo!'  The  imaginatively 
inclined  quickly  scent  a  "story  ".  The 
man,  who  bore  such  a  name  could 
have  been  no  ordinary  person;  could 
have  lived  no  dull,  neutral  life.  The 
feeling  that  there  must  be  a  story 
behind  the  name  is  fully  borne  out, 
for  the  man  played  a  part  in  early 
San  Francisco  history  as  remarkable 
as  his  name. 

James  King  of  William  was  born  in 
Georgetown,  D.  C.  in  1822,  where  his 
boyhood  and  youth  were  spent  and 
where  he  received,  as  a  young  man,  a 
very  good  education.  The  acquisition 
of  his  name  is  significantly  expressive 
of  the  man's  character  and  career.  His 
father's  first  name  was  William  and 
within  his  immediate  family  circle 
there  was  a  second  James  King.  In 
order  to  definitely  establish  his  own 
identity,  young  King  designated  him- 
self as  the  son  of  William,  his  father — 
hence  the  formjames  Kingof  William. 
He  always  wrote  his  signature  in  this 
fashion  and  such  was  the  force  of  the 


Tin  Types 

James  King  of  William 

By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 


man,  that  the  public  never  alluded  to 
him  save  by  his  self  given  name. 

For  several  years  before  coming 
West,  he  was  associated  with  a  Wash- 
ington banking  house,  Corcoran  & 
Riggs,  but  upon  being  overtaken  with 
ill  health,  departed  in  1848  for  Chile 
and  Peru.  In  1849,  attracted  by  the 
gold  rush,  King  of  William  embarked 
for  California  and  upon  arrival  took 
up  his  residence  in  Sacramento.  In  this 
city  he  made  connections  with  a  mer- 
cantile firm,  Hensley,  Reading  & 
Company  and  within  a  year  was  a 
partner  in  the  concern.  About  1851  in 
partnership  with  Jacob  B.  Snyder,  he 
opened  a  bank  in  San  Francisco, 
known  as  the  house  of  James  King 
William  &  Company. 

This  bank  subsequently  merged 
with  Adams  &  Company,  banking  and 
express  concern  and  in  the  move  there 
lay  trouble.  The  years  1853,  '54  and 
'55  were  years  of  rapidly  gathering 
storm  clouds  in  San  Francisco's  com- 
mercial and  social  life.  The  first  high 
tide  of  the  gold  stream  was  slowly 
ebbing,  but  its  intoxication  and  reck- 
lessness still  gripped  the  public.  So 
steadilv  had  the  swollen  flood  of  the 


metal  poured  through  the  city,  that 
the  idea  that  it  might  some  time  lessen 
or  cease  was  unthmkable.  Few  indeed, 
were  the  business  men  or  houses  that 
had  not  fallen  victims  to  the  over 
expansion  fever  that  permeated  the 
air.  The  speculator,  that  gentleman  of 
the  fluid  imagination  and  persuasive 
tongue,  but  none  too  sound  j  udgement 
and  financial  responsibility,  waxed  fat 
and  in  great  numbers. 

In  1854  the  crash  came  and  in  this 
year  and  the  one  following,  scores  of 
San  Francisco  business  houses  failed 
and  practically  every  bank  in  the  city 
was  threatened  with  extinction  in  the 
general  panic.  Adams  &  Company  with 
whom  King  of  William  had  become 
identified  had  a  run  on  its  bank  and  a 
failure  that  were  among  the  most  not- 
able and  disastrous  in  American  bank- 
ing history.  Though  a  member  of  the 
failing  house.  King  of  William's  per- 
sonal honor  was  above  reproach. 
Directly  after  the  bank  closed  he  wrote 
a  series  of  newspaper  articles  and 
pamphlets  exposing  the  methods  and 
manipulations,  which  had  brought 
ruinous  loss  to  thousandsof  the  bank's 

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MISS  HARRIE  HILL 
Daughter  of  Mrs.  Harry  Hill  of  San  Francisco.  From  the  portrait  by  Rudomine  of  Paris 


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The  Reigning  Dynasty 


As  the  season,  which  has  been 
/-\  such  a  spontaneous  thing  of 
Ji  jLgayety,  draws  to  a  discreet 
close  with  the  approach  of  Lent  we 
turn  our  attention  to  the  final  fling  of 
frivolity — the  Klardi  Gras  hall  To  be 
sure  the  background  of  substantial 
civic  tone  is  not  indicative  of  the  soar- 
ing nature  of  the  ball  itself,  but  no 
doubt  our  disappointmentcanbedealt 
with  as  the  boxes  have  already  been 
spoken  for  with  surprising  rapidity. 
Among  the  list  of  holders  are  Mrs. 
Latham  McMuUin,  Mrs.  Henry  Kier- 
sted,  Mrs.  Peter  McBean,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Milton  Esberg,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Waldo  Coleman.  Miss  Persis  Cole- 
man, Mrs.  Talbert  Walker,  Mrs.  Harry 
Poett,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Bowles, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alan  Lowrey,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Augustus  Taylor,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George  Pope,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George 
Newhall,  Mr,  and  Mrs.  John  Drum, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Richard  McCreery,  Mr. 
James  Phelan,  Mrs.  Herbert  Fleish- 
hacker,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Andrew  Welch, 
Mrs.  Helene  Irwin  Crocker  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Julian  Thorne.  The  indis- 
pensable KoslofT  will  of  course  be  in 
direction  ofthe  tableaux  and  will  dance 
with  the  ever  lovely  premier  danseuse 
Vera  Fredora.  We  like  very  much  the 
thought  of  "wings"  uhich  will  guide 
the  night  to  its  destiny.  It  is  amazing 
what  an  aviator's  helmet  will  do  to 
solve  costume  problems  in  the  case  of 
a  demurring  man  and  such  be  feathered 
opportunities  for  the  damsels  with  an 
eye  for  dramatic  entrance.  February 
twenty-first  should  be  a  spectacle  of 
gorgeous  beauty  before  we  drop  our 
lashes  and  don  our  sackcloth  and  ashes 
and  yea,  verily  drop  into  sweet,  restful 
slumber    . 

\       \       \ 

THERE  has  been  much  happening  in 
honor  of  the  visiting  polo  teams. 
While  they  practiced,  house  parties 
thrived.  The  eastern  team  composed 
of  George  Gordon  Moore,  Thomas 
Hitchcock,  Jr.,  Averill  Harriman  and 
Captain  Roach  will  play  against  the 
San  Mateo  team.  Will  Tevis,  Arthur 
Perkins,  Jean  de  St.  Cyr  and  Cyril 
Tobin  at  two  exhibition  games  Feb- 
ruary 3  and  5  at  the  San  Mateo  club. 
On  the  evening  of  the  opening  match 
Jean  de  St.  Cyr  will  give  a  large  ball 
for  Thomas  Hitchcock,  Jr.  at  the  Polo 
club.  The  clubhouse  will  be  converted 
into  a  Parisian  cafe  and  the  guests 
will  appear  as  Apaches.  On  the  night  of 
the  5  th  he  will  honor  the  GeorgeGordon 
Moores  at  a  dinner  dance  which 
will  take  place  at  the  St.  Cyr  estate. 


MISS  Barbara  Sesnon  and  her 
fiance  Mr.  Frank  Cartan  were 
complimented  at  a  dinner  given  by 
Miss  Josephine  Grant  at  her  town 
house.  Among  the  guests  were  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Harry  Hush  Magee,  Miss 
Elizabeth  Magee,  Miss  Elizabeth 
Moore,  Miss  Adrianne  Sharpe,  Mr. 
Charles  Fay,  Jr.,  Mr.  David  Saunders, 
Mr.  Frank  Fuller  and  Mr.  Porter  Ses- 
non. Miss  Grant  has  been  attending 
the  polo  at  Del  Monte  where  she  was 
the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George 
Gordon  Moore. 

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WITH  all  chit  chat  ending  sooner 
or  later  with  the  approaching 
Mardi  Gras  ball  one  hears  much  dis- 
sension as  to  the  change  of  locale.  One 
wonders  vaguely,  if  perhaps  the  man- 
ager of  the  famous  hostelry  on  the  hill 
which  usually  harbors  the  enthusias- 
tic revelers,  found  that  last  year  the 
complete  upsetting  of  a  floor  whose 
inhabitants  were  striving  for  a  bit  of 
sleep  around  five  in  the  morning  and 
the  subsequent  huffy  departure  of 
several  important  guests  was  perhaps 
.  .  .  not  worth  while  after  all. 
t       r       « 

WORD  drifts  back  now  and  then 
from  Paris,  as  to  what  the 
California  colony  does  to  amuse  itself. 
Somehou'  one  usually  manages  to 
worry  along  in  Paris.  Recently  the 
now  internationally  known  Jay 
O'Briens  gave  a  smart  dinner  at  their 
home  in  the  rue  Francois  ler  at  which 
it  was  interesting  to  find  the  Reigning 
Dynasty  so  generously  represented, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edmonds  Lyman,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Joseph  Oliver  Tobin,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Nion  Tucker,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George  Cameron,  Miss  Kathleen 
Thieriot,  Mrs.  Cole  Porter,  Prince  and 
Princess  Aage  of  Denmark,  the  Baron 
and  Baroness  Eugene  de  Rothschild, 
Sir  Charles  and  Lady  Mendle,  Conte 
and  Contessa  Puccini,  Mrs.  Regi- 
nald Vanderbilt,  the  Princess  Hohen- 
lohe,  the  Marquesa  de  Fuenta  Her- 
mosa  and  Mr.  Rene  Lacoste. 

?  r  « 

THE  John  Somavias  (Edith  Von 
Rhien)  have  left  New  York  where 
they  have  been  tarrying  at  the  Plaza 
all  winter  and  are  now  at  the  Ritz  in 
Paris.  They  crossed  with  New  York 
friends  on  the  Leviathan  and  after 
staying  a  month  in  Paris  will  take  a 
villa  at  Cannes  for  the  season.  Mrs. 
Somavias  delicate  blonde  beauty  at- 
tracted much  attention  in  New  "York 
where  she  was  painted  by  two  eminent 
portrait  painters. 


THERE  has  been  much  commen*' 
over  the  recent  visit  of  His  Excel- 
lency the  Archduke  Leopold  of  Aus- 
tria, nephewof  the  late  Emperor  I- ranz 
Joseph.  He  turned  out  to  be  the  most 
disarmingly  informal  person  who  has 
spent  the  past  ten  months  "doing  " 
the  United  States  just  as  one  might 
expect  a  Yale  or  Princeton  youth  to 
do.  He  had  a  fling  at  Hollywood  and 
acted  in  several  pictures  himself.  His 
comments  on  the  San  Francisco  debu- 
tante were  far  too  flattering  for  print. 
«       \       \ 

MR.  and  Mrs.  Fred  McNear  de- 
parted for  the  south  with  a  group 
of  friends  in  a  private  car  where  they 
will  spend  much  time  at  Coronado. 
Another  group  to  go  dow  n  in  a  private 
car  were  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Filer, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Newhall,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Alexander  Hamilton,  Mrs. 
Rudolph  Spreckels  and  a  number  of 
the  debs,  Harriet  Brownell,  Eleanor 
Weir,  Alma  Walker,  Alice  Eastland 
and  Grace  Hamilton. 

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IN  spite  of  the  fact  that  Mr.  Paul 
Elder  did  not  provide  an  elevator 
to  his  charming  and  quaint  Gallery, 
the  Dowagers,  to  mention  nothing 
of  the  younger  matrons  and  the "debs ' 
faithfully  climbed  the  flights  to  the 
opening  of  the  Trevor  Haddon  Exhi- 
bition, where  many  nice  things  were 
overheard  with  regards  to  the  por- 
traits of  Miss  Jacqueline  Keeslingand 
Miss  Vail  Jones.  Although  a  new 
comer  to  San  Francisco,  Trevor  Had- 
don has  done  several  portraits  of 
members  of  the  Dynasty.  Many  of  the 
canvasses  now  on  exhibit  Mr.  Haddon 
painted  in  London.  At  a  special  exhib- 
ition he  painted  portraits  of  each 
member  of  the  famed  "Savage  Club.  " 
His  portraits  are  remarkable  for  their 
vitality  and  convincing  quality  of 
character. 

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The  wedding  of  Mr.  Paul  Bancroft, 
Jr.,  and  Miss  Rita  Manning  will 
take  place  the  middle  of  this  month  in 
New  ^'ork  City.  Miss  Manning  is  the 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Daniel 
Manning  of  New  York,  and  passed 
part  of  the  summer  in  California  with 
her  parents.  She  was  graduated  from 
the  Todhunter  school  in  New  York 
and  later  completed  herstudies  abroad. 
She  was  a  debutante  in  New  York 
society  last  winter. 

Bancroft  belongs  to  the  well  known 
Bancroft  family  of  California  and  is  a 
grandson  of  the  late  Hubert  Howe 

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Goal! 


The  Sport  of  Emperors  Moves  Westward 

By  JEAN  F.  HOBBS 


To  China  and  the  Chinese,  we 
of  San  Francisco  are  indebted 
for  many  things.  There  is  our 
own  Chinatown,  glowing  as  a  scarlet 
poppy  on  the  breast  of  a  haughty 
beauty,  the  decidcJK-  ultilitarian  in- 
stitution of  the  laundry,  and  the 
savory  mess  called  chop  suey,  but  the 
greatest  thing  the  Celestial  Kingdom 
has  done  for  the  smart  modern  hap- 
pened more  than  two  thousand  years 
ago.  and  has  to  do  with  the  preserva- 
tion of  the  game  on  w  hich  our  present 
day  polo  is  founded. 

During  the  T'ang  dynasty,  which 
reigned  in  the  bth  and  7th  centuries 
A.  D..  the  emperor  Hsi  Tsung  decreed 
that  the  court  dignitaries  should  play 
polo  as  a  part  of  their  official  duties, 
thus  assuring  himself  plenty  of  com- 
pany in  his  favorite  sport,  and  at  the 
same  time  giving  the  game  an  added 
prestige  by  thus  stamping  it  with  royal 
favor.  Now  we  have  had  Tennis  Cabi- 
nets in  our  day  and  generation,  and 
we  ha\'e  even  been  threatened  with 
Golf  Cabinets,  but  the  possibilities  of 
a  Polo  Cabinet  is  a  highly  diverting 
improbability  to  ponder.  Imagine — 
the  Secretary  of  State  madly  riding 
off  the  Postmaster  General,  while  the 
Secretary  of  the  Treasury,  with  a 
terrific  backhand  swat,  lifts  the  ball 
out  of  danger  so  quickly  that  the  Sec- 
retary of  Wars'  pony,  swerving  too 
sharply  after  it,  throws  that  dignitary 
to  the  ground  with  a  dull  thud.  Or  to 
come  nearer  home.  Fancy  the  far 
reaching  possibilities  of  settling  local 
political  questions  on  the  polo  field. 
Though  it  might  necessitate  such  a 
regrettable  thing  as  his  Worship  the 
Mayor  nursing  a  cauliflower  ear  while 
dispensing  pearls  of  oratorical  wisdom 
to  the  multitudes,  from  his  retreat  be- 
neath the  dome — "35  feet  higher  than 
the  dome  that  graces  the  capital  build- 
ing at  \\  ashington,  ladies  and  gentle- 
men"— ne\'ertheless,  such  a  program 
would  have  its  advantages. 

Pursuing  further  the  political 
aspects  of  the  galloping  game,  history 
records  that  again  in  China  "a  general 
was  compensated  for  the  loss  of  an  eye 
in  a  spirited  chukker  by  being  pro- 
moted to  President  of  the  Board  of 
Works."  The  emperor's  responsibility 
for  this  highly  commendable  act  is 
later  recorded  as  having  caused  the 


death  by  hanging  of  an  over-zealous 
member  of  the  court  who  objected  to 
his  polo  playing.  The  possibilities  of 
these  precedents  become  highly  im- 
portant when  we  realize  what  might 
happen  if  Big  Bill  Thompson  of  Chi- 
cago took  to  polo. 


UNTIL  1914  it  was  generally  con- 
ceeded  that  the  supremacy  of 
polo  in  the  United  States  rested  un- 
disputably  in  the  East.  Then  Eric 
Pedley,  Arthur  Perkins,  Ted  Miller 
and  Carleton  Burke  went  from  Mid- 
wick  to  Rumson,  N.  J.,  for  the  Junior 
Championship  with  a  string  of  thirty 
California  ponies.  The  invasion  is 
memorable  for  two  reasons.  First  they 
carried  the  Junior  event,  then  in  true 
western  style  decided  to  "rush  their 
luck"  and  enter  the  Open  Champion- 
ship at  Meadowbrook,  where  they 
emerged  victorious  for  the  second 
time.  Only  once  before  had  any  team 
acquired  both  titles  in  the  same  year, 
perhaps  for  the  reason  that  the  Junior 
Chamiponship  is  limited  to  20  goal 
teams  and  suchoutfitswouldordinarily 
have  little  chance  in  open  events 
against  much  higher  rated  players. 
Team  work  and  condition  are  gen- 
erally credited  as  having  "wrought  the 
miracle  "  in  this  instance,  clearly  dem- 
onstrating thata  well  trainedorganiza- 
tion,  playing  together  as  a  unit,  is  far 
superior  to  individual  play,  however 
brilliant.  Polo  in  California  gained 
notably  with  this  victory,  and  players 
began  to  develop.  Some  remarkable 
mallet  wielders,  notably  Eric  Pedley, 
rated  with  the  ten  best  players  of 
America,  can  safely  be  claimed  by 
this  state. 

It  takes  two  to  make  a  polo  player. 
Careful  study  will  show  that  with  the 
acqusition  of  better  ponies  many 
players  rate  higher  handicaps  w  ithout 
any  noticeable  impro\ement  in  their 
form.  And  that  brings  us  to  the  heat- 
edly argued  question:  can  California 
players  be  adequately  mounted  with 
California  ponies?  Thirty  years  ago 
when  the  running  horse  wSs  at  the 
height  of  his  popularity,  the  best 
blooded  stallions  that  Europe  or  the 
United  States  produced  were  placed 
on  stock  ranches  in  California.  The 
colors  of  man  v  of  the  big  ranch  owners 


of  the  state  were  seen  on  famous  tracks 
all  over  the  country  giving  a  credit- 
able account  of  themselves.  As  the 
race  tracks  were  closed,  the  progeny 
of  these  blue  blooded  thoroughbreds 
necessarily  confined  their  activities  to 
home  tracks.  When  these  too ,  became 
history,  the  runner  seemed  doomed. 
Stallions  and  mares  whose  progeny 
had  flashed  under  the  wire  on  a  hun- 
dred tracks  a  winner,  were  sold  at 
auction  at  ridiculous  prices  and  scat- 
tered throughout  the  state.  At  this 
point  the  polo  pony  stepped  in.  The 
thoroughbred,  if  he  had  been  raced  was 
found  of  little  use  in  polo,  but  when  a 
youngster  was  found  that  had  never 
faced  a  flag  his  natural  speed  and 
gameness  proved  to  be  just  what  was 
needed  for  the  fast  game.  So  a  new 
vista  was  opened  to  the  thoroughbred. 
One  of  the  best  known  sires  of  the 
race  horse  class  was  Judge  McKinstry. 
Innumerable  ponies,  such  as  Topo, 
Hay  Seed,  Juanita,  Dolly  Varden  and 
High  Life  have  proven  beyond  a  doubt 
that  players  need  not  go  far  from 
home  for  mounts. 

Just  now  there  is  a  remarkable  work 
being  done  by  the  Army  Remount 
Association.  Between  12  and  15  tho- 
roughbred stallions  have  been  placed 
on  various  ranches  throughout  the 
state  and  are  producing  hunters,  army 
remounts,  and  polo  ponies  from  whom 
there  is  sure  to  be  a  high  average  of 
embryo  record  makers. 

i      It      ^ 

IT  is  said  with  decreasing  accuracy, 
happily,  that  polo  is  a  rich  man's 
game.  The  western  clubs  are  encour- 
aging play  among  the  youngsters, 
many  of  them  are  arranging  cut-in 
games  for  the  benefit  of  the  beginners 
which  enable  them  to  go  through 
several  periods  with  seasoned  players 
from  whom  they  quickly  pick  up  the 
finer  points.  The  Army  is  doing  much 
to  encourage  polo,  chiefly  because  of 
its  value  as  an  exercise.  Colleges,  too, 
are  recognizing  the  value  of  the  gal- 
loping game.  And  one  of  the  most 
recent  interesting  developments  is  the 
pronounced  activity  of  women,  parti- 
cularly at  Santa  Barbara  and  Burlin- 
game.  Who  can  foretell  what  crowds 
polo  may  draw  when  its  qualities  as  a 
game  become  generally  recognized. 


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The  Ideal  City 

We  Advocate  an  Art  Commission  for  San  Francisco 


Editors  Note;  The  editorial  policy  of  The  San  Fran- 
ciscan has  hcen  to  refrain  from  publishing  articles  of  a 
political  or  economic  nature.  BclicvinB  the  need  of  a 
special  body  to  direct  and  control  the  artistic  growth  of 
San  Francisco,  wc  depart  from  procedure  and  advocate 
the  plan  outlined  in  the  following  article. 

BEALTY  specialists  aidvise,  "When 
in  the  twenties  prepare  for  the 
thirticsand,  when  inthethirties, 
prepare  for  the  forties  if  you  w  ant  to 
be  beautiful."  They  know  full  well 
that  wrinkles  may  be  prevented  but 
not  easily  eradicated. 

Recognition  of  this  principle  as 
applied  to  cities,  is  at  the  root  of  the 
present  mo\ement  for  the  establish- 
ment of  an  art  commission  to  perpet- 
uate the  beauty  of  San  Francisco. 

Nature  has  undoubtedly  endowed 
San  Francisco  with  a  lavish  hand.  And 
man  has  built  on  nature's  gift  with 
intuitive  haphazardry  until  the  in- 
tangible thing  that  is  San  Francisco's 
fascination  has  established  itself.  But 
San  Francisco  is  young.  She  has  yet 
the  eager  eyes  of  youth,  the  fresh, 
seeking  lipsof  tremulous  development. 
The  few  uglinesses  that  have  crept  in 
are  forgiven  her.  But  as  years  go  on, 
bringing  benign  maturity,  her  loveli- 
ness must  stand  scrutiny  for  perfec- 
tion in  detail.  It  is  then  that  the 
ornaments  donned  recklessly  in  the 
exuberance  of  youth  will  be  examined 
for  true  worth.  It  is  then  that  her 
public  buildings,  her  statuary,  her 
public  decorations  will  be  questioned. 
But  then  it  will  be  too  late  to  elimin- 
ate and  rearrange  ill-advised  acquisi- 
tions. Only  now,  while  things  are  still 
in  the  flux  of  growth,  can  the  right 
forces  mold  and  shape  her  artistic 
expressions  satisfactorily. 

Most  of  the  larger  cities  of  the 
United  States  have  delegated  matters 
of  public  taste  to  an  art  commission 
which  passes  upon  all  public  buildings 
and  artistic  acquisitions.  Such  a  com- 
mission is  composed  of  an  unsalaried 
group  of  artists  and  laymen  of  dis- 
crimination whose  duty  it  is  to  pass 
upon  the  designs  for  all  structures 
erected  on  or  over  city  property — such 
as  buildings,  bridges,  facadesandstreet 
lighting  fixtures — and  to  decide  up- 
on the  acceptability  and  advisable 
placement  of  all  monuments,  statues, 
mural  paintings  and  public  decora- 
tions or  works  of  art. 

AX  Francisco  has  no  such  com- 
mission at  present.   Some  of  the 
duties  of  such  a  body  are  incorporated 


By  ALINE  KISLER 

w  ith  the  many  offices  and  obligations 
ot  the  park  commission.  The  park 
commission  acts  directly  on  all  works 
of  art  given  to  or  acquired  by  the  parks 
and,  when  requested  by  the  mayor, 
the  board  of  supervisors,  the  board  of 
public  works  or  the  board  of  educa- 
tion, it  may  serve  in  the  more  general 
functions  of  an  art  commission. 


SIGHT 
By  Beth  Wendel 

She  sees  a  diamond  ring 
I  see  the  sparkling  dew, 

She  craves  the  sapphire  thing, 
I  look  for  starlight  blue. 

He  fondles  golden  hair, 
I  ivalk  in  golden  corn, 

He  laughs  amid  the  glare, 
I  revel  in  the  morn. 

They  see  the  peacock  proud. 

I  see  the  little  wren, 
They  count  their  gold  aloud, 

.And  1  have  but  my  pen. 


Such  provisions  were  adequate  when 
the  city  was  small  and  when  her  parks 
entailed  less  strenuous  supervision. 
But  now-  the  park  commission  is 
burdened  with  the  details  of  operat- 
ing and  maintaining  the  many  parks 
and  squares  throughout  the  city  be- 
sides the  magnificent  Golden  Gate 
Park  known  the  world  over.  It  is  not 
feasible  to  exact  of  it  the  extended 
duties  that  could  be  required  under 
the  existing  charter  provision.  Espe- 
cially is  this  true  in  the  face  of  the 
projected  park  program  which  in- 
cludes the  recently  begun  John  Mc- 
Laren Park  with  its  five  hundred  and 
fifty  acres  and  the  Larson  Park  in  the 
Sunset  District. 

Surely  the  artistic  needs  of  San 
Francisco  are  important  enough  to 
have  a  commission  composed  of 
specially  qualified  members  devoted 
solely  to  art  interests. 

The  establishment  of  an  art  com- 
mission in  San  Francisco  does  not 
invoh-e.  to  any  great  extent,  the  exten- 
sion of  governmental  power  in  private 
affairs  It  is  chiefly  the  transferring  to 
a  new  commission,  powers  and  juris- 
diction already  granted  in  the  charter 
to  the  existing  park  commission.  Even 
the  proposed  organization  is  not  an 
entirely  new  venture  as  the  park  com- 


mission from  time  to  time  hasappointed 
an  unofficial  advisory  committee  com- 
posed of  architects,  sculptors  and 
painters  to  assist  the  commission  in 
its  decisions  on  works  of  art. 


To  understand  the  responsibilities 
resting  on  a  commission  such  as 
the  one  proposed  for  San  Francisco, 
one  has  but  to  read  the  annual  reports 
of  the  commissions  in  New  York, 
Philadelphia,  Pittsburgh,  Milwaukee, 
Los  Angeles  or  any  other  of  the  six- 
teen or  more  leadingcitieshavingdirect 
art  supervision.  There  one  finds  that 
careful  consideration  is  given  all  the 
ci\ic  structures  and  works  of  art. 

In  Los  Angeles  alone,  for  the  first 
nine  months  of  1927,  the  art  com- 
mission considered  seven  hundred  and 
ninety-five  projects.  The  plans  sub- 
mitted brought  an  approval  of 
expenditures  amounting  to  $10,415,- 
982  and  disapproval  of  applications 
involving  $853,810 — a  total  control 
of$ll. 179,630. 

If  the  same  situation  were  trans- 
ferred here,  under  San  Francisco's 
existing  provisions,  but  a  small  per 
cent  of  the  matters  brought  before 
the  Los  Angeles  commission  would  be 
under  the  direct  jurisdiction  of  the 
park  commission.  Responsibility  for 
the  major  matters  could  be  assumed 
by  our  commission  only  on  the  request 
of  the  ma\or  or  one  of  the  controling 
boards. 

Surely  San  Francisco  is  coming  to 
the  place  where  artistic  responsibility 
can  no  longer  be  a  side  issue.  It  must 
protect  and  perpetuate  its  natural 
advantages  by  wisely  supervised 
artistic  development. 

George  Douglas,  in  an  address 
on  "The  Ideal  City"  stressed  the 
need  of  such  a  body. 

He  said:  "What  is  hung  on  the  walls 
of  private  homes  concerns  the  indi- 
vidual alone  but  surely  whatever  is 
placed  on  public  \iew  must  become  a  J 
community  responsibility.  And  how  1 
can  such  a  responsibility  be  taken  if 
a  city  have  no  specially  selected  group 
to  assume  it!" 

"With  San  Francisco  it  certainly  is 
not  a  matter  of  making  her  beautiful — 
nature  has  attended  to  that.  For  her    J 
it  must  be  an  assurance  that  ugliness    f 
will  not  creep  in." 


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("ameron  Prud'Homme 

<  hw  of  San  Francisco's 
ohlcst  young  actors. 
u  hose  distinguished 
work  uith  ihe  Players 
Cittld  hax  heen  an 
outstanding  achievement 


Portrait  by 

J  ueptner-Stuarts 


A  Reviewer  at  Large 

Some  Notes  and  Comment  on  Music  and  Drama 

By  JACK  CAMPBELL 


EVERYONE  seemed  to  enjoy  the 
local  end  of  the  symphony  inter- 
change- At  times  civic  pride 
threatened  to  crush  musical  apprecia- 
tion, but  by  the  conclusion  of  each 
opus,  sheer  enthusiasm  triumphed 

Our  musicians  marshalled  by  the 
redoubtable  Dr.  Hertz  invaded  the 
southland  with  matchless  success, 
evoking  loud  "bravos"  and  "holas" 
from  the  taciturn  Philharmonic.  This 
was  to  be  expected  for  our  conductor 
has  long  been  an  idol  of  the  Angele- 
nos  because  of  his  deep  love  for  the 
Hollywood  Bowl. 

At  the  Curran  Theatre,  however, 
an  entirely  different  situation  pre- 
vailed. Georg  Schneevoigt,  preceeded 
by  a  phlegmatic  publicity  campaign, 
faced  a  cold,  critical  nucleus  of  the 
northern  musical  world.  Receptive  to 
the  extreme,  it  nevertheless  issued  a 
challenging  attitude  which  was  not 
conquered  until  late  in  the  program. 

At  the  second  rendition  of  the  con- 
cert, Schneevoigt  reversed  the  order 
of  his  numbers  and  opened  with  the 
Brahms.  Three  days  had  taught  him 
much.  Had  this  rearranged  program 
been  effected  the  opening  day,  he 
would  have  had  less  difficulty  winning 
his  audience. 


Instead,  he  offered  San  Francisco 
the  Prelude  to  the  M eistersinger  as 
the  initial  illustration  of  the  brilliance 
of  the  southern  orchestra 

Such  an  assault  on  the  noble  Hertz 
citadel  might  almost  be  termed  sacri- 
lege. More  so,  considering  the 
di  fference  of  the  approach  to  the  works 
of  the  great  Bayreuther. 

The  opening  bars  had  an  electric 
effect  on  the  audience.  Like  a  flash — 
heads  commenced  to  nod,  eyes  spark- 
led. Here  and  there  were  found  rank 
dissenters. 

The  division  resembled  the  Reich- 
stag. On  this  side  could  be  located  the 
conservatives.  Across  the  way  a  few- 
reactionaries  might  be  uncovered 
Scores  were  unwrapped;  facts  of 
importance  were  noted  as  meat  for 
weight  y  discussion  at  the  intermission 

After  the  Resphigi,  had  Schneevoigt 
continued  his  course  as  a  splendid 
conductor,  triumph  would  have  been 
his.  A  momentary  acquiescence  to  the 
domestic,  however,  threw  his  audi- 
ence back  into  that  morass  of  doubt. 
Then,  only  the  Brahms  First  played 
as  magnificently  as  it  was  by  the  Phil- 
harmonic could  account  for  the  out- 
burst of  cheers  at  the  conclusion  of 
the  afternoon. 


Given  but  lethargic  assistance  by 
the  management  of  the  Philharmonic, 
it  is  small  wonder  that  the  popular 
concert  was  so  poorly  attended.  It 
demonstrated  more  fully  the  brilliance 
of  the  southern  aggregation  but  pro\ed 
that  a  belligerent  rather  than  a  subtle 
Wagner  was  necessary  in  the  larger 
Civic  Auditorium. 

»       «       ? 

AN  important  month  on  the  con- 
^cert  stage  and  in  the  recital  halls 
palled  somewhat  in  the  lustre  of  this 
interchange.  Our  own  ^'ehudi  Menu- 
hin  wrecked  the  matinees,  emptied 
the  boulevards  and  almost  capsized 
the  spacious  Auditorium  on  the  after- 
noon of  January  22d.  After  rendering 
the  Devil's  Trill  and  the  Chaconne, 
this  interest  was  manifestly  repaid. 
Eva  Gauthier  once  more  showed 
her  leadership  of  the  concert  stage. 
Firm,  fearless,  and  bizarre,  she  easily 
won  an  ultra  appreciative  group. 
Carryingabanner  bearing  "Depuis  Le 
Jour,"  Mary  Lewis  likewise  evoked 
much  praise. 

«       *       « 

BECAUSE  the  Chicago  Opera  Com- 
pany failed  to  include  nine  Pucci- 
nis  and  six  V'erdis  in  the  repertoire, 

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The   San    Franciscan 

I  24  I 


As  I  ciro\e  out  Windsor  Boule- 
aA  \ard  chat  charming,  wine- 
JL  V.l1i-ished  twilight,  I  could  not 
but  reflect  upon  the  nature  of  the 
woman  whom  1  was  to  see  at  the  end 
of  my  journey.  It  was  an  unusual 
journey,  to  say  the  least.  A  lady  had 
called  that  morning  at  the  office  and 
had.  in  a  rather  gushing  and  florid 
voice,  enquired  for  me.  She  had  then. 
with  a  great  flow  of  words,  told  me 

that  she  knew  Mr.  X .  a  com- 

parati\ely   well   known   no\elist   and 
play  w  right  residing  at  the  time  in  Paris, 
and  with  whom  I  had  had  consider- 
able correspondence  of  a  literary  sort 
Mr  X  had  requested  that  she  call  me. 

Something  about  her  manner  sug- 
gested, in  that  very  intangible  and 
mysterious  way  that  voices  sometimes, 
do,  the  charlatan.  It  was  not  entirely 
the  bold  assert iveness  of  her  voice 
but  the  insistence  of  it  when  suggest- 
ing that  I  call.  I  might  say  the  voice 
was  desperate,  frantic.  I  acquiesced 
in  her  wish,  not  out  of  any  very  high 
regard  for  Mr.  X,  but  because  1  was 
intrigued  by  her  voice.  I  had  been 
called  before  by  strange  women  on 
literary  missions  and  never,  no,  not 
once,  had  I  been  disappointed,  for 
though  we  were  never  literary  it  can- 
not be  said  that  our  hours  were  mis- 
spent. For  literature,  with  women,  I 
had  come  to  realize,  was  a  means,  not 
an  end 

And  then  her  home  .  .It  was 

a  small  house  in  a  fine  residence  sec- 
tion, set  far  back  from  the  street, 
covered  with  vines,  shaded  and 
secluded.  The  little  glow  of  amour 
which  the  recollection  of  prior  literary 
affairs  had  kindled  now  lept  into  a 
flame  of  reality  The  ideal  setting  for 
a  romance,  engendered,  say,  by  a 
mutual  admiration  for  Mr.  Cabell's 
work  Mr.  Cabell  had  always  been  so 
valuable  in  such  matters  in  the  past, 
and  though  I  was  personally  bored  by 
his  endless  vanity,  a  feigned  admira- 
tion for  his  works  had  brought  me  great 
joy  on  numerous  occasions  and  1  con- 
sidered him,  therefore,  not  entirely 
negligible. 

?       »       ». 

A  SOFT  light  from  a  rose-colored 
lamp  was  making  magic  on  the 
carpet  and  furnishings  within,  and  I 
pausedatthedoortoallow  my  thoughts 
a  moment  of  joy  ful  anticipatory  specu- 
lation before  announcing  my  presence. 


"Goliath'' 

Or  What  Price  Power 

By  CAREY  N4cWlLLlAMS 

A  blonde'?  Vivacious,  thirty,  w  idowed 
.  Yes,  perhaps,  but  without 
children,  for  they  always  cast  an 
exceeding  pall  upon  my  emotions  and 
the  duty  of  admiring  them  was  an 
exercise  in  distaste  as  far  as  1  was  con- 
cerned. But  better  a  sad-eyed  matron 
of  the  near — forties,  with  a  passion 
for  heavy  wines,  and  deep  emotions. 
In  my  imagination  I  could  see  such  a 
creature,  one  of  Jurgen's  loves, 
approaching  me  through  the  rose- 
magic  light,  swathed  in  diaphanous 
robesof  an  unambiguous  design,  I  was 
so  elated  by  my  dreams  that  I  hesi- 
tated to  ring  the  bell;  I  was  loathe  to 
summon  my  love,  and  was  on  the  verge 
of turningaway,  when  that  voice  of  the 
morning  sang  out  from  above  "Oh, 
there  you  are!  "  It  sounded,  this  time, 
inadequately  girlish. 

The  next  moment  the  door  swung 
open,  and  a  pair  of  diluted  blue  eyes 
ogled  in  the  dusk,  and  an  old  bony 
claw  of  a  hand  reached  out  to  greet  me. 
Love  left  me  abruptly  and  I  trembled 
v,ith  ague.  The  damned  old  hag!  I  was 
on  the  verge  of  saying  that  it  was  all  a 
mistake  and  retreating  from  this  for- 
bidding grandmother,  when  she 
smirked  again  and  drew  me  into  the 
interior  with  a  certain  and  decisive 
gesture.  Her  hair  was  once  grey  and 
now.  by  virtue  of  drug  store  magic, 
was  an  uninviting  yellow  that  covered 
a  skull,  not  a  head.  She  limped,  more- 
over, and  were  she  a  virgin  of  unearthly 
beauty  she  could  not  survive  a  limp. 
A  limping  lady!  Impossible;  unthink- 
able! It  suggested  surgical  appliances, 
wooden  legs,  bolts,  screws,  steel  con- 
traptions, mechanical  engineering,  oil- 
ing,  and  what  not.  She  was  in  a 
dressing  gown  and  the  suggestion  of 
old  breasts  was  visible. 
\       \       \ 

WITH  masterly  tact  I  succeeded  in 
avoiding  the  intimacy  of  a  tete- 
a-tete  divan,  maneuvered  far  from  a 
small  settee,  and  managed  to  get  us 
both  established  in  chairs  comfortably 
remote.  Jurgen,  lucky  fellow,  in  his 
most  unsuccessful  romance  had  only 
encountered  goats,  but  I  had  been  be- 
trayed by  the  splendor  of  those  former 
amours  into  the  hands  of  an  ageless 
hag.  Damn  that  fellow  X '  To  hell  with 
his  play.  But  my  lady  of  the  rose-light 
was  talking.  Oh,  she  loved  art,  and 
young  artists.  In  fact  she  was  an  artist 
herself,  yes,  indeed,  an  artist,  'Would 


you  believe  it,shepainted!One  would 
not,  but  then  one  could  hardly  say  so. 
She  had  found,  so  she  said,  a  big 
powerful  man  to  play  the  role  of  Timo- 
thy in  Mr.  X's  play.  All  her  life  she 
had  admired  that  character  of  Timo- 
thy: big,  powerful,  the  incarnation  of 
the  masculine,  the  apothesisof  the 
manly.  Ah,  big,  brutal  Timothy!  And 
now  she  had  found  the  man  to  play 
the  part,  a  God  of  a  man,  atrociously 
masculine,  tawny,  leonine.  Her  old 
eyes  actually  glittered  so  excited  did 
she  become;  the  dressing  gown  slipt 
from  one  shoulder;  her  breathing  be- 
came comparable  to  that  of  La  Cjloria 
Swanson  in  the  last  act  of  "Mad  Love'  ; 
and  she  radiated  towards  me  an  aroma 
of  vibratory  enthusiasm. 

Would  I  like  to  see  her  paintings^ 
Thinking  that  the  paintings  would  be 
safer  than  this  talk  about  masculine 
actors,  I  acquiesced.  We  proceeded, 
she  limping,  I  staggering,  into  an 
improvised  studio.  She  brushed  closely 
past  me  to  turn  on  a  switch,  and  an 
aroma  of  very  flapperish  perfume 
flouted  my  nostrils.  I  was  thankful 
indeed  that  the  electrical  system  was 
in  good  order  and  that  the  flood  of 
illumination  came  so  quickly  to  my 
rescue.  It  revealed  a  half  dozen  paint- 
ings strewn  about  the  room.  Two  huge 
ones  were  most  prominent. One  wasof 
a  tawny,  ruddy  colored  Mexican  labor- 
er. A  man  of  gigantic  proportions,  and 
the  old  lady  had  managed  to  get  con- 
siderable verisimilitude  into  her  can- 
vas. Yes,  indeed.  I  replied  to  her 
entreaty  for  praise,  it  was  charming. 
That  lucky,  useable,  ubiquitous  word 
"Charming"!  The  other  canvas  was 
of  a  Roman  Gladiator,  A  monstrous 
man,  aGoliath,  atowerof  beef,  asuper- 
fullback,  "I  call  this  picture  Power." 
she  sighed,  "isn't  it  superb?  The  man 
who  posed  for  it  was  an  extra  in  Ben 
Hur  and  it  took  us  a  month  to  com- 
plete it,"  I  could  very  readily  under- 
stand this,  and  my  admiration  for  the 
fortitude  of  this  figure,  "Power."  in- 
creased. A  month — thirty  days — 
\       \       \ 

LIKE  unto  Napoleon  retreating  from 
J  Moscow,  did  I  back  step  by  step 
towards  the  hallway  and  towards  the 
door  which  meant  escape,  freedom  and 
release  for  me.  She  was,  shall  I  say,  in 
hot  pursuit.  The  phrase,  despite  the 
unfortunate   double   entente,    is   not 

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Gulls  at  Ferry  Tower  San  Francisco 


Courtesy  oj  Ciiy'p/  Pans 


The  San   Franciscan 

I  2b  J 


W.  J.  Z.  New  York 

Broadcasting  the  Talk  of  the  Town 


By  JOSEPH  HENDERSON 


Among  the  New    '^^  c  a  r 
AA    gifts  which  New  ^'ork 
jL      iLsecms  to  have  merited 
is  a  quantity  of  mild,  almost 
California  weather,  about  ten 
theatre  openings  a  w  eek  and  a 
lot  of  resounding  steel  skeletons 
w  hich  promise  interesting  new 
architectural  angles    Of  these 
latter  the  growing  New   York 
Central   Building  is  the  most 
revolutionary    just   what   the 
completed   product   will   he   is 
still  uncertain  but  so  far  it  is 
the  most  exciting  place  in  tow  n 
A   great   steel-ribbed   monster 
has  flung  itself  down  on  two        neiDancers 
large  blocks  and  the  width  of 
Park  Ave.  between  Forty-fifth 
and   Forty-sixth  streets.    The 
ground  floor  will  easily  carry 
two  roaring  streams  of  traffic 
and  several  hundred  shops.  But 
that  is  only  one  and  there  are 
to  be  about   forty-five  more 
Hereafter  one  will  have  to  hire 
a  Cook's  guide  or  take  up  Ge- 
ology to  find  the  Grand  Central 
Station  or  the  '^'ale  Club.  The 
next  important  changes  in  the 
skyline,  to  put  it  mildly,  are  to 
be  found  on  Fifth  Ave.  culmin- 
ating  at  Central  Park.  San 
Franciscans  returning  to  New 
York  after  a  year  or  two  of 
absence  will  find  buildings  of 
astounding  new  altitudes  and 
proportions  in  much  the  same 
way  as  Medieval  crusaders  re- 
turning to  France  found  that 
undreamed  of  Gothic  towers 
were  replacing  the  flat  Roman- 
esque churches   they   left   be- 
hind. The  conservative  brown-stone 
or  Renaissance  elegance  of  upper  Fifth 
Ave.   has  been  permanently   blasted 
by  a  number  of  great  monolithic  pro- 
tuberances  bolstered   up   with   all 
manner  of  boxed-up  terraces   from 
twenty  to  fifty  stories  above  the  street. 
New  Yorkers  are  generally  hostile  to 
these  new  comers  and  pretend  that 
the  effect  produced   is  more  or  less 
what  little   Rollo  might  have  done 
with    his    Christmas    blocks  after 
having  seen  the  Grand  Canyon,  but  to 
us  from  the  land  of  long  vistas  these 
buildings  are   full  of  excitment  and 
interest.  The  square  long  famous  by 
the  Plaza  Hotel  and  the  old  Vander- 


B.v  Arthur  B    Dm 


NAMELESS 

By  William  E.  Scotten.  Jr. 

/  He  long  lazy  afternoons 

Amid  the  weedy  lusciousness  of  lilies 

That  lift  their  white  wise-nodding 

heads  to  heaven; 
In  my  nostrils 
Smells  of  crushed  stalks, 
The  good  brown  earth, 
And  summer: 
In  my  eyes 
The  chiaroscuro 
Of  leafy  patterns 
On  a  pale  dry  blue; 
But  to  my  floating  consciousness 
The  yearning  harmony  of 

faint-heard  traffic 
Trickles  maddeningly. 
Links  me  ivith  a  world 
Almost  forgotten. 


N' 


bilt  house  is  now  completely  reformed. 
The  architectural  motif  fortunately 
furnished  by  the  Plaza  itself  (white 
facade  and  green  slanting  roof)  is  re- 
peated in  buildings  which  either 
crouch  low  like  household  pets  or 
spring  into  amazing  towers  like  moun- 
tain peaks  and  fireworks.  There  is 
plenty  to  quarrel  with  taking  The  Sa- 
voy Plaza,  The  Serry  Netherlands  and 
the  Bergdorf  Goodman  building  separ- 
ately (their  very  names  indicate  their 
over-conscious  elegance)  but  the 
general  effect  is  good  and  at  night 
with  the  Heckschertower_addij]g  back- 
ground it  is  sheer  magic.  To  predict 
the  motif  of  the  future  architecture  of 
New  York  is  sheer  folly. 


EW  YORK  seems  to  have 
gone  completely  German 
this  season.  Max  Rcinhardt  is 
here  with  a  formidable  list  of 
German  stars  to  show  us  how 
the  classics  should   be   acted; 
Count  Keyserling  has  arrived 
apparently    to    diagnose   our 
social  ills  and  tell  us  what  com- 
panionate  marriage  means; 
Emil   Ludwig  stands   before 
learned  audiences  tw  ice  a  week 
withnotebooksfullof  Bismarck, 
The    Metropolitan    is    weekly 
opulent  with  splendid  Rosen- 
kavaliers,   Walkures,   Tristans 
and  Tannhausers  ad  infinitum. 
Jeritza    has    Teutonized    Car- 
men, everywhere  concert  pro- 
grams are  full  of  Handel,  Mo- 
zart, Beethoven,  Brahms,  and  I 
Schumann  transmitted  tousby 
such  patriotic   interpreters  as  ■ 
Fritz  Busch,   Harold   Bauer, 
and    Ignatz    Freidmann,    and  1 
Ferenec  Molnar  is  the  season's  • 
favorite  dinner  guest.   All   we 
need  is  a  few  good  beer  gardens 
and  Alfred  Hertz's  picturesque 
profile  to  make  the  illusion 
complete  Of  these  German  co- 
horts most  worthy  of  San 
Francisco's  interest,  as  it  has 
been  of  New   York's,  is  Herr 
Reinhardts  theatre.  The  criti- 
cal  interest   aroused   by   the. 
Dempsey-Tunney  fight,   the: 
Miracle  or   Ruth   Elder,  was- 
tame  beside  the  Reinhardt  pro-  ■ 
duction  of  A   Mid  Summer' 
Night's   Dream,,  and    like    the. 
Dreyfus   Case  or   the   French' 
War  debt  it  created  two  dis-- 
tinct  and  bitter  factions.  There  _were; 
those    who   said   Shakespeare's   play, 
was  not  much  good  anyway.   Rein-- 
hardt  s  production  a  miracle  of  poetic . 
beauty  and  himself  a  genius;  and  those 
who  said  the  play  was  a  miracle  ofi 
poetic  beauty,  the  production  a  mess, 
and  Reinhardtanidiot.  Like  Aristotle, 
your  correspondent  chose  a  mean 
somewhere  between  these  two  opposi- 
tions. Reinhardt  is  probably  not  the 
greatest  Cjerman  since  Goethe  nor  his 
productions  the  greatest  since  Sopho- 
cles'   time,    but   one   feels   a  genuine 
excitement  in  following  his  amazing 
repertory  of  plays  from  the  lightest 
Goldoni  farce  to  the  heaviest  Tolstoi 

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The   San    Franciscan 

127  1 


The  Curb 


San  Francisco's  New  Security  Market 

By  R.  F.  BERKELEY 


ORGANIZATION   of  a  Curb   Ex- 
change, under  the  auspicesand 
aegis  of  the  major  Stock  Ex- 
change of  San  Francisco,  mai<es  a  dis- 
:  tinct  and  eminently  desirable  forward 
I  step  in  what  may,  without  exaggera- 
:  tion,   be  described  as  the  triumphal 
i  march  of  our  financial  district  to  the 
second  place  in  the  nation's  security 
markets.  For  New  York  only  can  now 
claim  precedence  over  the  City  by  the 
Golden  Gate,   in  the  volume  of  and 
.magnitude  of  business  transacted  in 
stocks  and  shares. 

Curb  Exchanges  presenting  a  case 
!i  where  past  history  is  in  varying  de- 
'gree  a  guide  to  the  present.  A  few 
words  regarding  the  best  known  curb 
market  of  the  country,  that  of  New 
Y'ork,  will  serve  to  explain  the  one  in 
which  most  of  us  are  now  chiefly 
interested. 

There  was  for  many  years  in  Broad 
Street,  New  York,  an  unduly  self- 
determining  stock  market,  with  sky 
for  roof,  which,  in  a  decidedly  free- 
and-easy — and  often  unmannerly — 
manner  dealt  in  securities,  good,  bad, 
and  indifferent.  Rope  a-plenty  the 
curb  traders  allowed  themselves  (a 
rope  it  was  which  served,  indeed,  for 
walls),  their  rules  and  regulations 
functioning  through  an  old-time 
member,  whose  decisions  were  final. 
There  was  nothing  of  the  nature  of 
listing;  quotations  often  represented 
"wash  sales  " ;  the  business  was  of  a 
rough-and-tumble  order;  morality 
was  dependent  mainly  on  personal 
tenets.  Notwithstanding  which,  it 
must  be  said  that  the  bulk  of  the  trans- 
actions, as  of  the  securities  admitted 
to  quotation  privileges,  left  nothing 
to  be  desired.  Yet  the  admittedly  in- 
significant leaven  of  evil  sufficed  to 
affect  the  public  attitude  towards  even 
the  greater  institution,  and  the 
Governing  Body  of  the  New  York 
Stock  Exchange  found  it  necessary  to 
confine  the  Curb  within  walls,  and  to 
inaugurate  simultaneously  strict  con- 
trol over  the  transactions  therein 
conducted. 

The  misapprehensions  under  which 
the  investing  public  and  speculating 
public  have  labored  regarding  curb 
exchanges  will,  from  the  foregoing,  be 
readily  understood,  and  one  cannot 
be  too  thankful  that  the  New  York 
situation  has  been  completely 
changed.  The  New  York  Curb  Market 
stands  now,  to  all  intents  and  pur- 


poses, on  the  same  footing  as  the  New 

Y'ork  Stock  Exchange,  the  only  differ- 

ence  being  that  of  thesecurities  deal  tin. 

*       «       « 

SAN  Francisco  had  not  exactly  the 
same  problem  to  deal  with,  but  it 
might  possibly  have  had,  but  for  New 
York's  experience.  For,  until  this  year, 
we  have  had  no  curb  market,  properly 
or  improperly,  so-called.  There  was  a 
market  in  which  to  some  there  seemed 
at  one  time  latent  germs  of  a  secon- 
dary market,  though  it  was  not  taken 
very  seriously  by  those  qualified  to 
judge  the  situation.  The  old  Mining 
Exchange  did  for  a  short  time  venture 
into  fields  unknown,  but  the  ad- 
venture was  short-lived,  its  success 
not  conspicuous. 

The  leading  exchange  in  San  Fran- 
cisco (in  Montgomery  Street)  was, 
however,  confronted  with  one  problem 
which  was  on  all  fours  with  that  which 
the  New  York  Stock  Exchange  faced ; 
the  need  for  a  separate  market,  in 
strong  hands  and  under  strict  control, 
to  deal  in  a  class  of  securities  which 
might  be  regarded  as  less  seasoned 
than  their  fellows,  or  for  other  reasons 
not  in  every  respect  eligible  for  listing 
on  the  Stock  Exchange.  The  San  Fran- 
cisco Stock  and  Bond  Exchange — the 
title  under  which  the  leading  exchange 
of  the  Pacific  Coast  operated  since 
1 882  and  until  December  8th  last,  had 
maintained  a  department  which  dealt 
in  unlisted  securities,  but  the  unlisted 
department  had  always  presented  a 
more  or  less  difficult  problem.  On 
October  20thof  last  year,  an  announce- 
ment was  made  that  the  major  ex- 
change proposed  forthwith  to  create  a 
Curb  Exchange.  1 1  would  be  separately 
housed  and  independent  of  its  parent ; 
so  started,  however,  on  life's  journey 
as  to  leave  no  doubts  as  to  its  future 
well-being. 

With  December  8th,  came  detailed 
announcement  of  the  entire  program; 
a  double  baptismal  ceremony,  too ;  the 
proud  father  undergoing  smilingly  the 
ordeal  of  water,  at  the  same  moment 
as  he  tenderly  immersed  his  newly- 
born.  The  San  Francisco  Stock  and 
Bond  Exchange  emerged,  stripped  of 
titular  superfluities,  to  be  known  of 
all  men  in  days  to  come  as  plain  San 
Francisco  Stock  Exchange.  The  Curb 
Exchange  found  itself  at  birth  in  pos- 
session of  a  fine  home;  the  Stock  Ex- 
change authorities  having  purchased 
the  handsome  building  recently 


erected  on  Bush  Street  by  the  Mining 
Exchange   (which   has,   perforce,   be- 
taken itself  to  new  quarters). 
I      i       i 

Under  the  present  plan,  the  Stock 
Exchange,  composed  of  the 
membership  and  organization  of  the 
old  Stock  and  Bond  Exchange,  will 
deal  only  in  listed  stocks  and  bonds 
which  meet  the  very  rigid  require- 
ments of  the  Exchange.  All  other 
securities  will  be  traded  in  on  the  Curb 
Exchange  only ;  the  Mining  Exchange 
will  not  deal  in  securities  admitted  to 
trading  on  the  Curb  Exchange  or  listed 
on  the  Stock  Exchange. 

The  stock  market  situation  in  San 
Francisco  has  thus  been  finally  and 
completely  clarified,  and  the  Curb  Ex- 
change has  been  established,  from 
initiation,  on  a  firm  foundation,  and 
with  a  sound  constitution  (modeled 
largely  upon  that  of  the  old  Stock 
and  Bond  Exchange). 

All  members  of  the  former  Stock 
and  Bond  Exchange  hold  member- 
ships in  the  new  Curb  Exchange,  as 
Charter  Members.  There  are  100 
Members  of  the  Curb  Exchange; 
Charter  Members  totaling  b7,  33  seats 
beingavailableforsale  to  new  members. 

The  chief  economic  function  of  a 
Curb  Exchange  being  that  of  a  pre- 
liminary market,  it  will  be  found  that 
every  city  in  the  world  which  boasts 
a  really  large  organized  security  mar- 
ket, has  some  kind  of  a  preliminary  or 
curb  market.  Its  status  and  value  will 
be  found  to  vary  with  the  extent  to 
which  it  recognizes  the  need  for  a  sound 
constitution  and  strict  regulations  for 
the  conduct  of  its  business.  There  is  a 
considerable  number  of  sound  securi- 
ties which,  for  reasons  which  do  not 
reflect  in  the  slightest  degree  on  their 
character,  may  not  be  eligible  for  list- 
ing on  the  major  exchange  of  a  city. 
Yet  the  public  is  entitled  to  have  a 
market  where  fair  prices  for  such 
securities  may  be  readily  obtainable, 
and  these  are  secured  through  the 
establishment  of  a  secondary  market, 
or  "Curb  ".  It  is  an  obvious  advant- 
age to  such  a  market  to  have  its  con- 
stitution framed  on  principles  which 
have  stood  the  test  of  experience,  and 
to  start  its  career  under  the  sponsor- 
ship and  guidance  of  a  major  market 
of  long  standing.  The  San  Francisco 
Curb  Exchange  has  been  launched 
under  the  most  favorable  auspices;  it 
has  already,  young  though  it  is,  shown 


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its  mettle,  and  its  \aluc  to  the  invest- 
ing public,  in  w  hose  service  it  is 
enlisted. 

.At  the  time  of  writing  the  follow  ing 
firms  are  members  of  the  new    San 
Francisco  Curb  Exchange: 
J.  Barth  &  Co. 

Newell.  Murdoch.  Railev  &  Co. 
H.  J.  Barneson  &•  Co. 
Wm.  Cavalier  &'  Co. 

Cl  RRAN  &  DwVER 

J.  B.  Alvarado 

Anderson  &  Fox 

E.  A.  Holt 

McCreery,  Finnell  &  Co. 

Freeman-Parrish  &  Co. 

Grimes  &  Swift 

Bllmberg  &  Kehlenbeck 

Leib-Keyston  Sl'  Co. 

SUTRO  &  Co. 

Max  1.  KosHLAND 

Chapman  De  Wolfe  &  Co. 

Frank  C.  Shalghnessy  &  Co. 

L.  H.  Van  Wyck 

Walsh  O'Connor 

Lundborg,  Colemann  &  Stever 

ACHARD  &  McGaHEY 

Hellmann-Wade  &  Co. 

Strassburger  &  Co. 

E.  L.  Stralss 

Lewis  &  Broy 

T.  J.  Flynn  &  Co. 

Robert  C.  Bolton  &  Co. 

G.  M.  Greenwood 

Filmer,  Bradford  &  Maxwell 

A.  F.  Coffin  &  Co. 

Alanson  Bros.  &  Co. 

Wardell.  Taylor  &  Dunn 

Duisenberg,  Wichman  &  Co. 

Edwin  W.  Coe 

Pll'nkett,  Lilienthal  &i  Co. 

Edward  Pollitz  &  Co. 


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Utility 
Securities 

G  L  Ohrstrom  6  Co. 


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Constitution  and  Citizenship 

(Continued  from  Page  9) 

against  office  holders,  against  jury 
N'erdicts.  and  against  recently  enacted 
legislation.arcusually  those  w  ho  them- 
selves ha\'e  failed  in  their  duty  as  good 
Americans  and  citizens.  The  des- 
tructive critics  are  most  frequently 
those  who  do  not  vote,  but  who  sa\'e 
theirpolitical  energy  for  vehement  out- 
bursts w  hen  they  have  been  displeased. 
«       t       % 

A  strong  government  may  exist 
for  a  time,  but  it  cannot  long 
endure  unless  it  be  sustained  by  love 
of  country,  by  devotion  to  noble  tra- 
ditions, and  by  intelligent  patriotism. 
We  do  not  want  the  patriotism  which 
expresses  itself  in  extreme  sentimen- 
tality, in  boisterous  demonstrations, 
or  in  inactive  eulogy.  We  must  instill 
in  the  hearts  of  our  people  the  love  of 
country  which  will  lead  our  citizens  in 
an  attempt  to  understand  the  duties 
and  rights  which  have  been  imposed 
upon  them.  From  this  kind  of  patriot- 
ism, we  will  become  a  nation  of  men 
and  women  who  know  their  duties, 
but  who  also  know  their  rights,  and 
who,  in  knowing,  dare  maintain  them. 
«       «       « 

Announcement 

THE  San  Franciscan  takes 
pleasure  in  announcing  that  each 
issue  of  the  magazine  will  include  an 
article  on  finance.  It  will  be  our 
endeavor  to  secure  the  foremost  local 
authorities  to  write  such  articles.  We 
trust  our  efforts  to  provide  a  monthly 
review  of  the  financial  situation  will 
meet  with  the  approval  and  sanction 
of  our  readers. 


San  Francisco 

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December  31  Statements 

Comparisons  with  calls  as 
of  Tune  30, 1927 

Comparative  earning 
and  market  price  ra- 
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Goliath 

(Continued  from  Page  2o) 

entirely  unappropriate.  "My  dear 
boy  she  cooed,  as  she  converted  a 
handclasp  into  a  caress  by  marvellous 
gymnastics,  "you  must  make  this  your 
home."  Even  with  the  possibilities  of 
a  breach  of  promise  suit  in  the  offing, 
I  vowed  that  I  would  indeed  make 
that  my  home,  that  1  thought  her 
artistry  "superb"  and  "charming," 
that  my  pleasure  at  making  her 
acquaintance  was  unspeakable,  and 
that  I  would  haunt  her  salon  evermore. 
With  this  I  staggered  out  into  the  last 
vestiges  of  day,  out  into  the  blessed 
air  of  evening. 

Once  home,  1  burned  all  of  Mr.  X's 
printed  works;  wrote  him  three 
haughty  letters  only  to  tear  them  up 
in  turn ;  took  three  stiff,  bracing  drinks 
of  "Antique,"  and  then  sat  down  to  an 
evening  of  meditative  boozing.  1  soon 
fell  into  a  fit  of  slumber,  as  the  old 
writers  said,  and  was  aroused  with  a 
start  by  a  hideous  nightmare.  I  can- 
not tell  you  its  details — not  all  of 
them — but  it  had  to  do  with  that  figure 
"Power!"  and  the  old  artist  who  was 
enamoured  of  masculinity.  To  this 
day  the  memory  of  that  nightmare 
shocks  me  and  whenever  I  think  of  it 
I  seek  solace  in  mild  into.xication.  And 
inasmuch  as  the  writing  of  these  pages 
has  brought  the  memory  of  the 
"Power!"  nightmare  again  before  me, 
I  trust  that  you  will  excuse  this  abrupt 
termination,  dear  reader,  as  1  seek 
again  my  cups  for  solace. 


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depositors   and   stockholders,    and 
explaining  w  hy  he  had  been  pow  erless 
to  prevent  the  mismanagement  he  had 
seen  going  on  about  him. 
«      «      « 

THESE  writings  attracted  a  great 
deal  of  attention  and  when  their 
author  announced  his  intention  of 
starting  a  newspaper,  he  had  no  dif- 
ficulty in  finding  financial  backing. 
The  first  issue  of  The  E\ening  Bulle- 
tin appeared  in  October  185  5  and  its 
publisher  was  fairly  launched  in  his 
unrelenting  fight  for  civic  justice  and 
righteousness  in  a  city  that  knew  them 
not.  It  w  as  a  large  order  that  this  man 
had  undertaken,  for  the  city's  ma- 
chinery of  law  and  order  w  as  an  empty 
joke.  Xlurder,  arson  and  thievery 
flourished  without  let  or  hindrance. 
There  w  as  an  average  of  20  murders  a 
month  and  the  saying,  "a  man  before 
breakfast  "  was  the  too  literal  truth. 
Every  man  went  about  armed  and 
prepared  to  defend  his  life  and  prop- 
erty should  the  need  arise.  All  forms 
of  commercial  swindles  were  brazenly 
pre\alent. 

Seldom  was  even  an  arrest  made 
and  when  it  was,  no  judge  or  jury 
could  be  found  to  convict  the  criminal 
no  matter  how  revolting  or  outrageous 


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his  crime.  The  entire  police  force,  the 
judicial  system  and  the  legal  profes- 
sion gave  their  talents  not  to  uphold- 
ing the  law  and  protecting  life  and 
property  but  to  finding  loop  holes 
through  which  the  wrong  doer  might 
escape.  From  all  accounts  this  evasion 
and  manipulation  of  the  law  was  most 
profitable  and  lucrative  to  those 
gentlemen  who  practiced  it. 

Early  in  185b  there  occured  a 
murder  and  King  of  William's  e.xpose 
of  it  was  so  thorough,  that  it  set  in 
motion  events,  which  within  a  few 
months  led  San  Francisco's  people  to 
take  the  law  into  their  own  hands. 
William  Richardson,  a  United  States 
marshall,  became  involved  in  a  saloon 
argument  with  the  city's  most  no- 
torious gambler,  Charles  Cora. 
Richardson  berated  Cora  for  his  bal- 
lot box  stuffing  and  Cora  highly  en- 
raged, shot  the  officer  without  giving 
him  a  chance  to  defend  himself. 

Excitement  ran  high.  Cora  w  as  the 
lover  of  Annabelle  Ryan,  undisputed 
queen  of  the  underworld.  She  was 
better  known  as  Belle  Cora,  having 
taken  the  latter  name  in  exchange  for 
the  funds  she  supplied  this  creature 
of  abominable  life.  No  expense  would 
be  spared  to  manipulate  and  "fix  " 
judge  and  jury  and  hire  expert  defense 
counsel  for  Cora.  All  these  facts  King 
of  William  was  quick  to  point  out  in 


his  paper.  The  trial  ended  as  he  pre- 
dicted. Thejury,  bought  by  Belle  Cora 
disagreed,  and  the  defense  counsel, 
thinking  that  public  disapproval 
would  subside  delayed  the  new  trial 
forsixmonths,  Itwasdeemedexpedient 
to  keep  Cora  in  prison  for  that  period, 
rather  than  allow  him  liberty  on  bail 
as  would  ordinarily  be  the  case.  He 
would  be  safe  from  lynching  in  jail. 
King  of  William's  efforts  were  taking 
effect. 

Four  months  after  the  Cora  trial, 
King  of  William  attacked  a  James  P. 
Casey,  former  inmate  of  Sing  Sing  for 
his  election  frauds  in  obtaining  the 
office  of  supervisor.   Casey   resented 
this  reference  to  his  past  history  and 
visited  the  Bulletin  office,  not  to  deny 
its  truth  but  to  protest  at  its  being  ! 
mentioned.  He  was  ordered  without 
ceremony   from   the   building.    That 
same  evening,  May  14,  185b,  as  King  ; 
of  William  w  as  crossing  Montgomery 
Street  at  Washington  on  his  way  home,  . 
Casey  stopped  him  and,  after  some  : 
wordsofparley,  shot  him.  The  wound-- 
ed  man  was  able  to  stagger  into  the  : 
offices  of  the  Pacific  ExpressCompany 
near  by,  where  a  bed  was  improvised 
and  surgeons  summoned. 
\       \       \ 

THE  hour  for  action  had  come.  San 
Francisco  was  not  slow  in  taking 
it.   The  shooting  had  occured  about 


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five  o'clock  in  the  evening.  By  mid- 
j  night    there    had    been    formed    the 
Second  Vigilance  Committee,  headed 
by  William  T.  Coleman.  Temporary 
'  headquarters   were   in  a  building  at 
I  1053/2  Sacramento  Street,  known  as 
I  the  Know  Nothing  Hall.  Within  two 
days    the    Committee    had    enrolled 
:  about  4000  men,  divided  into  infantry, 
calvary  and  artillery  companies.  On 
.  the  third  day  following  the  shooting, 
King  of  William's   wound   was  pro- 
nounced fatal. 

Several  divisions  of  the  Committee 
marched  to  the  county  jail,  demand- 

'  ing  both  Casey  and  Cora.  Sheriff 
Scannel  at  first  refused  to  surrender 
them,  but  his  sense  of  legal  duty  waned 
when  he  saw  the  assembled  throngs 

:  and  the  armed  ranks  of  the  Vigilantes. 
Pulling  out  his  watch,  Coleman  gave 
the   sheriff   exactly   five   minutes    in 

I  which  to  surrender  the  prisoners  or 
risk  battle.  It  is  told  that  every  man 
in  the  Vigilantes  stood  with  watch  in 
hand,  counting  off  the  minutes — a 
stern  and  impressive  spectacle.  On 
the  fourth  minute  Scannel  surrendered 
his  men. 

On  May  20,  185b  King  of  William 
died  and  for  him  the  entire  city  was 
draped  in  mourning.  Immediately  up- 
on his  death,  the  Vigilance  Committee 
sat  continuously   for   two  days   and 
nights,  reviewing  the  evidence  for  and 
against  Casey  and  Cora.   Never  did 
■  two  criminals  receive  a  more  impartial 
trial.  This  Committee  was  no  band  of 
disorderly    characters,    incensed    by 
mob  hatred  and  blood  lust,  but  a  com- 
pany of  level   headed,   cool   leaders, 
1  intent  on  justice  and  the  bringing  of 
order  out  of  civic  chaos,  and  openly 
favowing  responsibility  for  its  acts. 
Casey  and  Cora  were  sentenced  to 
[hang  for  their  murders.  It  was  decided 
to  execute  them  on  the  day  of  King  of 
William's  funeral.  May  23rd  and  while 
:the  public   was  occupied   with  these 
'rites.  But  the  mob,  whose  morbidity 
'is  always  stronger  than  its  reverence, 
got  wind  of  this  and  the  greater  part 
•of  the  funeral  procession,  half  way  to 
I  the  cemetery,  turned  back  to  witness 
the  hangings. 

At  the  eleventh  hour,  high  church 
officials  interceded  to  minister  absolu- 
tion to  the  condemned  men.  Cora 
received  the  full  rites  of  the  church 
upon  being  married  to  Annabelle  Ryan 
and  this  lady  denied  wifehood  by  the 
man  she  had  so  long  sheltered  and 
fought  for,  possibly  found  consolation 
in  being  his  legal  widow.  That  night 
:the  final  scenes  of  this  pioneer  drama 
'Were  enacted  in  the  burial  of  the  two 
hanged  men  in  the  hallowed  ground 
of  the  Mission  Dolores  church  yard. 


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of  thousands  ot  coffee  trees.  Bananas,  pineapple  and  papaya 
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.■^nd  as  for  golt  en  route.  There  are  sporty  courses  in  Guata- 
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LIFE  pavs  her  highest  inter- 
'est    tor    friendly    thought. 
We    never    forget    those    who 
have  cheered  us  with  a  box  of 
beautiful  /7ojcrr.f  or  a 
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As  Seen  By  Her 

Spring!  The  very  sound  of  the 
name  suggests  such  luscious 
things:  moonlight  and  the  frag- 
rance of  dew -drenched  roses,  laughter 
and  lo\e.  and  How ery  frocks. 

Don't  scoff!  Has  Jack  Frost  nipped 
yourdispositionaswell  as  you're  nose'' 
Of  course  it  s  cold — stingingly  cold — 
but  go  ye  to  the  shop  windows  and 
take  courage.  Do  they  hint  of  balmy 
days  that  lurk  around  the  corner^  My 
darling,  the\-  shout  it  at  you.  Pro\e 
it?  Easy!  ^      ^      ^ 

D.\::li\g  sand  drifts  in  both  of 
Ransohoff's  great  windows. 
There  is  a  tantalizing  glimpse  of  palm 
tree,  gaudy  beach  umbrella,  piles  of 
gay  pillows,  a  carelessly  dropped 
bright  covered  magazine  and  brilliant 
beach  coat.  We  do  not  see  the  owner 
but  it's  fun  to  bury  a  cold  nose  in  one  s 
furs  and  fancy  her  splashing  in  the 
warm  blue  surf  be\ond  the  sand  dune. 
Red  tulips  in  quaint  Dutch  shoes 
bloom  beyond  the  pane's  of  Podesta 
and  Baldocchi's  shop  w  hile  inside  the 
rainbowed  profusion  of  flowers  is  a 
decided  tax  on  one's  botanical  know- 
ledee. 

MILES  of  summery  silk  festoons 
the  Geary  and  Grant  .'\venue 
display  of  the  White  House.  Nothing 
extraordinary  in  that,  you  say  .Ah.  but 
the  silk  is!  Tony  Sarg's  merry  mari- 
onettes run  rampant  o\er  it.  The 
"Chauve  Souris  wooden  soldiers 
march  gayh'  up  and  dow  n  one  piece 
w  hile  on  another  is  pictured  the  tragic 
tale  of  "Little  Red  Riding  Hood  "  In- 
tended for  tiny  tots  the  amusing  prints 
have  been  gobbled  up  so  greedily  by 
the  debutante  age  it  looks  as  though 
the  wee  ones  are  apt  to  ha\e  to  go 
without. 

One  reason  for  the  \ogue  tor  the 
swanky  silk  may  be  found  at  the 
Bootery.  Here  are  slippers  made  of  the 
same  material.  W  hat  could  be  more 
effecti\'e  for  Spring  and  a  debutante^ 
?       i       « 

MAGMNS,  too,  has  a  w  indow  that 
will  lure  \ou  inside — that  is  if 
you  are  interested  in  frocks  made  of 
the  sheerest  handkerchief  linen,  trim 
and  crisp  but  none-the-less  di\inely 
feminine.  There  is  a  rare  and  precious 
combination!   j       j       j 

SPEAKING  of  frocks,  particularly-  the 
flowery  ones  that  bloom  in  the 
Spring,  on  you're  w  ay  down  tow  n  from 
the  Athletic  Club — no!  it's  worth  a 
special  trip  up  to  see  it — there  is  a 
daffodil  yellow  and  apple  green  sport 
outfit  in  Hyman's  window  that  you 
w  ill  ha\e  the  dex'il's  own  time  resist- 


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nis  Emblem  Means  Hotel 

Headquarters  in  the  Film 

Capital  of  the  World 

The  Hollywood  Plaza  is  hotel  headquar- 
ters in  Hollywood,  California. 

When  on  your  next  trip  to  Southern  Cali- 
fornia, make  this  famous  hostelry  your 
objec  ive. 

Situated  in  the  heart  of  Hollywood,  the 
hotel  is  most  centrally  located  for  either 
pleasure,  business  or  shopping  in  Los 
Angeles. 

Every  room  is  a  parlor  during  the  day 
time — a  luxurious  sleeping  quarter  at  night. 
In-a-door  Beds  make  this  possible. 

Strange  people,  exotic  sights,  theatres, 
and  entertainment  are  but  a  step  away  from 
the  door  of  this  famous  hostelry. 

Write  or  wire  us  for  reservations  in  ad- 
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quarters while  in  Southern  California. 
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ing.  If  you  don't  resist  you  wont  be 
sorry;  if  you  do  you  probably  will  be, 
for  you  are  not  going  to  find  many 
such  in  an  entire  season. 
\       \       \ 

MAY  Walsh's  stoci<  of  Liberty 
scarfs  needs  none  of  my  ad- 
jectives to  help  it  vanish  from  her 
shelves  but  supposing  you  were  told 
that  she  has  a  fat  shipment  newly 
arrived  from  England,  wouldn't  you 
be  one  of  the  wise  ones  w  ho  are  mak- 
ing early  selections:"  Well — she  has' 
Lois  Martin  is  a  neighbor  of  May 
Walsh's  and  her's  is  a  linen  shop  in 
case  you  do  not  know.  To  her  window 
the  San  Franciscan  pays  honest  hom- 
age for  there  is  not  a  more  attractive 
one  in  town.  A  great,  deep-shelved, 
mahogany  linen  press  is  filled  with 
piles  of  towels  and  tablecloths — sheets 
and  pillow  cases,  enough  for  a  family 
all  neatly  tied  with  chintz  linen 
holders.  There  isanundeniablecharm, 
a  snug  homeliness,  about  the  Colonial 
highboy  with  its  store  of  snowy  linen. 
\       \       \ 

ACROSS  the  street  at  Vickery's  is 
an  enchanted  mirror.  At  least  you 
will  think  it  is  bewitched  if  you  test  it 
in  this  fashion.  On  a  day  when  you 
are  desperately  tired  and  every  chance 
glimpse  of  yourself  proves  painful,  go 
there  and  gaze  into  the  depths  of  an 
oval  mirror  banded  in  lacquer  and 
gold.  You  will  find  a  vivid  and  vital 
reflection  staring  in  amazement  at  you. 
The  mystery  of  the  mirror  is  simply 
solved.  I  nstead  of  being  silver  the  mer- 
cury on  its  back  is  gold  and  everything 
that  is  reflected  in  it  has  a  warm,  rich 
tone.  Nothing  seems  cold  and  flat  as 
in  ordinary  looking  glass.  What  a  bless- 
ing it  would  be  toown  the  magic  mirror. 
\       \       \ 

OL  R  monthly  vote  of  praise  for  the 
window  that  is  "utterly  other  and 
frightfully  modern  and  mad"  goes  to 
The  City  of  Paris,  Al  Dupont  is  the 
artist  responsible  for  the  startling  dis- 
play of  art  moderne.  The  noisy  floor 
design  of  scarlet  and  black  and  the 
curiousd  warf  tables,  underslungchairs 
and  crooked  lamps  are  worth  more 
than  a  passing  glance.  Go  upstairs  and 
see  the  entire  e.xhibit  that  is  now  on 
display.  It's  fearfully  interesting.  If 
you  don't  find  it  so,  ask  for  the  buyer. 
If  her  fresh  enthusiasm  and  fund  of 
information  can't  change  your  mind 
then  it's  packed  away  in  moth  balls. 

On  you're  way  inside  The  City  of 
Paris  notice  the  lacy  valentines  that 
deck  the  windows  on  either  side  of  the 
entrance. 

You  still  persist  that  spring  is  far 
behind?  Now  I'll  tell  you  a  truer  one. 
There  are  none  so  blind  as  those  who 
will  not  see. 


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A  Reviewer  at  Large 

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San  Francisco  has  barred  the  way  to  a 
local  engagement.  "Resurrection,  " 
"TheSnow  Maiden,  "  "C]ioconda,"and 
"Tannhauser,"  are  among  the  works 
which  they  will  scatter  to  the  Califor- 
nian  hinterland,  easily  within  a  day's 
reach  of  local  music  lovers. 
^      «      « 

SOLIDITY  has  been  the  keynote  of 
the  entertainment  paraded  before 
the  footlights  during  the  past  month. 
An  attractive  array  of  established 
successesdrew  the  majority  of  theatre- 
goers from  their  homes  on  chilly  even- 
ings and  showed  San  Francisco's  power 
as  a  show  town. 

"The  Cradle  Song,  "  delicate  and 
picturesque ;"ChauveSouris  "heralded 
and  novel;  and  "Aren't  We  All"  with 
its  dignified  high  comedy  reaped  the 
harvest  of  the  spurt  in  attendance. 

Of  the  incoming  attractions  "Broad- 
way "  fascinates  by  the  sheer  power 
of  its  limited  panorama.  Almost  every- 
thing within  the  scope  of  the  imagina- 
tion occurs  during  the  brief  two  hours 
it  occupies  the  stage. 

i       t       \ 

A  RRiviNG  seventy  weeks  after  its 
^/\_initial  appearance,  the  play  re- 
tains asurprising  freshness.  The  action 
moves  at  a  breath  taking  speed. 
People  are  shot,  jazz  bands  play  off 
stage.  Sentiment,  hate,  love,  mys- 
tery— ingredients  usually  segregated 
into  individual  works — brush  side  by 
side  in  the  Abbott-Dunning  play. 

Rather  a  brutal  philosophy  is 
expounded.  Maybe  it  isn't  a  philoso- 
phy at  all.  Life  is  held  leisurely,  no 
one  cares  about  anything  at  all.  On 
with  show — "t'hell  with  everything." 

Pay  Telephones,  surprisely  vivid 
dressing  rooms,  night  club  life — they 
all  e.xude  the  actor  proof  parts.  As 
well  as  the  scintillant,  wise-cracking 
dialogue. 

Next  door,  a  superb  puppet  show- 
tenants  the  Lurie.  During  his  recent 
sojourn  in  Hollywood,  Lionel  Barry- 
more  has  worked  over  the  script  of 
"Laugh,  Clown  Laugh"  adding  a  great 
deal  to  the  original  Pagliacci  plot.  In 
his  diligence,  however,  the  play  has 
become  little  more  than  an  expression 
of  the  actor's  own  reactions  to  life. 

His  role  is  large,  and  offers  a  variety 
of  moods.  As  played  by  the  star,  it 
becomes  a  brilliant  bit  of  character 
delineation.  Barrymore  pleads  at  all 
times  for  the  tragic;  mediocrity  is  the 
red  flag  of  his  vision.  Happiness 
occupies  a  somewhat  smaller  portion 
of  his  being;  from  the  morbid  comes 
virtually  all  the  art  of  the  world,  he 
believes. 


Sunset 
Trail 

through  '^otnance 

You  may  see  the  pictur- 
esque Southwest  and  old 
South  at  no  additional 
fare  on  your  trip  East. 

You'll  enjoy  so  much  the  Sunset 
way  east,  the  colorful  route  of 
"Sunset  Limited"  to  middle  west 
and  eastern  points,  via  New  Or- 
leans. Apache  Trail  highway  de- 
tour. New  Mexico,  Texas,  lux- 
uriant Louisiana. 

"Sunset  Limited,"  famed  round 
the  world,  carries  you  swiftly  and 
comfortably  over  this  fascinating 
route.  Its  appointments  are  su- 
perb; as  line  as  a  first-class  hotel 
or  club. 

That  is  the  Sunset  journey  east. 
Read  the  new  booklet  describing 
it  in  detail.  From  New  Orleans, 
you  can  continue  by  train  or  go 
to  New  York  aboard  Southern 
Pacific  steamship.  Meals  and 
berth  on  the  boat  included  in 
your  fare. 

Return  via  another  of  Southern 
Pacific's  4  great  routes  across  the 
comment—Golden  State,  Over- 
land, or  Shasta.  A  choice  matched 
by  no  other  railroad. 

Southern 
Pacific 

F.  S.  McGINNIS 

Pass.  Traffic  Mgr, 

San  Francisco 


The   San   Franciscan 

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If  "The  Play's  the  Thing"  then  this 
attraction  is  negligible;  if  the  actor  is 
all  important,  it  is  a  master  stroke. 
Certainly  in  their  propinquity, 
"Broadway"  and  "Laugh,  Clown 
Laugh"  offer  manifold  contrasts. 
>       ?       « 

ON  our  theatrical  horizonanumber 
of  striking  attractions  loom  with 
varying  shades  of  hope.  The  Players 
Cjuild  have  chosen  their  mainstays 
well  and  find  themselves  in  the  unique 
position  of  being  able  to  cast  almost 
any  play  with  discretion.  Ben  Legere, 
RonaldTelfor,  Cameron  Prud'homme, 
and  Zeffie  Tilbury  form  a  quartet 
which  would  be  a  formidable  back- 
ground to  any  group. 

Occasional  guest  art  istssuch  as  Allen 
Connor  and  Frank  Dawson  suit  speci- 
fic roles  and  round  out  the  casts.  "The 
Goat  Song"  and  "In  Abraham's 
Bosom" — as  different  in  subject 
matter  and  intrinsic  value  as  the 
poles — are  the  next  productions. 

It  is  specious  to  believe  that  when 
eminent  authorities  deliver  orations 
on  a  play  or  when  the  Theatre  Guild 
in  New  "\'ork  sponsors  its  American 
premiere,  that  there  should  be  merit. 
"The  Goat  Song  "  is  the  strange  para- 
do.x.  \      ^      X 

W.  J.  Z.  New  York 

(Continued  from  Page  26) 

tragedy  performed  by  an  equally  ver- 
satile troupe  headed  by  at  least  one 
really  great  actor,  Alexander  Moissi, 
(which  the  Times  says  you  should 
pronounce  the  way  a  Brooklynite  pro- 
nounces mercy). 


A 


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s  for  the  American  theatre  there 
is  also  plenty  to  attract.  The 
Theatre  Guild  is  on  its  very  best  be- 
havior this  season  and  is  playing  with 
large,  justified  success  Porgy,  about 
negroes  in  Charleston,  Shaw's  Doctor's 
Dilemma,  and  Eugene  O'Neil's  Marco 
Millions  and  Strange  Interlude.  To  the 
latter  you  have  to  go  at  five-thirty  in 
the  afternoon,  take  time  out  for 
dinner,  then  come  back  for  the  even- 
ing, and  the  funny  part  is  that  you 
really  do  it.  Eva  Le  Gallienne's  Civic 
Repertory  Theatre  continues  its  pro- 
cession of  good  plays  of  which  the  best 
addition  is  a  new  Swedish  play  called 
2  X  2=S-  Among  the  hardy  commer- 
cial successes  the  choice  seems  to  be 
for  The  Trial  of  Mary  Dugan.  Co- 
quette, The  Rackett,  Pans  Bound,  The 
Royal  Family,  The  Command  to  Love. 
and  the  modern  dress  Taming  of  the 
Shrew.  In  the  musical  comedy  arena 
Mr.  Zeigfeld  is  leader  with  Show  Boat 
and  Rosalie.  The  former  is  unques- 
tionably the  ne  plus  ultra  of  music 

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with  their  popularizing  spectacular 
effects,  these  "morality  plays"  of  his 
represent  practically  the  only  fruits 
of  an  archaic  field.  They  are  admir- 
able examples  of  a  genre  that  finds  its 
appreciation  in  thoughtful  audiences, 
though  rather  too  sober  and  action- 
less  to  suit  the  average  theatre-goer. 
Under  the  title  of  "Plays  for  Three 
Players"  Mr.  Kennedy  has  published 
a  trilogy,  written  for  Edith  Wynne 
Matthison,  Margaret  Gage  and  him- 
self, of  which  the  first  piece,  "The 
Chastening,"  is  a  kind  of  infant-Christ 
theme,  with  its  application  in  family 
relationships;  the  second,  "The  Ad- 
miral," considers  national  ambitions, 
w  ith  special  reference  to  empire-build- 
ing and  war,  and,  under  its  15th 
century  veils,  suggests  the  role  the 
United  States  is  destined  to  fill  in 
mediations  of  international  peace; 
while  in  "The  Salutation,"  where  the 
figures  of  Dante  and  Beatrice  are 
presented,  Mr.  Kennedy  deals  with 
the  idealization  of  human  passion  as 
personified  by  that  immortal  pair. 
The  plays  are  finely  w  ritten  and  offer 
the  stimulus  of  their  transcendental 
reflections  on  contemporary  life. 
(Plays  for  Three  Players.  By  Charles 
Rann  Kennedy,  Chicago :  The  Univer- 
sity of  Chicago  Press. 
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They  Were  San  Franciscans 

(Continued  from  Page  14) 

covered"  in  obscurity  and  brought 
forth  into  fame.  Owner  of  the  Belasco 
Theatre.  New  York.  Also  the  author 
of  a  score  of  successful  plays.  Now  of 
New  York. 

TuLLEY,  Richard  Walton.  Born 
Nevada  City,  California  1877.  Grad- 
uated from  U.  of  C.  1901.  Author  of 
The  Bird  of  Paradise,  Omar  the  Tent- 
maker  and  numerous  other  plays;  also 
the  author  of  several  original  and  not- 
able screen  productions,  as  well  as 
screen  versions  of  his  legitimate 
dramas.  Was  for  a  period  associated 
with  Belasco  in  New  York  produc- 
tions. Member  of  Bohemian  Club. 
Home    Sierra    Madre. 

Sculptors 
AiTKEN,  Robert  I.  Bom  this  city 
1878.  Student  of  the  old  Mark  Hop- 
kins Institute.  From  1901-04  was 
Professor  of  Sculptor  in  the  same 
school.  He  is  universally  acclaimed  as 
the  foremost  living  American  exponent 
of  the  sculptural  art  and  certainly  he 
is  one  of  the  most  prolific.  He  has  been 
honored  at  home  and  abroad  many 
times  by  societies  and  organizations 
of  high  repute  in  the  art  world.  He 


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has  done  a  bust  of  practically  every 
man  and  woman  prominent  in  Ameri- 
can life  during  the  present  era.  while 
his  list  of  monumental  works  is  well 
nigh  endless.  Notable  examples  in  San 
f^rancisco  are  the  monument  to  the 
American  Navy,  Union  Square  and 
the  city's  monument  to  Bret  Harte. 
Putnam,  Arthur.  Born  Mississippi 
1873  but  came  here  at  an  early  age 
and  has  long  been  identified  with  the 
art  life  of  the  city.  He  has  held  several 
Paris  exhibitions.  He  is  the  sculptor 
of  the  Sloat  monument  in  Monterey 
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hemian Club  and  at  present  a  resident 
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Hearst,  William  Randolph.  Born 
San  Francisco  1853.  Studied  at  Har- 
vard. First  exponent  of  the  famed 
"Yellow  Journalism",  which  has  re- 
volutionized newspaper  publishing 
throughout  America.  Now  controls  a 
chain  of  20  daily  and  monthly  publi- 
cations, located  in  all  the  larger  and 
principal  cities  in  the  United  States. 
At  present  is  variously  located  in  New 
York,  Chicago,  San  Francisco  and  Los 
Angeles. 

Poets 

Frost,  Robert.  Born  in  this  city 
1875.  M.  A.  from  Harvard,  Litt.  D. 
from  Yale.  Professorships  in  English, 
Literature  and  Psychology  in  several 
Eastern  universities.  Winner  of  Pul- 
itzer Poetry  Prize  1 Q24  and  the  author 
of  several  books  of  verse.  At  present  a 
fellow  in  Letters,  University  of  Michi- 
gan. Home  Shaftsbury,  Vermont. 

«       «       « 

W.Y.Z.  New  York 

(Continued  from  Page  35) 

shows  and  the  latter  has  Marillyn 
Miller  and  Jack  Donahue  so  that's 
that.  But  then  Funny  Face  has  the 
Astaires  and  Gershwin  music.  She's 
My  Baby  has  Beatrice  Lillie,  Manhat- 
tan Mary  has  Ed.  Wynn,  and  Good 
News  has  a  lot  of  things  so  when  you 
come  to  New  York  for  a  few  jazzy 
evenings  bring  all  your  Bank  of  Italy 
stock  and  try  to  get  seats  for  these 
shows. 


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Clair  De  Lune 

(Continued  from  Page  12) 

face,  the  unseeing,  uncaring  eyes,  the 
nervous  explorations  of  empty  hands. 
She  had  seen  a  lot  of  it  these  post-war 
days. 

"That's  all  right.  1  can  fi.\  you  up." 
Her  plump  damp  hands  stilled  his  rov- 
ing ones  for  a  moment.  "You  go  on 
upstairs.  Room  at  the  back.  I'll  get 
one  of  my  girls  dressed  and  send  her 
up — a  thin  one  like  you  want." 

He  swung  the  door  wide  to  her  timid 
knock.  A  twisted  smile  flashed  momen- 
tarily across  his  face  as  the  girl  walked 
past  him  clad  in  the  aged  talTeta  dress. 
"My  name's  Claire,"  she  advanced 
uncertainly,  "The  madame  said  you 
wanted  me  this  way  .  .  ."  She 
looked  down  uponthemisshapendress 
then  up  at  him  with  puzzled  eyes. 
"And  just  .  .  .  to  walk  around?" 
"Yes,  that's  it  ,  ,  .  just  .  .  ,  " 
His  voice  expired. 

Claire  sipped  the  drink  he  poured  for 
her,  staring  wonderingly  as  he  flung 
himself  on  the  bed.  When  his  blond 
head  finally  sunk  in  the  pillow,  she  rose 
from  her  chair  and  commenced  walk- 
ing around. 

The  rustle  of  the  skirt  was  the  only 
sound  that  broke  the  stillness  of  the 
room.  In  the  dim  rosy  lamp  light  the 
slender  figure  was  only  a  shadow-thing 
but  the  swish  of  silk  crisping  about 
her  body  was  the  murmur  of  life  and 
muted  passion. 

The  young  man's  face  grew  calm. 
Under  the  drooping  lids  the  wide 
excited  focus  of  his  blue  eyes  dwindled 
down  to  a  mere  pinpoint  of  remote 
reflection.  The  slow  swishing  of  the 
taffeta  skirt,  moving  indolently  about 
the  room,  was  the  music  of  a  very  deep 
river.  On  the  bosom  of  this  singing 
stream  he  floated  down  spaces  of  years. 
Pictures  slipped  in  and  out  of  mind, 
flowing  with  the  smoothness  of  water. 
Paris  ...  a  slender  woman  to 
whom  he  had  belonged,  achingly — his 
mother.  The  queer  notion  troubling 
all  his  boyhood  that  she  was  not  his 
mother.  A  Frenchman,  his  stepfather. 
The  lyc'ee  where  he  went  to  school  and 
the  aged  instructress  in  musty  black 
silk  whom  all  the  boys  tormented  save 
himself.  Down  year,  down  year,  he 
floated. 

Back  .  .  .  back  .  .  .  before 
Paris.  Could  he  slip  back  that  far  on  a 
streamer  of  sound,  thinner  even  than 
a  thread  of  silk  :> 


THE  streaming  sound  was  agitated 
now  .  .  .  back  .  .  .  back, 
excitedly  it  was  thrusting  him  back  to 
its  source.    It   swished   and   swirled, 


broke  and  ran  and  the  drifting  plumes 
of  grey  ether  twined  softly  around  one 
another  forming  pictures  . 
briefly  sustained.  Running,  eddying, 
tumbling  .  .  .  through  the  memory 
smoke  images  flung  themselves,  to  be 
blotted  out  as  new  ones  flung  through 
.  .  .  in  quick-running  treble  arpeg- 
gios the  stream  sang  out  its  song, 
explaining  all  .  .  .  alH  'Wait! 
Where  was  his  beautiful  mother  in  all 
this?  She  belonged  .  .  .  but  how :' 
.  where^  Where  . 
Churned  soft  and  white,  river  foam 
fell  like  cobwebby  lace  over  his  wild 
staring  eyes. 

From  across  a  chasm  of  time  he 
drifted  back  to  the  tawdry  room  where 
the  girl  walked  to  and  fro. 

"Claire!"  Bewildered,  remorseful, 
he  called  to  her.  "You're  pale  as  a 
ghost.  Come  over  here  and  rest.  I  for- 
got   .      .      ." 

While  she  sat  quietly  beside  him,  his 
fingers  played  restlessly  in  the  folds  of 
her  taffeta,  rising  and  falling  w  ith  its 
undulations  like  those  of  a  blind  man 
tumbling  familiarly  across  a  forgotten 
face. 

"I'm  dead  weary.  Feel  I  might  sleep 
a  bit.  You  can  take  that  money  off  the  , 
tableandslipout.  ^'ou've  been  awfully  ■ 
kind  .  .  .  You  looked  like  a  moon- 
creature  wandering  about  the  room. 
Claire  .  .  .  dair  de  lune  they  should 
have  called  you.  Moonlight  ..." 
His  eyes  closed  tightly  over  the  image. 
He  smiled  in  his  dream. 

"Clair  de  lune  ...  I  remember 
my  mother  used  to  look  like  that,  long 
ago,  when  I  was  very  little."  Drowsily 
he  talked  with  eyes  still  closed.  "She 
always  dressed  in  white  then  . 
always   . 

Other  words  died  in  his  throat  and 
his  lips  closed  in  a  faraway  smile. 
Presently  his  hand  came  to  rest  clutch- 
ing a  fold  of  the  taffeta  skirt  in  the 
tight  unconscious  grip  of  sleep. 
»      *       « 

The  Reigning  Dynasty 

(Continued  from  Page  19) 

Bancroft,  the  California  historian.  He 
is  the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Paul  Ban- 
croft of  San  Francisco  and  a  nephew 
of  Miss  Lucy  Bancroft,  Mrs.  Charles 
O.  Richards  of  San  Diego,  Philip  Ban- 
croft and  Grif^ng  Bancroft  of  the  same 
city, 

*       «       « 

ONE  of  the  most  brilliant  and  inti- 
mate affairs  given  this  season  was 
the  ball  that  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ross  Fax- 
on held  in  honor  of  their  daughter. 
Miss  Elsie  Faxon,  at  the  Menlo  Coun- 
try Club.  The  clubrooms  were  hand- 
somely decorated  with  flowers  and 
greens. 


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THE  THEATRE 

The  Curran:  Broadway.  "Broadway's  Bran- 
died  Babies  "  will  relinquish  their  long  tenure 
of  the  theatre  to  the  bold  bad  Riff  ehorus 
of  "The  Desert  Song." 

The  Geary  falias  Luric,  alias  Wilkes,  alias 
Columbia} :  Burlesque.  Back  stage  at  a 
honky  tonk  show.  Bessie  Love  is  the  princi- 
pal reason  for  the  trouble. 

The  Columbia  :  "^'ings."  A  Picture  about  the 
air.  The  last  word  in  fancy  cinemcto- 
graphics. 

Players  Guild:  "In  Abraham's  Bosom." 
Negroid  tendencies  of  this  little  theatre  off- 
spring are  coming  to  the  fore.  "Appearances, ' ' 
by  the  bell  boy  prodigy  is  next.  It  won't  be 
long  now. 

The  President:  ""The  Shannons  of  Broad- 
way.'" Amusing  tactics  of  a  pair  of  small 
time  vaudevillans  in  a  still  smaller  town. 

The  Alcazar:  "New  Brooms.""  The  bets  are 
fifty  to  one  that  this  will  run  till  Henry 
Duffy  takes  over  the  Green  Street  Theatre. 

The  Green  Street  Theatre:  '"Love  a  la 
Carle."  A  typically  American-Jewish  pro- 
duction of  a  French  play  in  the  centre  of  the 
Italian  quarter. 

MOVIES 

Embassy:  AI  Jolson  in  "The  Jazz  Singer."  A 
two-hour  entertainment  on  the  marvelous 
Vitaphone  which  allows  you  to  sec  and  hear 
the  characters  at  the  same  time. 

California:  "The  Divine  Lady."  It's  Greta 
Garbo  this  season. 

St.  Francis:  "Ramona.  "  Dolores  Del  Rio  is 
the  principal  excuse  for  the  new  version. 

Warfield:  If  you  don't  go  this  theatre  will  be 
filled  nevertheless.  It's  that  kind  of  a  show- 
place. 

Granada:  Fanehon  and  Marco  expend  their 
most  powerful  brain  waves  at  this  theatre. 


MUSIC 

March  2  and  4,  Symphony  Pair — Hertz,  con- 
ductor: Berkova,  solist. 

March  5,  Sigrid  Onegin  in  recital — Audito- 
rium. 

March  6,  Pop  Concert  at  Auditorium — Bauer, 
solist. 

March  10,  Pop  Concert. 

March  15  and  17,  Symphony  Pair — Hertz, 
conductor. 

March  13,  "Aida,"  in  Oakland — Chicago 
Opera  Co, 

March  14,  "Resurrection,"  in  Oakland — 
Chicago  Opera  Co. 

March  15,  "Gioconda,  "  in  Oakland — Chicago 
Opera  Co. 

March  lb,  "Snowmaiden,  "  in  Oakland — 
Chicago  Opera  Co. 

March  24.  Pop  Concert  at  Curran  Theatre. 

K'Iarch  27,  Persinger  String  Quartet  at  Com- 
munity Playhouse. 

March  30,  Symphony  Pair — Curran  Theatre 
— Hertz  conducting. 


ART 

COURTESY  OF  THE  ARGUS 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie:  Through  March  5, 
water  colors  and  pastels  by  Valere  de  Mari. 
March  lb  to  20,  oils  and  drawings  by  Ham- 
ilton Wolf.  Starting  March  2 1 ,  water  colors, 
drawings  and  wood  carvings  by  Robert 
Boardman  Howard,  Charles  Houghton 
Howard  and  John  Langley  Howard. 

Bohemian  Club:  To  March  4,  annual  exhibi- 
tion by  artist  members. 

California  School  of  Fine  Arts:  March  5 
to  17,  wood  carvings  and  drawings  by  Gjura 
Stojana. 

East  West  Gallery  :  March  6  to  26.  sketches 
and  paintings  by  Chiura  Obata.  Starting 
March  27,  paintings  by  Harold  English. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery:  March  5  to  17,  etch- 
ings, paintings  and  pencil  sketches  by  Jan 
and  Cora  Gordon. 

Junior  League  Shop:  Pastel  portraits  of 
children  by  Miss  Wyn  George. 

Persian  Art  Centre:  Persian  Fine  Arts  from 
the  collection  of  Dr.  Ali-Kuli  Khan. 


DINING  AND  DANCING 
The  Mark  Hopkins:  The  fourteen  months' 
old  prodigy.  What  tricks  it  could  teach  its 
elders! 

Juncletown:  502  Broadway.  San  Francisco 
may  be  blanketed  in  fog  or  drenched  with 
rain  but  there's  always  this  tropical  refuge. 

Belle  De  Graf:  Around  corner  from  Palace 
A  lady  practicing  what  she  has  so  long 
preached. 

Fairmont:  Rudy  Sieger's  fiddle,  the  perennia 
attraction. 

Alladin  Studio:  363  Sutter.  Bohemianism  a 
la  carte.  Noisy  but  nice,  if  you  know  what 
we  mean. 

Temple  Bar  Tea  Room:  No.  I  Tillmin  Place 
Try  to  get  in. 

St.  Francis:  The  spring  cleaning  in  progress 
proves  promising. 

Tait's  at  the  Beach:  Its  lure  cannot  be  denied. 

The  Palace:  The  Rose  Room  blossomed  earlier 
than  usual  this  season. 

Russian  Tea  Room:  IOOI  Vallejo  Street.  Rus- 
sian food,  cigarettes,  candy  and  dancing  at 
western  charges. 

Julius'  Castle:  302  Greenwich  Street.  Hang- 
ing ofi  the  side  of  Telegraph  Hill.  We'll 
watch  the  food  and  view  against  anything 
else  in  town. 

Francis  Tea  Room:  315  Sutter  Street.  To  go 
once  is  to  go  again. 

Mamnaru  Tei  :  54b  Grant  Avenue.  Japanese 
food  in  the  heart  of  Chinatown. 

The  Loggia:  127  Grant  Avenue.  The  place  is 
as  charming  as  its  hostess.  We  can't  say  more. 

The  Clift  Roof  Lounge:  With  the  whole 
world  at  its  feet. 


ESTABLISHED  1852 


SHREVE  &  COMPANY 


JEWELERS  and  SILVERSMITHS. 


Post  Street  at  Grant  Avenue 


San  F 


rancisco 


As  seen 
Her 


Hat  pins! 

I  saw  them  today Inthreedif- 

ferent  stores  ...  in  a  dozen  different 

shapes  and  sizes. 

Su'itches! 

Hundreds  of  them  plus  all  manner 
of  methods  for  disguising  that  female 
folly  .  .  .  the  sha\ed  neck. 
Corsets! 

Windows  full  ofthem.  Shops  stocked 
with  them.  Dow  agers  and  debutantes 
being  fitted  to  them. 
Bustles! 

Every  other  e\ening  gown  has  or 
hints  of  one. 
Waistlines! 

Ubiquitous  as  flower  stands  on 
Grant  Avenue. 

The  meaning  of  it  all?  That  well 
known  pendulum,  my  darling,  is 
swinging  back  with  a  \engeance 

A  few  months  ago  a  prominent  girl- 
about-town  would  sw  agger  from  party 
to  night  club,  from  night  club  to 
speakeasy.  Shorn  of  hair,  flat  of 
figure,  alwaysacigarette  in  her  mouth, 
her  monogramed  flask  on  her  escort's 
hip.  Her  talk  bristled  with  round 
oaths.  She  was  nothing  if  not  wise 
and  worldly.  The  favorite  lass  to 
drink  with  the  lads. 

Last  night  she  ,  .  .  wafted  .  ,  .  is 
the  word  .  .  .  into  a  party.  Her  hair 
swept  her  shoulders,  held  back  by 
two  childish  combs.  Her  rustly  rose 
taffeta  touched  the  floor.  Wee  black 
velvet  bows  banded  her  wrists.  She 


w  as  quaint  and  cunning.  What  s  more, 
most  fearfully  in  style. 

For  ...  to  be  fashionable  this 
Spring  is  to  be  FEMININE.  Kip- 
ling's famous  "lamb-like,  pick-me- 
up-or-I-die  "  type  is  the  wistful  aim 
of  the  vanishing  mad-modern. 

It  s  been  many  a  moon  since  the 
shops  had  such  a  chance  and  they're 
making  the  most  of  helping  the  so- 
called  weaker  ones  emphasize  their 
sex. 

At  the  White  House  I  even  saw 
fans.  Not  bizarre  feathered  ones  in 
scarlet  or  purple  but  tiny  real  lace 
ones,  suggestive  of  shy,  downcast 
eyes  and  the  tricks  of  another  genera- 
tion. 

And  to  complete  the  picture  Frank 
Mores  Shoe  Shop  shows  stockings 
w  ith  inserts  of  sheer  lace,  or  embroi- 
dered, and  a  few,  daintily  patterned 
in  pearls. 

Le.xy  Graham's  shop,  catering  to 
the  youthful  mode,  has  fluffy-ruffled 
frocks  galore.  Answers  to  any  maiden's 
prayer.  Lexy  Graham,  by  the  way,  is 
a  newcomer,  a  pretty  and  gracious 
addition  to  the  Avenue,  with  a  sure 
sense  of  what  is  smart. 

Another  small  shop  worth  looking 
into  is  Esther  Rothschild's  on  Geary 
Street.  Yes,  it  s  the  same  Esther 
Rothschild  you've  bought  so  many 
clever  hats  from  for  so  many  years. 
She's  out  to  add  another  feather  to 
her  cap   for  she   has   remodeled   her 


shop  to  include  an  exclusive  gown 
department.  If  \ou  want  to  know  the 
full  meaning  of  that  word  .  .  .  exclu- 
sive ...  let  her  show  you  her  Spring 
stock.  Refershing  as  flowers  you'll  not 
find  their  duplicate  anywhere  in  town. 

Speaking  of  the  vogue  for  the  quaint 
and  old  fashioned.  Have  you  a  faded 
old  daguerreotype  tucked  away  in  a 
drawer.  Every  one  has'  Mine  was  of 
a  great,  great,  great  aunt,  a  lovely 
lady  with  prim  curls  and  long  droop- 
ing gold  earrings.  The  picture  was 
blurred  to  a  misty  shadow  until  a 
friend  suggested  I  get  better  ac- 
quainted with  her  by  taking  her  to 
Holly  Todd's  Studio.  I  did.  Now  she 
smiles  down  at  me  from  my  bedroom 
wall,  every  tendril  of  her  curls  as  clear 
as  though  the  picture  had  been  taken 
yesterday. 

Both  Esther  Rothschild  and  Lexy 
Graham  are  going  to  have  to  look  to 
their  laurels  for  the  fact  that  "Ernes- 
tine's "  shop  in  opening  in  The  City  of 
Paris  is  of  more  than  passing  interest. 
"Ernestine's  "  has  a  gold  star  after  it 
in  the  rating  of  the  shopper  for  the 
thing  that  is  "too  perfect,  my  dear!  " 

Down  in  Palo  Alto  another  member 
of  the  Reigning  Dynasty  seeks  to 
outdo  her  more  professional  competi- 
tors. Gertrude  Gregory  has  opened  a 
sports  wear  shop  at  472  University 
Avenue.  It's  small  but  can  boast  of 
quality    for   anything   that    it   might 

(Continued  to  Page  36) 


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SHREVE, TREAT  & 

EACRET 

ONE-THREE-SIX  GEARY  STREET 


The  House  and  Its  Master 

In  the  Middle  Ages,  trophies  and  banners  were  hung  in  the  great 
halls  to  tell  oi  the  achievements  of  the  lord  ot  the  castle. 

Today,  in  a  less  ostentatious  way,  the  home  reflects  the  accom- 
plishments and  culture  of  its  owner.  Our  decorators  have  at  their 
command  rarely  flne  collections  of  furnishings  from  which 
selections  may  be  made,  and  the  skill  and  taste  to  give  individ- 
uality to  the  decorative  scheme. 


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CITIZENS 
OF  SAN  FRANCISCO! 

The  107  relief  and  welfare  agen- 
cies making  up  the  Qommunity 
Qiest  require  $2,250,000  to  carry 
on  their  work  this  year.  Thou- 
sands of  needy  families  are  aided. 
Girls  are  cared  for  in  rescue 
homes.  Boys  are  kept  from  paths 
of  crime.  The  ill  and  unfortunate 
are  nursed  back  to  health.  Your 
contributions  make  this  human- 
itarian work  possible.  The  an- 
nual appeal  is  now  under  way. 

PLEDGE 

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SAN  fliANCISCAN 


Once  Again  The  Opera 

We  Make  A  Plea  for  Fresh  Modernity  for  the  1928  Season 

By  CARTER  MILLIS 


THE  San  Francisco  Opera  Asso- 
ciation is,  of  course,  already  oc- 
cupying itself  with  this  year's 
season  affairs.  One  cant,  it  seems, 
grasp  their  forelock  too  early;  for  the 
history  of  opera-producing  is  charac- 
terized hy  uncertainties,  and  managers 
have  to  begin  betimes  to  harden  them- 
selves properly  to  the  series  of  rear- 
rangements in  repertories  and  singers 
that  inevitably  prelude  anything  like 
finality.  One  sprinkles  the  salt  of  con- 
tract on  the  song-bird's  tail  only  to 
find,  at  the  last  moment,  that  its  cap- 
turing effect  is  dissipated  by  the  cas- 
ualties which  so  strangely  seize  the 
species  at  a  critical  moment.  Where  it 
is  not  a  matter  of  afflicted  vocal  cords 
and  sudden  physical  collapses  there 
looms  some  sensibility  that  expresses 
itself  in  a  nicely  worded  regret-I- 
cannot-be-with-you  telegram.  And  so 
the  cards  have  another  shuffle,  and 
re-announcements  take  their  usual 
course  of  treading  on  each  others' 
heels,  leaving  one  to  speculate,  up  to 
the  brink  of  the  season  itself,  as  to 
who  and  what  one  is  actually  going  to 
hear 

The  sense  of  grievance  that  this  en- 
genders in  the  public,  not  properly 
appreciativeofall  the  hazards  of  roster 
and  repertoire  making,  has  no  doubt 
something  to  do  with  the  policy  of  our 
local  organization  not  to  "give  out' 
any  too  premature  information  as  to 
season  designs.  It  is  not  pleasant  to 
the  conscientious-minded  individuals 


who  compose  the  direction  to  be  taxed 
with  not  fulfilling  what  they  promise, 
and  last  year  was  not  without  its 
thorns  in  that  respect.  Yet  for  all  this 
tongue-tiedness  certain  rumors  as  to, 
at  least,  their  intentions  for  the  season 
have  taken  broadcast  form.  There  is, 
after  all.  that  little  bird  which,  from 
time  immemorial,  has  been  so  discon- 
certingly active  in  bringing  resolves  of 
muteness  to  naught. 

It  I  ■i 
According,  then,  to  its  pipings. 
jC~\_  one  may  count  on  an  extension 
of  the  season,  if  not  on  an  increase, 
over  last  year,  in  the  number  of  oper- 
atic performances.  This  will  be  wel- 
come to  everybody  and  especially  to 
season  subscribers.  Grand  opera,  as 
some  maintain,  may  be  the  consum- 
mate expression  of  musical  art,  pos- 
sessing, as  it  does,  a  combination  of 
sense  appeals,  but  the  fact  does  not 
lessen  the  tax  imposed  by  having  to 
drink  in  its  joys  practically  every 
night  for  two  weeks,  which  is  what 
has  so  far  been  asked  of  its  main  sup- 
porters here.  The  effect  was  like  the 
oft-instanced  pheasant-a-day  diet, 
leaving  one,  when  the  orgy  was  over, 
with  a  sense  of  satiety  that,  this  year, 
recorded  itself,  it  may  be,  in  the  in- 
difference with  which  San  Francisco 
opera  devotees  viewed  the  omission 
of  their  city  in  the  California  tournee 
of  the  Chicago  Civic  Opera  Company. 
One  still  rested  under  the  burden  of 
the  last  season  strain.  If  it  is  only  a 


rumor  that  the  coming  season  will  be 
spread  over  a  great  area  of  time,  it  is 
devoutly  to  be  hoped  that  the  rumor 
is  true — that  the  Association  will  at 
last  have  mercy  on  season-subscriber's 
limitations  of  opera  endurance.  One 
should  not  expect  more  of  them  than 
what  New  York  or  Chicago  opera 
companies  do  of  their  box-holders. 

Many  of  them  prefer  less  old-school 
Italian  opera  than  they  are  likely  to 
get.  The  Association  has,  of  course, 
to  consider  an  Italian  element  here 
that  expects  it  and  unfortunately  ex- 
tends its  patronage  to  nothing  beyond 
native  art.  Its  problem  remains  that 
"balanced"  repertoire  which  aims  to 
please  everybody  and  too  often  suc- 
ceeds, instead,  of  satisfying  no  one. 
With  the  inevitable  old  Verdi  favorites 
some  repeats  of  previous  seasons  in 
other  fields  must,  too,  be  anticipated, 
especially  where  the  sets  and  costumes 
have  represented  great  outlay.  For 
that  reason  "Vladame  Butterfly" — 
the  costly  scenery  of  which,  the  work 
of  the  Japanese  artist,  Obati,  is  as 
charming  as  any  owned  by  the  Asso- 
ciation— may  figure  among  the  "re- 
vivals." And  "Turandot"  certainly, 
not  only  by  the  same  token  but 
because,  as  hearsay  has  it,  Jeritza  is 
to  sing  and  the  public  will  wish  to 
hear  her  in  the  princess  role,  which 
owes  its  fame  mainly  to  her  vitaliza- 
tion  of  it.  Her  presence  will  also  ensure 
the  giving  of  some  of  her  other  lead. 

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The   San   Franciscan 

1101 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


PASSING  the  Montj^omcry  Street 
entrance  of  the  Palace  the  other 
day  we  found  a  ragged  newsboy  w ith 
a  huge  dog  of  careless  parentage  under 
his  arm.  We  asked  him  if  he  wanted 
to  sell  it.  He  said  ' '^'es."  We  asked 
the  price  and  he  said  $1000.  We  de- 
clined to  purchase,  although  we 
appreciated  that  the  \alue  of  a  dog  is 
often  in  the  point  of  \iew    However 


5 

that  was  Monday.  Wednesday  we 
stopped  again  to  buy  a  morning  paper ; 
we  have  to  buy  so  many  papers  since 
we  acquired  that  share  of  Bancitaly. 
The  dog  was  gone  but  the  boy  had 
two  scraw  ny  alley  cats.  We  asked  him 
what  had  happened  to  his  hound-dog 
and  he  answered  that  he  had  sold  it 
for  $1000.  We  gasped.  "Do  you  mean 
to  say,  "  we  demanded,  "that  you  got 
$1000— for  that  dog:'" 

"Not  exactly,"  said  the  boy  as  he 
handed  us  our  paper.  "You  see  I 
traded  him  for  these  two  $500  cats." 

«      «      « 

FROM  our  Hollywood  correspon- 
dent: It  concerns  the  same  ex- 
tremely important  producer  who 
when  informed  of  the  difficulties  of 
producing  "The  Captive"  on  account 
of  the  chief  character  being  a  Lesbian 
instructed  the  intellectuals  of  the 
scenario  department  to  change  the 
woman's  nationality. 

Recently  this  producer  was  being 
sued  by  a  prominent  author  who 
charged  his  scenario  department  was 
guilty  of  plagarism.  The  case  having 
been  tried  by  the  court  the  decision 
was  given.  The  attorney  for  the  pro- 
ducer rushed  to  the  studio  and  breath- 
lessly informed  the  producer  "that 
justice  had  triumphanted." 

Minutes  of  intense  thought.  Then 
with  lighted  face  and  a  large  smile, 

"Repeal  the  case!"  ordered  the 
producer. 

t      i      « 

RICHARD  Cramer,  w  ho  approaches 
^  genius  in  "Broadw  ay,"  por- 
traying Detective  Dan  McCorn  of 
the  homicide  squad,  has  been  made  a 
full-fledged  member  of  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Police  Force  by  Chief  Dan 
O  Brien,  w  ith  the  knowledge  and  con- 
sent of  the  police  commission. 


"Most  stage  stuff  makes  the  cop  a 
dumb  bell,  but  Cramer  could  fit  in 
with  our  department  any  time,"  the 
chief  is  quoted  as  commenting,  upon 
the  occasion  of  administering  the 
Police  Offlcer's  Oath  to  the  actor. 

And  never  was  truer  word  spoken! 
Cramer  played  his  part  in  a  manner 
to  bring  fear  and  trembling  to  any 
criminal  who  might  have  been  among 
the  audience.  What  is  more,  during 
the  entire  performance  of  three  acts 
he  makes  no  arrest  whatsoever,  there- 
by perfecting  the  dramatization  of  a 
typical  detective. 

«       *      » 

WHEN  we  do  not  attend  auctions 
our  favorite  weakness  is  listen- 
ing to  street-spielers.  Alas,  the  day  of 
Indian  Tiger  Fat,  guaranteed  to  cure 
kidney  trouble,  than  which,  gentle- 
men, no  disease  has  so  cut  down  our 
manhood,  is  gone.  But  there  remains 
the  vacant  lot  merchants  who  operate 
off  the  Civic  Center.  There  was  one, 
the  other  day,  up  near  a  pet-store 
depot,  who  was  leisurely  and  with 
surgical  finesse,  skinning  an  ex-boa 
constrictor.  We  watched  him  as  he 
stripped  enough  tough  boa  hide  to 
cover  a  thousand  potential  cigarette 
lighters, 

"I've  go  no  use  for  boa  constric- 
tors, "  he  remarked,  as  his  knife  skill- 
fully traveled  down  the  tesselated 
skin  "They're  worthless  except  for 
their  hides.  I  don't  mind  skinning 
rattlesnakes,  though.  There's  meat 
on  them.  Rattlers  are  the  real  table 
snake   " 

*■      «      « 

WALKING  through  the  lobby  of 
the  Fairmont  last  week  we 
were  intrigued  by  the  paintings  of 
Josef  Sigall.  "^  ou  know  he  has  a  one- 
man  show  up  there  of  his  most  recent 
canvasses,  ^'oung  society  matrons 
and  things  like  that.  Also  a  canvas  of 


Calvin  Coolidgc.  Very  interesting'  In 
fact  we  overheard  the  conversation  of 
a  dowager  who  reads  without  glasses 
but  cannot  see  a  painting  without  her 
lorgnon.  She  stopped  before  the  Cool- 
idge  painting  and  then  turned  with 
an  air  of  approval  to  her  companion. 


"Excellent,  "  she  said  with  finality. 
"Excellent!    Really    remarkable!    'A' 
speaking  image!  " 

Simply  another  case  of  the  imita- 
tion being  truer  to  life  than  the  origi- 
nal. 

*       i       » 

SPEAKING  of  the  arts,  we  feel  that 
next  to  humoring  a  tempera- 
mental prima  donna,  the  greatest 
task  of  an  actor-manager  must  be  to 


control  the  vagaries  of  ambitious 
society  thespians.  We  sometimes 
wonder  that  "Reggie"  Travers  and 
his  ilk  do  not  die  in  their  youth.  The 
strain  must  be  terrible, 

Travers,  however,  is  a  genius  of 
tact. 

It  was  only  the  other  night  that  a 
post-debutant  with  histrionic  urge 
peered  over  the  footlights  at  rehearsal 
and  said: 

"Oh,  Mr.  Travers,  I  have  the  most 
awful  habit  of  protruding  my  neck, 
if  you  know  what  I  mean   " 

"Reggie,  "  his  consciousness  in- 
volved in  myriad  details,  went  right 
on  adjusting  the  rising  of  the  moon  as 
he  replied: 

"O,  that  can  easily  be  broken." 

Which  makes  us  wonder  what  has 
happened  to  Nazimova. 
t      I      ^ 

An  enlightening  picture  of  life  and 
J\  culture  in  San  Francisco  in  old 
copy  of  the  "Daily  Alta  California," 
printed  in  April  18bl. 

Civic  pride  in  San  Francisco  in 
18bl  is  demonstrated  in  the  columns 
of  the  Alta  with  the  announcement 
that  "Another  fire  engine  has  been 
imported.  San  Francisco  now  has 
three  steam  fire  engines.  " 

The  conductor  of  the  "city  items" 
column,  bemoans  the  good  old  days 
of  San  Francisco  in  1852  when  the 
gentlemen  of  the  press  "had  a  pair  of 
navy  colt's  and  sometimes  a  bowie 
for  our  inseparable  companions. 
Then,"  he  wrote,  "San  Francisco 
was  as  noisy  all  night  as  it  is  by  day 
now  (1861).  Rows  of  lights  along  the 
streets  marked  the  public  gaming 
saloons  and  barrooms,   whose  doors 


never  closed.  Con\ival  parties  roamed 
the  town,  making  night  hideous  with 
their  drunken  brawls.  .  .  .  The  dulcet 
note  of  the  pistol  could  he  heard  at 
intervals,  particularly  when  the  inde- 
pendent citizens  were  preparing  for 
their  annual  political  forays  at  the 
ballot  bo.\." 

Special  note  was  given  to  the  price 
of  liquor  of  the  early  fifties.  "Then," 
the  reporter  declared,  "spirituous 
liquors  were  25  cents  a  glass.  Now 
they  are  somewhat  reduced  in  price — 
and  quality." 

The  advertising  columns,  which 
monopolized  half  of  the  paper,  if  re- 
produced today,  with  their  numerous 
advertisements  of  tonics,  champagne 
and  barrels  of  whisky,  would  carry  a 
healthy  shock  to  Volstead. 

Auction  sales,  mining  notices  and 
announcements  of  the  sailings  ol 
"Clipper  Barques"  made  up  most  of 
the  advertising  matter. 

One  ad  announced  that  "the  camels 
w  hich  arrived  last  year  are  now  thor- 
oughly acclimated  and  can  be  pur- 
chased upon  application."  In  another 
ad,  the  superiorities  of  the  services  of 
one  "Smith  O.  Neal,  chimney  sweep" 
are  set  forth  in  verse. 

The  society  columns  carry  a  para- 
graph announcing  that  "The  Dash- 
aways  Society  uill  have  a  meeting 
this  evening  and  George  Barstow, 
Esq.,  will  address  the  members  on 
"Drunkenness  and  Delirium  Tre- 
mens . 

"There  is  no  local  news  of  im- 
portance. David  Webber,  shot  by 
Howard  in  a  street  fight  about  a 
town  lot,  died  on  the  3rd  inst.  Web- 
ber, who  was  a  man  of  violent  and 
turbulent  habits,  was  considered  to 
have  provoked  the  dif^culty  and, 
Howard  was  by  public  consent  ac- 
quitted of  blame.  Seven  balls  were 
cut  from  the  body  of  the  deceased, 
two  of  them  having  been  shot  in  by 
Howard,  and  the  balance  on  previons 
occasions,  he  having  been  engaged  in 
frequent  brawls  and  fights." 
*      «      « 

Among  our  mail  this  morning  we 
y~V  found  a  letter  from  a  Los  Ange- 
les correspondent  suggesting  that  we 


the  Teutonic  president  of  a  European 
Birth  Control  League  became  the 
parent  of  triplets.  Not  that  we  suggest 
Los  Angeles  has  spinster-like  attri- 
butes, nor  a  philoprogenitive  urge, 
but  when  we  consider  the  fate  of  mi- 
gratory lowans  who  needs  must  ford 
the  gutters  of  the  southern  city  in  hip 
boots  during  "high  mists"  then  we 
can't  help  but  feel  their  lack  of  un- 
derstanding when  they  persist  in 
bellowing  "Cloudburst"  when  a  deli- 
cate haze  diffuses  the  San  Francisco 
sunset. 

*      t.      « 

WE  spent  a  horrible  hour  attend- 
ing the  oratorical  fireworks  of 
one  of  our  local  high  schools  as  editor- 
guest  of  the  P.  T.  A.  last  week.  We 
say  horrible  because  our  gentle  nature 
shri\'els  up  when  we  see  the  panther 


^v^  OR  -Y  HOR 


change  our  name  from  The  San  Fran- 
ciscan to  "The  Fog  Horn."  History 
repeats  itself.  Spinsters  become  pedi- 
atrists;  and  it  was  only  yesterday  that 


■7—1 — »    V    >    \    V    \    \   V,    ^ 


eyes  of  the  mothers  guarding  their 
young.  There  uas  one  feline  mother 
whose  neighbor  s  son  was  reading  a 
profound  treatise  in  the  manner  of  a 
Victorian  rendition  of  "The  Light 
Brigade."  The  two  mothers  watched 
one  another  with  kindly  fire  in  their 
eyes  during  the  reading,  the  mother 
who  was  not  the  mother  of  the  lad 
pinching  her  neighbor's  arm  during 
the  dissertation  to  whisper  "I  do  hope 
he  doesn't  forget  his  lines  "  And  then, 
to  exemplify  a  true  Christian  enthu- 
siasm, when  the  reading  was  com- 
pleted she  cried:  "Author!  Author!  " 
«      «      «  . 

Alicia  says  that  San  Francisco  is 
./\_  not  what  it  used  to  be.  There 
was  a  time  when  one  met  interesting 
people  and  went  interesting  places, 
but  now  The  City  is  trying  to  grow  up 
and  its  growing  pains  haven't  done  it 
any  good.  She  says  she  remembers 
when  Will  Irwin  and  Frank  Norris 
used  to  eat  up  at  the  Tour  Eiffel. 
"And,"  she  asked,  "do  you  recall  the 
night  we  climbed  Russian  Hill  with 
Clarence  Urmy^  " 

Indeed  we  remember!  Clarence 
Urmy  in  his  quaint  little  black  fedora, 
his  sensitive  white  hands  and  his 
piercing,  all-seeing  eyes!  We  used  to 
call  him  the  California  Troubadour; 
folks  said  he  was  the  first  native-born 
Californian  to  publish  a  volume  of 
California  poetry.  Of  course  in  those 
days  Urmy  was  publishing  his  verse 
in  every  important  magazine  in  the 


The   San   Franciscan 

till 

land.  It  was  only  yesterday  that  we 
met  Austin  Sperry  coming  out  of  the 
Palace  and  he  stopped  to  tell  us  that 
this  is  the  seventieth  anniversary  of 
the  poet's  birth,  and  that  some  of  his 
old  friends, — he  and  Dean  (Jresham 
and  Carton  Keyston  and  others  are 
even  now  planning  a  Clarence  Urmy 
Memorial.  It  is  to  be  known  as  the 
Clarence  Urmy  Award  and  is  to  be  in 
the  form  of  an  annual  cash  prize  for 
the  best  original  poem  submitted  to 
the  English  Department  by  a  student 
of  Stanford  University.  The  fund  is 
being  raised  among  Urmy's  admirers 
and  the  contributions  are  unsolicited, 
but  it  seems  that  everybody  who 
counts  has  been  sending  their  share 
in  to  Austin  at  his  office,  30 1  Brannan 
Street,  and  Sperry  asked  us  to  pass  the 
word  along.  It  is  a  wonderful  thing 
to  remember  the  good  and  kindly 
dreamers  who  lived  to  make  life  a 
little  more  sane.  These  are  the  things 
that  make  us  think  Alicia  is  wrong; 
The  City  has  not  changed  so  very 
much  after  all. 


SOME  of  us  tune  for  distance  on  our 
radios;  some  of  us  trump  our 
partner's  tricks,  and  others  leave  our 
cigarettes  smoking  in  the  ash-trays. 
We  all  have  a  besetting  sin.  However, 
we  put  above  all  other  weaknesses  the 
craving  to  attend  auctions.  We  are 
weak  to  a  painful  degree;  we  have 
even  been  tempted  to  bid  when  our 
pocketbooks  were  empty  and  have 
sighed  with  moral  relief  when  a  more 
courageous  customer  has  outbid  us. 
We  once  hid  Ten  Dollars  for  a  set  of 
Benvenuto  Cellini  that  was  knocked 
down  for  Two  Hundred  Dollars.  We 
didn't  even  blush.  But  to  get  to  our 
story: 

We  attended  an  auction  on  Sutter 
Street  recently.  The  sale  articles 
included  a  portion  of  the  famous 
Marshall  Field  Collection  of  Antiques. 


We  were  particularly  intrigued  by 
two  lost  souls  who  could  not  under- 
stand why  a  particularly  lovely  old 
chest  brought  such  a  high  price.  But 
the  erudite  salesman  suavely  ex- 
plained that  that  was  not  a  high  price 
for  such  a  choice  specimen.  "Why,  "  he 
explained,  "that's  genuine  Marshall 
Field!" 

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The   San   Franciscan 

1121 


Amor  Amour  Amore 

Proving  That  All  Things  Come  to  Him  Who  Waits 

By  HOWARD  G.  MANNING 


THE  shadow  of  ash  blonde  hair 
on  her  cheek  was  like  the 
breath  of  October  on  a  rose 
tree.  Autumn,  a  little  tragic,  her  hair 
was  beautiful,  and  all  beautiful 
things  are  a  little  tragic.  She  had 
autumnal  hair  and  eyes,  eyes  incred- 
ibly gray  at  whose  corners  the  flesh 
was  tinted  a  sepia  brown.  A  mouth 
like  a  nocturne,  twisted  a  little  as 
though  from  some  sweet  pain,  a  noc- 
turne of  Chopin  drenched  with  moon- 
light 

He  was  becoming  abnormal,  he 
thought.  He  was  in  love,  he  guessed. 
"I  am  in  love  with  you,  '  he  said  to 
her.  "I  love  you.  I  think  I  know 
really  nothing  about  you  except  that 
you  had  a  husband  once,  and  that 
you  like  chamber  music  which  bores 
me  unutterably.  (But  these  facts 
don't  matter  much  in  love  do  they? 
Whether  you  had  freckles,  or  a  crip- 
pled grandmother,  lived  in  Texas  or 
Turkestan,  what  matter.  Besides  I 
want  to  talk  about  you  and  me — not 
just  you.)  At  first  I  thought  you  in- 
teresting and  amusing,  not  because 
of  your  intellect.  I  haven't  the  slight- 
est idea  that  you  have  an  intellect — 
you  say  so  little,  "^'ou  are  like  autumn  " 
— he  checked  himself  and  laughed  a 
little.  "I  am  getting  lyrical.  In  all  my 
years  at  school  I  loathed  poetry,  now 
I  think  of  nothing  but  Swinburne  and 
Verlaine.  That  is  because  of  you.  At 
first  I  was  curious — about — your 
embrace.  Now  that  doesn't  matter. 
I've  got  to  own  you;  I'm  jealous  of 
you.  I've  got  to  own  you,  for  then  it 
wouldn't  bother  me  if  you  were  beau- 
tiful. I  want  you  to  marry  me" — he 
rushed  on.  "I  know  nothing  of  your 
life  except  that  you  like  chamber 
music  and — "  "Chicory  salad,"  she 
interposed.  "Yes.  Imagine,  we  should 
never  have  met,  most  probably  if 
you  hadn't  liked  chicory  salad.  You 
wouldn't  have  been  in  that  little 
Italian  restaurant.  And  if  I  hadn't  liked 
absinthe  I  shouldn't  have  been  there. 
I  don't  need  absinthe  now,  for  I'm 
not  bored.  Will  you  marry  me?  You 
know  all  about  me.  Decent  family. 
1  m  not  terribly  rich  as  some  people 
seem  to  think.  But  enough" — He 
was  young  and  nonplussed.  "I'm  in 
love  with  you.  My  mother  would 
like  you,  I'm  sure.  I — " 

"I  am,  at  least,  five  years  older 
than  you,  silly.  " 


"What  difference  does  that  make^ 
That  doesn't  matter.  I  love  you." 

She  laughed.  That  hurt  him.  He 
did  not  like  that.  "I  am  highly  hon- 
ored by  what  you  say  but — '  He 
made  a  gesture  of  annoyance.  "I  am 
so  accustomed  to  older  men,  men 
with  the  lines  of — of  life  about  their 
eyes.  I've  never  thought  of  \ou  in 
that  way." 

*      «      t 

HE  was  horribly  hurt.  Her  awfully 
gray  eyes  looked  into  the  dis- 
tance. What  did  they  express  ^Stupid- 
ity, perhaps.  No,  he  loved  her.  She 
was  cloaked  in  a  feminine  quietness 
that  suggested  great  knowledge  of 
mysterious  womanly  things  that  no 
man  could  ever  understand.  "How- 
have  you  thought  of  me,  then''"  he 
was  anxious  to  ask,  but  was  afraid 
to.  Manifestly,  she  had  not  thought  at 
all,  had  just  tolerated  him.  He  was 
someone  to  have  tea  with,  to  dine 
with,  to  take  her  to  concerts,  some- 
one to  dispel  loneliness,  she  seemed 
to  know  none  else.  He  was  miserable. 

"I'm  sorry  I  cant  dine  with  you 
tonight,  as  I  promised,'  she  said, 
with  that  far-away  look  in  her  gray 
eyes  that  was  either  stupidity  or — 
or  autumnal.  He  was  going  mad. 
Where  had  he  got  that  word  ~! 

■"But  we  had  planned  tonight,  "  he 
argued,  ashamed  of  his  lack  of  dig- 
nity. 

"Some  night  next  week.  I'm  sorry. 
Telephone  me," 

He  put  her  in  a  cab.  He  had  not 
ruffled  her  placidity  with  his  declara- 
tion. He  hated  her,  loathed  her,  al- 
ways calm,  unruffled,  like  her  hair. 
He  could  not  imagine  her  with  a 
wrinkle  in  her  dress  or  a  spot  on  her 
glove.  He  could  not  imagine  her  with 
a  fire  in  her  eyes,  or  arms  outstretched, 
desiring  something.  That's  why  he 
wanted  to  see  it.  Why  did  he  want 
her^  She  was  flat  and  dull,  most 
likely.  He  was  in  a  blind  fury.  \'es, 
he  would  see  her  next  week  But  un- 
til next  week,  a  long  week  end.  Next 
week,  he'd  see.  But  next  week  was 
four  days  off.  How  could  he  live? 
What  to  do!'  Home,  sleep.  If  he  took 
enough  veronal  to  sleep  for  four  days. 
No,  four  days  and  nights  with  noth- 
ing to  do.  How  had  he  passed  the 
days  and  nights  before  he  had  met 
her?  Besides  he  could  not  call  her  on 
Monday.    He'd    have    to    wait    until 


Tuesday  at  least.  She  had  done  worse 
than  refuse  his  proposal.  She  had  not 
even  bothered  to  say,  "No,  I  don't 
love  you.  So  young,  silly."  It  was  a 
disgrace  to  be  young.  Each  year  of 
life  must  be  a  service  stripe.  He  could 
understand  that,  if  life  was  like  this, 
bruising  one's  self  esteem,  if  love  w  as 
like  this!  It  must  be  love — for  how 
could  one  suffer  more.  It  was  like 
stretching  one  s  arms  to  the  utter- 
most, then  straining  more  and  more, 
uselessly,  not  grasping  anything,  and 
still  unable  to  cease  the  straining  and 
reaching  and  stretching.  A  lashing 
would  help.  Some  physical  pain.  But 
this  was  physical  pain,  too.  The  heart 
was  a  definite  load  to  carry  and  one 
could  actually  feel  the  exact  spot 
where  it  throbbed  out  its  dull  misery. 

?      i      I 

THREE  absinthes,  four.  They  took 
a  long  time  to  work.  The  cafe 
was  deserted.  It  was  late  afternoon. 
He  stared  at  the  table  where  he  had 
first  seen  her,  eating  a  chicory  salad. 
He  could  not  believe  she  had  been 
there  once.  His  entrails  writhed  with 
a  sudden  spasm  at  the  thought  that 
once  she  was  right  over  there  with 
her  hair  that  was  like  a  whisper  of 
autumn  to  the  pale  roses  that  were 
her  cheeks  and  her  mouth  like  a  noc- 
turne, twisted  a  bit.  She  had  sat 
there  resembling  those  medieval  ladies 
imprisoned  behind  lattices  in  fan- 
tastic lands. 

Autumn,  A  little  tragic.  Another 
absinthe.  He  was  insane.  His  fingers 
grasped  things  tensely.  This  was  an 
obsession.  He'd  get  drunk.  Who  was 
she^  A  woman  who  had  had  a  hus- 
band. She  had  said  that  with  a  laugh. 
A  woman  who  liked  chamber  music 
and  chicory  salad.  No,  she  was  more 
than  that.  She  was  He,  the  more  vital 
half  of  him.  She  was  his  being,  him- 
self. He  was  a  shell  drenched  w  ith  her 
like  a  nocturne  was  drenched  with 
moonlight. 

A  woman  with  white  hair,  dressed 
in  a  brown  and  yellow  printed  dress 
opened  the  door  for  him. 

He  shuffled  in,  '"Fm  drunk,  Marie. 
I'm  horribly  drunk.  Drunk  maybe 
with  absinthe,  maybe  w  ith  something 
else.  Anyway — "He  started  to  cry. 

""Stop  that !  Get  over  here.  It's  been 
a  long  time  since  you  came  to  see  me, 
I  thought  you'd  probably  been  mar- 

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Camera  Portrait  by  Hagemeyer 


NICOLA  I  ORLOFF 


One  of  the  most  talented  pianists  of  the  modern  school.  From  teaching  in  tht  conservatories  of  Moscoiv  this  young  man  wan- 
dered westward  to  the  United  States.  He  has  been  here  two  years,  delighting  the  natives  with  his  individual  technique  as  well 
as  his  agreeable  personality.  While  here  he  played  with  the  San  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra 


The   San    F  r  a  n  c  i  m..  a  n 
f  141 


Believe  It  Or  Not 


The  Moral  Being  Never  Argue  With  a  Jrenime  en  Deshabille 

Ba'  kathryn  hulme 


FUMBLING  ncrvousl\'  with  her 
large  blonde  coif,  jerrs'  managed 
to  pull  a  lacey  underslip  down 
over  Diana  s  head.  Quite  innocently, 
he  had  oftimes  imagined  himself 
dressing  a  lady,  just  for  the  disinter- 
ested joy  of  examining  at  close  range 
the  miraculously  tucked  and  he- 
ribboned  things  ladies  wear.  Now  he 
was  actuall\-  realizing  his  wish  but, 
contrary  to  his  daydreaming,  it  was 
under  the  most  trying  of  circum- 
stances 

The  newsboy  on  the  corner  was 
watching  him  with  the  faintest  sug- 
gestion of  a  leer  on  his  unshaven  face. 
A  passerby  stopped  to  press  a  wet 
nose  against  the  window  while  Jerry 
tied  numerous  small  bows  down  the 
front  of  Diana's  camisole,  his  fingers 
turning  unaccountably  into  many 
large  and  inflexible  thumbs  as  he 
went  along. 

Diana  was  unconcerned  with  his 
tribulations,  intent  as  she  was  on 
reaching  for  what  was  doubtless  her 
rightful  heritage — the  moon 

"You  know,  my  dear,"  Jerry 
abased  his  voice  to  a  mutter.  "If 
you'd  quit  reaching  out  like  that,  I 
might  do  something  with  this  chic 
little  import  you've  got  to  have  on 
under  your  gown.  "  It  steadied  his 
quadrupled  thumbs,  talking  with  her 
like  that. 

Diana  lowered  one  blue-limned 
eyelid  ever  so  slightly. 

"It  pays  to  reach!"  she  whispered 
w  ith  flapper  wisdom. 

"But  until  I  get  some  sort  of  slee\e 
over  that  bare  arm,  I  think  it  a  bit 
indecent  to  stretch  out  so  boldly. 
You  can't  see  over  my  head,  but 
there  are  at  least  six  lecherous  men 
craning  to  get  a  look  at  you.  " 

"Why?"  Diana's  eyes  stared  wide 
w  ith  enquiry. 

"Because  you're  beautiful,"  mum- 
bled Jerry,  slightly  overcome  himself 
with  the  realization.  He  reached  up 
to  adjust  a  strap  over  her  shoulder 
and  his  fingers  trembled. 

"Don't  .  ,  ."  Diana  tittered,  wig- 
gling out  from  under  his  adjustment. 
"It  tickles.  I  can't  stand  to  be  tickled. 
Can  you?" 

Jerry  pretended  not  to  hear  her, 
but  the  auburn  down  on  his  arms 
lifted  perpendicularly  just  as  though 
someone  were  running  a  shiny  finger- 
nail over  the  vertebral  bumps  along 
his  spine. 


"Wait  till  1  get  this  dress  on,  then 
I'll  answer  you,  "  he  said,  grimly 
searching  through  the  folds  for  an 
opening.  The  gown  appeared  to  be 
sewed  up  back,  front  and  sides.  When 
he  found  the  oblong  aperature  at  the 
neck,  he  looked  speculatively  at  the 
great  undulating  coif  of  blonde  hair 
that  had  cost  so  much  money  to  be 
installed  with  all  its  carefully  con- 
trolled waves  and  whorls.   His  eyes. 


THE  DREAM 

By  HAMILTON  Breeze 

O,  if  you  dream  lo  see  a  (plumed  hearse. 
A  sword  and  lule  ufion  the  casket  laid. 
And  on  the  casket  s  side  inscribed  ihii  verse: 
"Here  lies  a  fool:  for  folly  has  he  paid   : 
And  if  you  dream  of  one  who  walks  before 
\Vi//i  shoidders  bowed  and  mourning  in  his 

tread: 
^'  ith  face  like  to  a  face  you  knew  of  yore 
Yet  strangely  masklike,   deathlike  but   un- 

dead: 
And  if  you  dream  these  pass  across  the  wold. 
Into  the  coldness  of  the  U'ind  torn  night. 
.■\nd  that  their  passing  makes  the  cold  more 

cold. 
,\nd    tvild    wind    ivilder    in    its    screaming 

.I'ighl: 
0,  if  they  go  out  quite  beyond  your  ken 
Then  knoiv  my  dream  has  died,  and  only 

then. 


bleary  with  measurements  unto  the 
fourth  dimension,  fell  hack  hopelessly 
upon  the  one-dimensional  hole. 

"You  couldn't  step  through  it, 
could  you?"  It  was  a  forlorn  appeal. 

"Man  alive,  I've  got  hips.  Do  you 
think  I'm  a  snake!' " 

Jerry  blushed,  'till  his  red  hair  was 
all  one  with  his  face.  He  concealed 
his  embarrassment  as  best  he  could 
in  a  long  professional  scrutiny  of  the 
outstretched  arm.  There  was  that  to 
be  considered,  too.  Man-wise,  he 
decided  to  start  the  dress  on  over 
that  horizontal  obstruction. 

"If  only  you'd  lower  your  arm  for 
just  a  moment,"  he  murmured  sadly 

"It  pays  to  reach.  Women  are  born 
reaching.  They  reach  out  all  their 
lives.  They're  not  dead  till  they 
reach  the  grave.  It's  instinctive,  like 
the  floating  tentacles  of  the  octopus.  " 

Jerry  shuddered  slightly  at  her 
simile  as  he  stood  ready  to  lift  the 
dress  over  her  head.  Diana  looked 
archly  into  his  worried  face. 

"Be  careful,  now  y  she  whispered  pro\'- 
ocativelv,  "Don't  muss  mama  s  hair!  " 


HE  tugged  t he  dressdown  abruptly 
to  shut  out  the  blistering  glint 
of  her  eyes.  Turmoil  ensued.  Out  of 
the  folds  of  the  dress  came  moans. 
He  gave  it  another  desperate  pull  and 
it  fell  over  her  shoulders  like  a  circu- 
lar scarf. 

Diana,  blonde  hair  streaming  into 
her  outraged  eyes,  was  \ery  angry 
indeed. 

"Did  you  think  you  were  stuffing 
potatoes  into  a  sack^  "  she  asked 
sarcastically.  "Just  look  at  my  hair! 
It's  ruined.  It's  ruined!  You  clumsy 
farmer!" 

"Please  .  .  .  I'm  sorry.  I  can  fix  it, 
honestly." 

"With  a  rake,  I  suppose." 

"No,  with  my  hands.  Truly,  I  can 
find  a  way."" 

"Find  a  way  indeed.  No'  I"  11  tell 
you  what  you  can  do,  though,  "^'ou 
can  find  a  hair-dresser.  And  then  you 
can  find  the  money  to  pay  the  hill, 
since  you're  in  such  a  Christopher 
Columbus  frame  of  find!" 

"All  right.  And  please  forgive  me. 
It"s  just  that  I"ve  never  dressed  you 
before.  I  know  Fm  clumsy  .  .  .  but 
.  .  .  Fm  a  bachelor.""  Painful  as  the 
admission  was,  Jerry  felt  it  ought  to 
clear  up  everything. 

Diana  pondered  the  revelation 
silently.  Something  in  the  simple  con- 
fession seemed  to  mollify  her. 

""So  youre  a  bachelor,"  she  mur- 
mured in  needless  repetition. 

Jerry  nodded  his  head  mutely  as  he 
bent  to  arrange  the  skirt.  Dianas 
lips  came  close  to  his  ear. 

'"Does  one  have  to  marry  to  be- 
come acquainted  with  womens 
clothes^""  It  was  as  though  she  had 
poured  hot  oil  in  the  tingling  ear. 

All  shakey  and  perspiring,  Jerry 
knelt  hurriedly  out  of  hearing  and 
busied  himself  with  the  disentangling 
of  the  long  train  on  the  gown.  The 
hand  of  Diana's  outstretched  arm 
hung  just  over  his  copper-colored 
hair.  The  pink  ovals  of  her  finger- 
nails sunk  themselves  in  his  burnished 
locks  and  ruffled  them  loxingly,  leav- 
ing little  streaks  of  sensation  burning 
across  his  scalp, 

■'Tit  for  tat!  " 

Jerry  heard  the  siren  laugh  gayly 
as  he  jumped  like  a  shy  horse  offered 
sugar.  Ere  he  regained  his  feet,  he 
felt  the  teasing  hand  lift  out  of  his 

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The   San   Franciscan 

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Famous  Clubs  of  San  Francisco  as  Visualized  by  One  Who  Has  Never  Been  in  Them 

THE  PACIFIC  UNION 


The   San   Franciscan 

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Ears  As  Long  As  Horns 

Upton  Sinclair's  Left  Handed  Bid  for  Sterling's  Legacy 

By  MADEFREY  ODHNER 


FRIENDLINESS  sometimes  is  car- 
ried to  a  point  at  which  it  be- 
comes a  nuisance.  The  Bookman 
reached  this  point,  and  went  a  space 
farther,  in  its  January  number,  when 
{<:  published  twenty-nine  sonnets 
written  by  the  late  George  Sterling 
to  "Craig."  a  lady  who  may  not  be 
an  immortal  subject  for  an  immortal 
poet,  but  who  at  least  has  afforded 
her  husband  an  opportunity  to  make 
an  immortal  ass  of  himself. 

Upton  Sinclair  has  taken  ad\an- 
tage  of  the  community  property  law 
in  his  attempt  to  share  with  his  wife 
the  glory  of  having  received  the  beni- 
son  of  a  great  poet.  One  suspects  that 
Mr.  Sinclair  is  self-congratulatory 
about  the  matter,  for  he  seems  to 
point  to  Sterling's  regard  for  his  wife, 
and  then  triumphantly  to  exclaim: 
""But  she  is  mine!"  But  husband  and 
wife  will  not  share  alike.  The  left- 
handed  bid  for  immortality  will  re- 
main in  the  wife's  name;  the  assi- 
ninity  already  has  attached  itself 
firmly  to  where  it  belongs. 

Upton  Sinclair  had  distinguished 
precedent  in  his  attempt  to  trade  on 
the  \'alue  of  Sterling's  name.  Let  him 
issue  no  more  "Brass  Checks"  at- 
tacking the  newspapers,  his  blood 
brothers  in  callous  exploitation  of  the 
intimately  personal.  Not  even  Upton 
Sinclair  can  exceed  the  rapacity  of 
the  San  Francisco  Call  in  permitting 
itself  to  hold  its  malodorous  George 
Sterling  suicide  contest,  for  which 
readers  of  the  Call  were  invited  to 
write  for  the  Call  their  opinions  on 
the  subject  of  suicide.  That  ghoulish 
contest  in  which  the  Call  stated  that 
no  "pessimistic  "  views  of  Sterling's 
act  would  be  printed,  but  only  those 
which  found  life  worth  while  living 
under  any  circumstances,  will  not 
soon  be  forgotten.  The  Call  was  con- 
tent not  merely  to  erect  spectral 
effigies  of  Sterling  at  its  corner  news- 
stands, but  it  compelled  these  tragic 
figures  to  sell  its  papers,  garbed  in 
the  tainted  pink  of  its  own  dishonor. 
tit 

DURING  his  life  the  most  serious 
attacks  Sterling  had  to  meet 
were  directed  mainly  at  his  poetry. 
Inferior  poets  insisted  upon  ranking 
him  as  one  of  their  number,  but  born 
a  century  too  late.  It  was  only  shortly 
before  his  death  that  that  claque  of 
"hundred  per  cent  American  poets, 


whose  antics  for  a  time  had  held  the 
public  eye,  and  who  had  imprudently 
claimed  for  themselves  a  spiritual 
descent  from  Walt  Whitman,  had  at 
last  become  tired  of  applauding  them- 
selves. And  they  had  tired  not  only 
of  this,  but  of  everything  else.  They 
had  tired  even  of  emiting  the  peculiar 


TANCRED 

By  Madefrey  Odhner 

The  berserker  of  Beauty,  consecrate 

As  high  avenger  of  unravished  years. 

His  songs  were  fanfares  and  his 
glees  were  spears 

Flung  into  darkness  at  a  ivestern 
gate 

Where  pain  is  solace;  joy.  ex- 
cruciate. 

A  ivoman^  Loved  he  woman,  he. 
whose  tears 

The  cries  of  ivounded  sunsets  in  his 
ears 

Could  start  at  morn^  \('oman.  you 
blush  too  late. 

She  that  is  Lilith — apple  Jilching 
Eve! — 

Knew  well  that  warm-wombed  wo- 
men U'ould  receive 

His  biddings  to  his  awful  paradise: 

The  deathless  one,  his  paramour  in 
grief. 

Shall  answer  swiftly  what  to  you 
were  lies. 

Aye,  hasten  to  him.  Life,  for  love 
was  brief. 


cacophony  they  were  pleased  to  call 
American  poetry.  They  had  tired 
even  of  relegating  George  Sterling  to 
the  position  of  an  inferior  poet  born 
a  century  too  late. 

Sterling  died  at  the  very  time  that 
this  pack  of  "\'ip-yap-yaping"  poet- 
publicists  were  emiting  their  dying 
snarls  They  who  had  accused  him  of 
membership  in  the  word-mouthing 
"Lo!"  school  of  poetry  died  with 
him.  not  the  physical  death,  but  that 
death  which  is  the  fate  of  all  artists 
who  are  preoccupied  with  their  own 
"Modernity.  "  They  have  won  for 
themselves  places  in  the  specimen 
jars  in  the  laboratories  of  the  analysts 
of  literary  periods,  while  to  Sterling 
has  been  accorded  a  dateless  acclaim 
w  hich  is  Life. 

It  may  be  that  these  assaults  on 


Sterling,  dead,  will  prove  as  innocu- 
ous as  those  on  Sterling  living,  but 
the  Bookman  and  Upton  Sinclair 
should  be  called  upon  to  explain  the 
astonishing  note  which  accompanied 
the  publication  of  the  sonnets  to 
"Craig." 

To  quote  the  Bookman:  "The  fol- 
lowing sonnets  were  written  by  the 
late  George  Sterling  (whose  tragic 
death  occurred  a  year  ago  in  Novem- 
ber) to  Mary  Craig  Kimbrough,  later 
Mrs.  Upton  Sinclair.  They  are  a 
selection  from  a  series  of  one  hundred 
sonnets  which  Sterling  addressed  to 
"Craig"'  during  a  single  year  (1911), 
following  his  meeting  her  in  New 
^'ork.  Some  of  the  sonnets  were  writ- 
ten in  New  York  and  Sag  Harbor, 
some  en  route  to  California  where 
Sterling  lived,  and  most  of  them 
from  San  Francisco,  Oakland,  and 
Glen  Ellen.  They  formed  part  of  the 
text  of  letters  written  to  "Craig." 
This  is  the  first  publication  of  any  of 
this  long  sequence;  later  they  will 
appear  in  a  book.  The  publication  is 
with  Sterling's  permission.  "Some 
day,""  he  wrote  in  a  letter,  "when 
doing  so  can  hurt  neither  yourself 
nor  another,  you  may  give  them  to 
the  world. '" 

It      t      % 

The  publication  is  with  Sterling's 
permission!"  The  publication  of 
what^  Of  the  sonnets?  Obviously! 
And  the  name  of  Mary  Craig  Kim- 
brough, later  Mrs.  Upton  Sinclair, 
and  the  all  too  unelahorated  state- 
ment of  the  circumstances  which 
prompted  the  sonnets^  Was  this  with 
Sterling's  permission!"  It  would  seem 
not,  since  he  wrote,  "when  the  doing 
so  can  hurt  neither  yourself  nor 
another,  you  may  give  them  to  the 
world.  Sterling  there  referred  to  his 
sonnets,  not  to  the  circumstances 
which  prompted  the  writing  of  them. 
It  is  strange  that  Sterling's  own  pre- 
cautionary advice,  "When  the  doing 
so  can  hurt  neither  yourself  nor 
another,"  could  have  been  so  mis- 
read. Does  it  not  seem  possible  that 
"another  "  might  be  the  memory  of 
Sterling  himself!" 

Friends  of  Sterling  in  San  Fran- 
cisco maintain  that  the  Bookman  was 
guilty  of  making  a  dangerous  omis- 
sion in  not  stating  exactly  the  nature 
of  the  friendship  that  existed  between 

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The   San   Franciscan 

ff  171 


A  Plea  for  Marriage 


Scene:  Late  afternoon  on  Mount 
Oiymlyus.  Juno,  the  sl:>ouse  of 
Jove,  the  omnipotent,  autocrat  of 
the  Gods.  Ruler  of  All.  gives  a  tea.  Her 
palace  is  somewhat  like  herself.  There 
is  nothing  aerial  about  it.  nothing 
strained  or  bizarre.  Its  pure  columns 
and  unalloyed  whiteness  are  soundly 
sublime,  as  its  mistress  is  sublimely 
sensible.  Juno  sits  near  a  tea  table 
that  is  laden  with  golden  spoons  and 
amber  tea  cups.  She  is  clad  in  a  heavy 
u'hite  stuff  so  draped  as  to  inspire  awe. 
Sitting  above  her  are  the  divinities 
Venus,  looking  bored  and  superior  in  a 
rose-colored  goivn,  Psyche  in  blue, 
placid  and  happy.  Diana  in  green, 
Ceres  in  magnificent  yellow,  Pallas,  a 
little  overdone  in  shining  tissue,  Hebe 
in  a  color  of  crushed  grapes,  and  Iris 
in  all  shades  of  chiffon,  betraying  her 
inconstant  and  frivolous  nature. 
Juno:    {to    Venus    with    sugar    tongs 

poised  over  a  cup)  How  many!' 
Venus:  None,  thanks. 
Diana:    (to    Venus)    You   must   take 

more  exercise. 
Venus:  {stretching  herself)   I  am  not 

fat — the  same  as  always. 
Diana:    If   you    e.xercised    more    in- 
stead of  lying  about  trying  to  ap- 
pear voluptuous  you  could  afford 
the  luxury  of  sugar. 


By  ANTONIA  PIA 

Venus:  I  have  no  desire  for  sugar, 
Diana. 

Iris:  Don't  worry,  Venus  gets  enough 
exercise  looking  for  lovers.  They 
are  scarce  nowadays,  especially  if 
one  is  like  Venus  and  has  used  up 
all  this  generation  and  the  one 
before  it.  She'll  have  to  wait  for 
the  next. 

Venus:  From  your  remark,  I  judge, 
you  yourself  have  a  difficult  time. 

Juno:  I  dislike  this  conversation.  We 
were  to  drink  tea  together  and 
have  a  pleasant  hour.  Iris,  you  are 
young  and  suffer  from  suppres- 
sions, but  kindly  be  well  bred 
enough  to  hide  it.  And  Venus,  cease 
throwing  out  your  chest,  thinking 
all  of  us  are  jealous  of  you.  Look 
to  mortal  \vomen  for  that.  Each 
of  us  is  satisfied  with  herself. 

Venus:  Yes?  Well,  you  are  satisfied 
with  yourselves  for  the  most  part, 
but  there  come  moments  (oftener 
as  you  grow  older)  when  you  wish 
you  were  I.  When  you  realize  that 
I  am  the  most  primitive  and  the 
most  civilized  goddess;  the  most 
spiritual  and  the  most  carnal;  the 
most  necessary  and,  oddly  enough, 
the  most  pleasant.  Necessary  things 
are  usual. y  unpleasant,  but  I  am 
necessary  and  the  most  pleasant 
thing  in  the  Universe. 


Pallas:  ^'ou  may  be  necessary  and 
you  may  be  pleasant,  but  you  are 
not  the  most  important  thing  in 
the  Universe.  Men  give  up  homes 
and  wives  and  loves  and  children 
to  go  to  War. 

Iris:  {scrutinizing  Pallas'  tissue  robe) 
Listen  to  the  goddess  of  war.  You 
are  always  in  bad  taste. 

Ceres:  If  you  think,  Pallas,  that  war 
is  very  important  and  serious,  you 
are  mistaken.  Human  beings  are 
becoming  civilized.  Soon  there  will 
be  no  more  wars.  War  is  obsolete 
now.  The  Trojan  War  will  be  the 
last  Great  War.  People  are  fed  up. 

Pallas:  So  long  as  there  is  flesh  there 
will  be  hatred  and  so  long  as  there 
is  blood  it  will  flow. 

"Venus:  Your  war.  Ha!  What  caused 
the  Trojan  War?  I,  Love.  All  the 
world  went  to  war  for  a  woman. 

Ceres:  Don't  be  ridiculous.  There 
will  be  no  more  wars.  Economics, 
the  value  of  crops  and  labor,  will 
prevent  such  a  senseless  waste. 
Tillers  will  think  too  much  of  their 
land  to  fight.  Economics,  I  say, 
will  prevent  battles, 

Pallas:  There  will  always  be  war. 
Speaking  of  economics  as  a  pre- 
ventative, the  Trojan  War  was 
not  caused  by  a  woman,    it   was 

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The   S  a  n    \'  r  a  n  c.  i  s  c  a  n 


How  To  Write 


With  Apology  to  Henry  S.  Canby,  Department  of  English,  Yale 

By  WILLIAM  SAROYAN 


Editor's  Notf. :  "Bad  writinR  may  he  due  to  a  had 
idea,  or  it  may  he  due  to  a  failure  in  exi->ression  that 
comes  fixim  had  thinkmn  or  bad  lingli^h  or  Nith  !  f  the 
idea  is  had.  nolhitln  ean  he  done  except  hurn  the  nianu- 
scnpl  and  discouraRC  the  writer  froin  inflicting  inore 
wandering  words  up(>n  a  society  already  written  and 
talked  to  the  point  of  distraction,"" 

Page  25  of  Mr.  Canby's  book.  Better  Writing 


FIRST  you  must  have  a  had  idea — 
something  trite,  such  as  a  man 
falling  in  love  with  a  chorus  girl. 
Next,  of  course,  these  two  people 
must  be  given  names.  The  matter  of 
names  is  simple,  almost  anything 
will  do.  So  the  man  may  he  disposed 
of  as  John  Brow  n  and  suitable  com- 
ment made  upon  him,  such  as,  "He 
was  one  of  those  men  who  helieved 
that  even  if  you  couldn't  fool  some 
of  the  people  some  of  the  time,  you 
could  certainly  fool  yourself  all  of 
the  time." 

Next  the  girl,  although  her  mere 
identification  as  a  chorus  girl  is  some- 
thing of  a  name  in  itself.  But  then  she 
does  have  to  have  a  name  and  in  a 
sudden  hurst  of  inspiration  you  chris- 
ten her  Maisie,  adding  that  it  is  none 
of  the  reader's  business  what  her  last 
name  happens  to  be.  Maisie's  moral 
nature  may  be  revealed  by  stating 
that  she  had  been  loved  twice;  once 
by  the  Army;  once  by  the  Navy. 
(This,  of  course,  will  make  the  reader 
laugh,  or  at  least,  smile,  as  it  will  in- 
dicate that  the  chorus  girl  isn't  much 
when  it  comes  to  several  of  the  more 
important  commandments.) 

If  you  like  and  you  find  you  have 
the  space,  you  can  jot  down  a  few 
lines  about  Maisie's  girl  and  boy 
friends.  Tell  where  she  was  born,  but 
not  why.  Have  her  pass  a  few  remarks 
so  that  her  English  will  remain  in 
history  as  one  of  the  \arious  kinds  of 
American  being  spoken  by  the  flam- 
ing youth  of  her  time.  And  you  might 
add,  should  you  care  to,  that  as  far 
as  love  is  concerned  Maisie  has  ideas 
of  her  own  without  ever  ha\'ing  read 
Madame  Glynn 

^.         t         i 

NOW  you  are  well  started.  \'our 
foundations  are  in.  Here  is  a 
man,  John  Brown  or  Hopkins  by 
name,  who  is  among  other  things  a 
bookkeeper  and  an  ignoramus;  and 
here,  on  the  other  hand,  or  more  cor- 
rectly in  the  first  row,  second  from 
the  left  end  is  Maisie,  who  among 
other  things  is  a  chorus  girl.  Now 
every  male  reader  above  the  age  of 
eleven   has   at  some   time   or   other 


fallen  in  lo\c  with  a  chorus  girl,  or 
with  a  whole  front  row  of  chorus 
girls.  To  read  about  sotne  poor,  de- 
luded victim  who  is  in  exactly  the 
same  dilemma  as  he  was  once  at  one 
time,  pleases  him  immensely.  From 
the  vantage  point  of  his  superior 
sophistication,  he  will  anticipate  in 
high  glee  the  spectacle  of  John  Brown 
tiiaking  a  damned  ass  of  hitnself. 


PLAN  FOR  A  SMALL  GARDEN 
By  Anita  Day  Hl'bbard 

/  sow  my  fields  with  proper  grain 
Against  the  winter's  needs. 
I  dig  the  lares  from  out  the  wheat 
I'm  ruthless  loith  the  iveeds. 

But  in  a  little  hidden  place 
I  grow  ivild  oats  and  yew. 
With  primroses  along  the  paths, 
And  rosemarw — and  rue. 


So  far  so  good.  You  have  disposed 
of  this  tnuch  with  neatness  and  dis- 
patch. What  to  do  with  Maisie  and 
John?  That  will  be  the  meat  of  your 
story.  Now  as  anybody:  knows,  who 
has  ever  read  about  writing  short 
stories,  all  that  has  to  be  done  is  to 
get  these  characters  to  do  and  say 
things.  Their  actions  and  conversa- 
tion must  tell  the  story.  What  they 
do  and  say  must  explain  itself  to  the 
reader  and  its  part  in  the  tale  and 
its  plot  sans  trimmings,  embellish- 
ments and  explanations  by  the  w  riter. 
Ah  yes,  but  it  seems  to  you  that  in 
most  stories  the  writer  himself  says 
considerable  that  his  characters  have 
nothing  to  do  with.  Is  there  any  rea- 
son why  you  can't  do  the  same!' 
Apparently  there  isn't  and  you  pro- 
ceed to  do  just  that,  writing  a  little 
of  something  about  very  thing. 

Several  paragraphs  may  be  ac- 
counted for  in  this  fashion.  Splendid! 
You  are  getting  on  fine;  you  warm 
up.  You  haven't  as  yet  brought  in 
any  action,  but  at  the  same  time  your 
plot  show  s  symptoms  of  beginning  to 
unfold  itself.  Now  there  ought  to  be 
some  psychology  in  the  story  at  this 
point.  Nice  sounding  word,  psychol- 
ogy, an  erudite  acquisition  to  one  s 
vocabulary  about  the  second  year  in 
high  school,  and  it  is  a  v,ord  and  idea 
that  goes  over  big  with  readers  who 


likewise  achieved  the  second  year  in 
high  school,  or  who  go  in  for  that 
sort  of  thing. 

So  you  have  a  feeling  that  the  best 
part  of  your  tale,  or  at  least  one  of 
its  best  parts,  is  when  you  mention 
that  John  Brown,  the  bookkeeper, 
has  to  see  the  show  twice  to  fully 
convince  himself  that  it  is  Maisie  he 
is  in  love  with,  rather  than  the  red- 
headed, adorable  young  thing  next  to 
her.  Aha,  that's  psychology  for  your 
reader — pure,  simple,  unadulterated. 
There  will  be  readers  who  will  stop 
reading  when  they  come  to  that  and 
look  around  to  see  if  anybody  is 
watching  them.  At  this  point,  you 
have  to  have  something  to  bring 
them  back.  Some  remark,  conveying 
the  idea  that  this  fellow  Brown  is  a 
poor  sort,  or — shall  we  say  of  ques- 
tionable intentions^  That  never  fails 
to  hold  wandering  readers.  They  will; 
go  on  in  spite  of  theinselves  and  spec- 
tators to  see  what  happens  to  Brown. 

«      %      -i 

AFTER  the  second  show  John  has 
^to  do  something  to  attract  the 
little  chorus  girl's  attention,  so  what 
does  he  do  but  sneak  up  on  her  as  she 
leaves  the  stage  entrance  and  ask  her 
out  to  lunch  or  something  of  that 
kind.  This  is  really  about  the  best 
way  to  have  the  would  be  suitor  at- 
tract the  attention  of  his  admired 
lady  of  the  chorus.  Thus  this  method 
is  recommended  in  preference  to  any 
other.    It  is  safe. 

The  chorus  girl,  Maisie,  of  course, 
is  or  isn't  overcome  with  joy;  or  she 
imtnediately  does  or  doesn't  fall 
madly  in  love,  according  to  what  you 
intend  to  take  place  or  what  effect 
you  intend  the  story  to  have.  It  is 
hound  to  have  some  kind  of  an  effect 
one  way  or  the  other,  whether  you 
intend  it  to  or  not. 

If  you  are  a  good  Baptist,  or  even 
if  you  are  a  down-right  had  one,  you 
will  have  Maisie  identify  herself  as  a 
lady— emphasis  on  the  lady,  and 
with  suitable  remarks  she  will  send 
John  Brown  hack  to  his  little  mother, 
who  lives  in  a  small  cottage  (the  cot- 
tage must  always  be  small)  some- 
where or  other.  Don't  try  to  describe 
the  cottage  small,  or  tell  a  long  story 
about  John's  mother,  because  the 
story  happens  to  be  about  her  son 
such  as  he  is. 

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The  San 


Franciscan 

1191 


NEW 
ABSTRACTIONS 

CUT  IN  SOAP 

These  striking  figures, 
carved  in  soap  by  art  stu- 
dents of  the  Polytechnic 
high  school,  cast  ajresh 
light  on  the  sophistica- 
tion oj  the  rising  genera- 
tion. NaiK>ely  simple  but 
startlingly  clever,  these 
casual  carvings  reveal 
the  artistic  attitude  oJ 
our  youth. — 
For  years  members  oJ 
the  adult  generation 
have  torn  their  hair  over 
what  artists  "dared"  or  "dared  not"  do. 
Metaphorical  blood  has  been  shed  on  the 
question  oJ  abstraction  versus  represen- 
tation. Now  we  find  that  the  rising  gen- 
eration has  settled  the  question,  at  least 
Jor  itself,  by  calmly  making  representa- 
tions that  are  abstract  and  abstractions 
that  are  representative. 

Nothing  could  more  surely  mark  the 
calm  acceptance  oj  ideas  Jought  Jor  by 
advanced  artists.  For  these  miniature 
sculptures  are  created  in  a  zest  oJ  imag- 
ination and  crystallized  in  an  ephemeral 
medium.  In  them  Youth  says  with  a 
superior  smile,  "Surely  you  don't  call 
this  'daring.'  We  are  only  playing  with 
ideas  that  we  have  long  taken  Jor 
granted." 


The  San   Franciscan 

120! 


HELEN E  IRWIN  CROCKER 

From  a  recent  camera  portrait  by  Albert  Petersen  o'  San  Matei 


The   San, 'Franciscan 
f211 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


BOL'RN  on  the  "wings"  of  night 
and  departing  on  the  "wings" 
of  morn,  the  Reigning  Dynasty 
conducted  themselves  to  the  magnifi- 
cent Mardi  Gras  ball  given  February 
21  at  the  Civic  Auditorium.  A  ball 
breathing  the  very  fluttering  of  wings, 
beautifully  adapted  itself  to  this  past 
year  of  superb  achievement  of  man 
made  wings.  From  the  first  hush'that 
descended  over  the  dazzling  boxes 
when  the  lights  v\ere  dimmed  and  the 
fireflies  filled  the  stage  with  eerie  light 
to  the  last,  when  the  crumbled  butter- 
fly drove  away  in  the  dawn,  the  spirit 
of  the  air  predominated.  Kosloff  and 
Fredova  arranged  with  their  fine  artis- 
try a  pageant  of  originality  and  beauty. 
After  the  bats  and  silvery  little  mos- 
quitoes gave  their  touch  of  professional 
dancing  the  prettiest  members  of  the 
debutante  and  younger  married  set 
appeared  in  gorgeous  feathered  cos- 
tumes in  every  conceivable  blend  of 
colors  with  a  woodland  scene  for  a 
background. 

Other  groups  of  t  he  younger  set  took 
the  parts  of  peasants  and  courtiers 
who  join  the  birds  in  running  to  the 
shelter  of  the  trees  at  the  sound  of  the 
approaching  areoplane.  Like  a  silver 
bird  it  "swooped"  from  the  sky  bear- 
ing, standing  aloft,  the  slim  boyish 
figure  of  Mrs.  Kenneth  Monteagle, 
Queen  of  the  Mardi  Gras.  It  v\as  in- 
teresting that  with  the  abandonment 
of  regal  ermine  and  queenly  robes,  a 
brilliant  avatri.x  costume  of  silver  and 
rhinestones  was  designed  with  a  j  aunty 
flare  at  the  hips,  dazzling  leggings, 
gauntlets,  cap,  belt  and  lapels  of  bril- 
liant "diamants"  for  a  queen  who  is 
the  last  word  of  modernity  and  smart- 
ness. Somehow  we  cannot  quite  see 
Estelle  Monteagle  in  an  ermine  train! 
The  king  wore  an  aviator's  garb  of 
white  satin  and  silver  so  the  ball  began 
gayer  than  ever  and  more  original 
with  its  scope  of  airy  costumes.  The 
w  hite  peacock,  which  won  first  prize, 
gave  the  traditional  hint  of  mystery 
which  takes  us  back  to  Nice  and  the 
fete  of  roses  where  lovely  ladies  of 
mystery  invariably  arouse  the  curi- 
osity. This  was  indeed  a  lovely  lady, 
Jean  Clayton,  from  prosaic  Seattle, 
rather  than  perhaps  Venice,  but  for 
all  that  with  her  white  wig  and  black 
paradise  headpiece  surmounting  a 
white  bejeweled  costume  with  an 
enormous  train  made  of  tulle  ruffles 
she  well  belonged  in  a  Venetian  moon- 
light. Mrs.  Irwin  Crocker,  stunning  as 
always,  wore  a  fascinating  costume 
representing  static.  On  a  silver  wig 


she  wore  a  headpiece  with  darts  strik- 
ing in  all  directions,  these  same  silver 
darts  shot  her  moonlight  blue  tulle 
skirt.  Miss  Louise  Boyd  wore  a  white 
tulle  ballet  costume  with  an  amazing 
headpiece  forming  a  lofty  silver  wind- 
mill. Mrs.  Fentress  Hill  was  a  lure  for 
opium  as  a  red  poppy.  Mrs.  Bliss 
Rucker  "Pieretted"  in  red  and  black. 
Miss  Persis  Coleman  represented  birds 
of  flight  uith  sky  blue  tulle,  white 
doves  winging  their  way  across  it. 

Mrs.  Thomas  Page  Maillard  went 
in  a  white  tulle  ballet  costume  and 
Mrs.  Esenburg  wore  the  same  in  black 
tulle.  Joe  Thompson  was  a  most  amus- 
ing British  ambassador,  his  accent  so 
excellent  and  his  monocle  so  well  be- 
haved, we  wondered  quite  if  he  hasn't 
missed  his  calling.  Mrs.  William  Roth 
wore  a  lovely  yellow  bird  costume  and 
Everette  Glass  with  a  gilded  face  and 
swirling  fan  toyed  with  a  telltale  pea- 
cock feather.  Beautiful  Virginia  Phil- 
lips wore  a  lovely  Spanish  costume, 
authentic  of  the  mountain  peasants. 
Mrs,  Howard  Renshaw  wore  a  lovely 
snowball  gown  made  of  silver  and 
dozens  of  puffs  of  white  ostrich.  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Clinton  Walker  were  also 
prize  winners  with  colorful  crepe  paper 
Dutch  costumes.  Mrs.  Lawrence  Irv- 
ing Scott  went  as  a  bat  inshaded  brown 
with  cobwebby  wings.  Mrs.  Charles 
Huff  looked  very  handsome  as  the 
black  bird  of  paradise  with  the  gown 
of  black  woven  j  et  and  wing  and  head- 
piece of  black  feathers.  Among  the 
hundreds  of  revelers,  however,  there 
was  none  who  looked  as  beautiful  as 
Vera  Fredova  when  she  danced  the 
snowbird  with  skirts  and  bodice  en- 
tirely of  white  swansdown. 


VAGUELY  intelligible  to  the  stay- 
at-homes  is  the  enthusiasm 
shown  by  Reigning  Dynasty  scions 
now  up  to  the  neck  in  snow  at  St. 
Moritz.  We  hear  that  Nion  Tucker 
and  Edmunds  Lyman  are  popular 
figures  in  the  bob  run  there.  Tucker 
is  number  two  man  on  the  American 
bob,  Satan,  steered  by  William  Fisk 
of  New  York.  The  Satan  is  credited 
with  the  fastest  run  of  the  season. 
Lyman  is  the  "brake  "  on  a  bob  steered 
by  M.  Lambert,  a  Frenchman.  Lyman 
plans  to  take  an  all-California  crew 
over  there  next  year  to  man  his  own 
bob  sled. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Cameron  have 
left  St.  Moritz  for  Morocco.  The  end 
of  the  season  will  see  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Loring  Pickering  in  their  Paris  home, 


Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nion  Tucker  in  Italy 
and  Egypt,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hill  Vincent 
in  their  Riviera  villa  and  other  snow 
sport  enthusiasts  scattered  to  various 
pleasure  ports. 

«      «      « 

P  RE-SPRING  SPORTS  interests  in- 
cluded the  Oakland  Horse  Show 
which  brought  many  social  affairs  in 
its  wake.  A  group  of  the  younger  set 
from  town  and  peninsula  enjoyed  the 
hospitality  of  Miss  Grace  Hamilton, 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander 
Hamilton,  one  afternoon  of  the  show, 
and  Miss  Ethel  Nichols  entertained 
in  the  box  of  her  parents,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Henry  Drew  Nichols,  another 
day.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Volkmann 
entertained  the  Piedmont  Trail  Club 
at  their  Piedmont  home.  Mrs.  William 
P.  Roth,  a  San  Francisco  exhibitor, 
was  honored  at  the  hunt  breakfast 
given  by  the  Women's  Athletic  Club. 
Others  of  the  Reigning  Dynasty  who 
entertained  in  their  boxes  are  Mrs. 
William  Matson,  Mrs.  Philip  E. 
Bowles,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander 
Hamilton  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William 
P.  Roth. 

«      *      « 

MRS.  Louis  Kuhn,  of  South  Bend, 
Indiana,  who  is  spending  the 
early  spring  months  in  San  Francisco, 
was  honored  by  an  elaborate  luncheon 
given  by  Mrs.  Harry  Johnson  and  her 
sister,  Mrs.  Alfred  W.  DuBois,  at  the 
Marin  Golf  and  Country  Club  re- 
cently. Among  those  invited  to  meet 
Mrs.  Kuhn  were  Mrs.  Ernest  Bradley, 
Mrs.  William  Babcock,  Mrs.  J.  E. 
Armsby,  Mrs,  Robert  Menzies,  Mrs. 
Thomas  Scott  Brooke,  Mrs.  William 
Palmer  Horn,  Mrs.  Rex  Sherer,  Mrs. 
Walter  F.  Lees  and  Mrs.  Andrew- 
Pope  Talbot. 

«      *      « 

John  Van  Druten,  playwright  and 
lecturer,  who  came  to  San  Fran- 
cisco to  give  an  address  before  the 
Junior  League,  was  honored  by  a 
dinner  given  to  him  and  to  Miss  Elsie 
Arden,  of  Paris,  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  J. 
Downey  Harvey  in  their  home  in 
Broadway.  Among  the  guests  were 
Senator  James  D.  Phelan,  Mrs. 
Eleanor  Martin,  Mrs.  Harry  Hill, 
Noel  Sullivan,  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Jau  Don 
Ball,  Charles  Caldwell  Dobie  and 
Colonel  Harry  Howland. 
«      «      « 

THE  Reigning  Dynasty  is  looking 
forward  to  the  completion  of  the 
new    San    Mateo-Burlingame    Polo 

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The   San   Fra  n'c'i  scan 

1221        " 


James  Cruze 


A  Closeup  of  The  Great  Dane  of  Hollywood 

By}.  LYDELL  PECK 


A  \isiT    to   Hollywood   can   he 

/A  climaxed  hy  no  greater  happi- 
jL  JLness  than  an  acquaintance 
with  James  Cruze,  the  most  lo\able 
personage  in  the  tremendous  picture 
industry.  This  sage  of  Filmdom  is  the 
outstanding  figure  of  this,  the  first 
generation  of  pictures.  The  future 
must  wait  a  long  time  for  a  more  im- 
pressive and  able  man.  He  is  one  of 
those  that  in  describing  one  con- 
stantly calls  upon  the  list  of  superla- 
tives only  to  sadly  realize  that  words 
are  bankrupt  mediums  of  worthy 
JStimation. 

James  Cruze  was  horn  in  the  State 
ot  Utah  forty-five  years  ago  of  Dan- 
ish parents.  His  mother  and  father 
were  strict  adherents  to  the  Mormon 
("aith  and  tilled  the  soil  under  the 
canner  of  Brigham  Young.  The  senior 
Cruze  was  a  hard-muscled  giant  w  ho 
"could  kill  an  ox.  and  did,  w  ith  one 
punch  on  the  head."  His  brothers  and 
sisters  were  many,  and.  as  Cruze  says, 
"I  was  related  to  everyone  in  the 
town." 

At  the  age  of  fourteen  the  young 
Jimmie  grew  tired  of  the  copper  col- 
ored dust  of  his  native  street,  and 
decided  to  run  away.  This  he  did, 
and  in  rapid  succession  became  hobo. 
sailor,  waiter  and  actor.  To  acquire 
proficiency  in  the  latter  of  these  he 
parted  with  his  last  forty  dollars  to  a 
dramatic  instructor  but,  after  a  few 
days,  gave  this  schooling  his  dis- 
gusted farewell  because,  he  says,  "I 
knew  more  than  the  professor." 

After  several  lean  years  of  barn- 
storming on  which  excursions  his 
repertoire  included  the  leading  roles 
from  the  playsof  Shakespeare  tothose 
of  Ibsen,  he  settled  down  in  the  land 
of  moving  pictures.  This  was  not  the 
fertile  field  of  today,  and  Hollywood 
was,  with  the  exception  of  a  studio 
or  two,  far  out  in  the  country.  His 
efforts  here  were  for  the  most  part, 
limited  to  a  five-dollar-a-day  pay 
check  injected  constantly  with  the 
typical  movie  disappointments  that 
would  have  led  most  men  to  give  up 
in  despair.  But  not  Cruze.  His  faith 
in  his  ability  to  get  there  carried  him 
through  this  period  of  reversal  and 
disappointment  until  suddenly  he  be- 
came a  national  figure  as  the  hero  of 
the  greatest  picture  serial  ever  pro- 
duced "The  Million  Dollar  Mystery." 

From  acting  he  turned  to  directing. 


During  his  first  years  with  the  mega- 
phone, people  at  the  studios  took  ad- 
\antage  of  this  quiet,  good-natured 
man  to  such  an  extent  that  he  was 
assigned  a  series  of  poor  and  difficult 
stories.  But  no  matter  what  the  story 
was  his  complete  understanding  of 
human  nature,  coupled  with  his  quick 
brain  and  keen  sense  of  story  value, 
always  enabled  him  to  turn  these 
weak  narratives  into  strong,  interest- 
ing stories  of  profitable  box  office 
value. 

*      %      t 

HIS  reminiscences  of  these  pioneer 
days  are  scintillating  gems  full 
of  humor  and  pathos.  To  hear  him 
tell  of  the  early  pictures  when  a  mob 
scene  of  one  hundred  people  excited 
nation-wide  publicity,  and  how  the 
producer  would  call  upon  his  family's 
family  and  their  friends  to  come, 
bring  their  lunch,  and  act  in  "pic- 
tures," are  extremely  ludicrous  when 
one  compares  them  with  the  larger 
productions  of  this  day.  I  remember 
his  telling  one  about  directing  a  great 
"high  brow"  epic  of  the  sea.  This 
picture  was  to  be  the  greatest  thing 
of  its  day,  and  where  the  story  called 
for  the  dynamiting  of  a  yacht,  a  real, 
honest-to-goodness  yacht  was  to  be 
used.  The  gentlemen  of  Judea  were 
going  to  give  the  public  something  for 
their  money  in  this  great  melodrama 
even  if  they  only  made  a  hundred  per 
cent  profit  on  the  production.  Elabo- 
rate preparations  were  made  for  the 
shooting  of  the  scene  at  the  thereto- 
fore unheard-of  cost  of  many  thou- 
sand of  dollars.  The  camera  and 
Cruze  were  to  be  stationed  on  another 
yacht,  and  the  camera  angle  was  to 
be  looking  out  the  port  hole  on  this 
craft.  Unfortunately  the  last  men- 
tioned Hesperus  was  rather  anti- 
quated and  dusty,  and  the  porthole 
in  front  of  the  camera  had  to  be 
propped  open  with  a  stick.  Every- 
thing on  both  ships  was  perfectly 
timed  so  that  at  a  given  moment  the 
yacht  to  be  destroyed  was  directly 
opposite  the  porthole  and  room  con- 
taining the  camera  and  Cruze.  The 
time  for  the  great  scene  arrived. 
Guests  and  producers  were  aboard 
the  camera  craft,  and  Cruze,  below, 
eagerly  awaited  his  big  moment.  At 
last  the  ill-fated  yacht  hove  into  view 
and  the  cameras  started  to  crank.  In 
another  minute  the  yacht  would  be 


opposite  the  porthole  and  camera. 
With  a  sudden  blast  that  rocked  the 
sea  the  story  craft  blew  into  a  thou- 
sand pieces.  But  the  sudden  jolt  had 
loosened  the  stick  that  held  the  port- 
hole open  in  front  of  the  camera  and 
before  it  could  be  restored  it  had 
snapped  shut.  The  explosion,  as  well 
as  the  big  moment,  was  over  and, 
"We  didn't  get  a  g — d —  thing." 

Since  this  memorable  day  in  his 
career  he  has  witnessed  many  other 
pathetic  incidents.  Only  recently, 
while  he  was  finishing  another  large 
"sea  opera"  entitled  "Old  Ironsides" 
did  fate  again  remind  him  that  he 
was  not  entirely  master.  At  this  time 
Cruze  had  a  fleet  of  boats  manned  by 
several  thousand  men  located  some- 
where off  the  island  of  Catalina. 
These  "extras"  were  costing  the  Para- 
mount Company  something  like 
thirty  thousand  dollars  a  day  and  at 
the  time  the  weather  had  been  so 
poor  that  shooting  was  impossible, 
and  the  cost  of  production  was  gradu- 
ally engulfing  the  second  million  of 
dollars.  The  scene  to  be  taken  was  a 
night  scene,  that  is,  taken  by  day- 
light but  so  developed  as  to  give  the 
impression  of  night  time.  At  last  the 
sun  shone  through  a  broken  sky  and 
the  signal  was  given  to  get  ready  for 
"action."  About  this  time  some  mo- 
ronic "extra"  threw  a  box  lunch  over- 
board and  this  much  to  the  delight 
of  the  nearby  sea  gulls  who  assembled 
for  the  feast  in  droves.  Cruze  forth- 
with was  advised  that  sea  gulls  do 
not  frolic  during  the  night  and  that, 
as  this  was  to  be  a  night  scene,  it 
would  be  impossible  to  include  these 
scavengers  of  the  sea.  Attempts  were 
made  to  drive  them  away.  Nails, 
bolts,  shots  and  blocks  of  wood  were 
thrown  in  an  effort  to  dissuade  them, 
but  of  no  avail.  Finally  a  launch  ar- 
rived with  loaves  of  bread  and  scat- 
tered crumbs  away  from  the  scene  of 
action  in  an  attempt  to  divert  the 
birds  from  thecamera  angle.  But  these 
gulls  stuck  to  their  box  lunch  like  a 
Los  Angeles  realtor  sticks  to  his  Iowa 
farmer.  The  day  was  lost  and  Cruze 
ever  maintains,  "That  was  the  most 
expensive  box  lunch  in  the  world." 
*      *      * 

THE    maker    of    the    magnificent 
"Covered  Wagon,"  "One  Glori- 
ous Day,"  "The  Fighting  Coward," 

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The  San   Franciscan 

f23I 


The  Ccbweh  Palace,  and  menagerie  at  the  foot  of  Pouell  Street  -  then  Meigg's  ^'harf  -  somettnw  in  the  70' s  and  So's.  Abe  Earner  is  the  gentleman 

wearing  the  high  silk  hat. 

Tin  Types 

Abe  Warner 

By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

WE  always  were  strong  for  zoos, 
for  the  delightful  diversions 
found  in  feeding  peanuts  to  monkeys, 
hobnobbing  with  bears  and  attempt- 
ing acquaintances  with  elephants, 
tigers,  lions,  giraffes,  camels,  hippo- 
potamuses and  what  not.  We  have 
persisting  memories  of  zoos  in  other 
cities,  and  though  we  never  openly 
confessed  it  to  the  citizens  thereof, 
we  had  to  admit  in  our  secret  mind 
that  San  Francisco  lacks  a  compre- 
hensive collection  of  animals,  grouped 
in  one  convenient,  accessible  local- 
ity. So  we  hailed  our  Mayor's  idea  as 
a  triumph  and  were  altogether  en- 
chanted by  it. 

For  one  thing  it  started  us  off  on  a 
thread  of  memories  and  led  us  back 
to  somewhere  in  the  '70s  and  to  the 
name  of  Abe  Warner.  Abe  Warner, 
we  offer  as  a  man  of  unusual  parts, 
since  he  maintained  what  may  be 
rightfully  considered  San  Francisco's 
first  zoo  and  collection  of  divers 
curios.  This  accomplishment  alone, 
would  have  guaranteed  him  a  secure 
place  in  the  city's  Hall  of  Fame,  but  it 
is  rendered  still  more  notable  by  the 
fact,  that  he  combined  with  this  pur- 


A WHILE  back  we  had  a  city 
election.  After  the  ballots 
^were  counted  and  our  Hon- 
orable James  Rolph  was  assured  that 
he  was  again  chosen  to  preside  over 
the  destinies  of  our  incomparable 
city,  he  published  a  statement  in  the 
public  prints  of  all  the  things  he  had 
in  mind  to  do  for  the  city  within  the 
next  year  or  so.  As  a  matter  of  form 
we  ran  our  eye  over  the  rather  for- 
midable list,  dealing  with  traffic  prof  - 
lems,  street  railways,  water  works. 
Bay  bridges  and  numerous  other 
controversial  issues. 

We  yawned  slightly — these  things 
we  have  always  with  us.  They  never 
do  get  themselves  settled.  We  were 
on  the  point  of  depositing  the  paper 
in  the  office  wastebasket.  when  a  cer- 
tain part  of  the  Mayor's  statement 
caught  our  eye  and  justified  the  wis- 
dom of  the  way  our  ballot  had  been 
cast  the  day  previously.  The  Mayor, 
it  seems  is  of  the  opinion  that  San 
Francisco  needs  a  zoo  and  came  right 
out  and  said  so.  Now,  here  was  an 
idea  worth  while,  a  cause  to  which 
we  could  heartily  bend  our  energies, 
while  mantaining  our  sense  of  humor. 


suit  the  keeping  of  a  saloon  where  he 
dispensed  fine  liquors  to  those  who 
had  achieved  the  status  of  super- 
connoisseurs  in  such  matters. 

His  place  was  located  at  the  end 
of  the  Powell  Street  car  line,  now 
Fisherman's  Wharf,  then  Meigg's 
Wharf.  It  was  a  low,  rambling  build- 
ing, containing  several  rooms  and  a 
commodious  yard  adjoined  the  struc- 
ture. The  animals  that  Warner  kept 
about  his  place,  his  curios  and  his 
liquors  were  in  themselves  mighty 
attractions,  but  to  these  was  added  a 
fourth  attraction,  which  we  venture 
to  state  positively  was  the  only  one 
of  its  kind  that  ever  existed  before  or 
since  in  this  city  or  any  other.  The 
interior  of  Warner  s  place  was  com- 
pletely upholstered  in  cobwebs. 
Neither  brush  nor  broom  ever  vio- 
lated the  sacredness  of  those  cobwebs 
and  the  dust  they  collected  during 
the  owner's  lifetime.  It  appears  that 
some  strange,  tropical  spiders,  re- 
markably industrious  in  the  spinning 
of  webs,  had  found  their  way  into 
the  place  and  took  possession  of  it. 
They  had  been  concealed,  no  doubt, 

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The   San   Franciscan 

f24l 


White  Wings 

In  Which  We  Review  the  Yachting  Season 

By  JEAN  F.  HOBBS 


TiiF.  Easter  Dress  Parade  marks 
the  undisputed  coming  of  Spring 
for  the  smart  New  Yorker,  hut 
San  Francisco  has  a  surer  and  more 
interesting  w  ay  of  knowing  w  hen  that 
much heraldedexent  is actuall yuponus. 
When  you  begin  to  notice  the  dart- 
ing white  sails  of  trim  racing  craft  on 
the  sunlit  hay ;  when  there's  gallons  of 
paint,  and  miles  of  rope  and  acres  of 
canvas  being  used  in  the  process  ot 
Spring  cleaning  at  the  yacht  clubs: 
w  hen  you  hear  the  enchanting  lure  of 
the  old  rhyme  from  a  brine  bitten 
skipper: 

/  hear  the  call  of  the  wanderlust. 
And  God  knoics  ichy,  but  go  I  must; 
L'ntil  my  bones  are  drifting  dust 

rilfolloii-  the  sea-gulis  cry. 
The  boic-wash  song  to  the  dog  watch  bell. 
The  kick  o'  the  wheel  and  the  chanty's 

spell 
Get  hold  of  a  man  in  spite  o'  Hell, 

And  a  better  man  than  l! 

Then,  and  then  only,  can  you  be 
sure  that  Spring  and  its  bosom  com- 
panion, the  yachting  season,  have 
come  to  add  the  luster  of  their  glory 
to  life  in  San  Francisco. 

In  1869,  some  fifty  years  ago,  when 
the  waters  of  San  Francisco  Bay  came 
to  \  lontgomery  Street,  the  San  Fran- 
cisco "^  acht  Club  made  its  infant  bow 
to  the  w  orld.  The  Club  made  its  head- 
quarters on  the  San  Francisco  side  of 
the  bay,  near  Mission  Rock,  and  thus 
yachting  on  the  Coast  began  in  ear- 
nest. It  is  something  to  the  credit  of 
the  city  that  this  club  was  the  third 
organization  of  its  kind  in  America, 
the  New  York  Yacht  Club  founded  in 
1 844  being  the  oldest,  with  the  South- 
ern Yacht  Club  of  New  Orleans  second. 

As  the  city  grew  commercially,  it 
was  only  in  the  nature  of  things  that 
the  yacht  club  should  find  it  necessary 
to  select  a  new  location,  w  hich  would 
permit  them  greater  freedom  and 
would  be  better  adapted  to  the  needs 
of  the  growing  membership.  A  com- 
mittee, headed  by  Charles  (Cappy) 
Chittenden,  made ane.xhaustive  study 
of  available  locations,  and  reported 
that  the  best  deep  w  ater  frontage,  to- 
gether w  ith  the  innumerable  requisites 
for  a  site  had  been  found  at  Sausalito. 

t      t      i 

THOSE  were  the  days  w  hen  yacht- 
ing was  THE  sport  of  San  Fran- 
cisco— when  yachtsmen  owned  and 


sailed  picturesque  two-masted 
schooner  yachts  with  their  acres  of 
canvas.  The  old  schoonerracing course 
was  around  Fort  Point,  at  the  inside 
entrance  of  the  Golden  Gate  on  the 
city  side,  to  a  market  somewhere  off 
Hunter's  Point.  Meiggs  wharf,  at  the 
foot  of  Powell  Street,  was  the  usual 
start  and  finish.  Social  activities  went 
hand  in  hand  with  the  actual  purpose 
of  the  club,  and  it  was  generally  con- 
ceded to  be  a  distinct  social  achieve- 
ment to  attend  the  many  formal  and 
informal  affairs  of  the  organization, 
which  enlivened  the  social  season.  The 
younger  generation,  inevitably  draw  n 
by  the  fascination  and  romance  of  the 
sea,  soon  began  to  take  an  acti\e  and 
interested  part  in  the  doings,  both 
social  and  sailing,  with  the  result  that 
those  of  more  limited  means  than 
could  afford  the  then  popular  schooner 
type,  began  to  build  a  smaller  yacht. 
The  rapidly  achieved  popularity  of 
this  smaller  yacht  was  responsible  for 
the  association  of  a  group  of  Francisco 
^'acht  Club  members  sailing  the 
smaller  craft,  who  formed  a  club,  with 
by-laws  limiting  the  size  of  yachts  en- 
rolled in  the  fleet.  This  club  is  known 
today  as  the  Corinthian  Club  of  San 
Francisco,  w  ith  a  splendid  club  house 
and  anchorage  located  near  the  San 
Francisco  \'acht  Club,  in  Belvedere 
Cove,  on  the  Marin  side  of  the  Bay. 
Since  the  founding  of  this  club,  others 
have  followed  in  rapid  succession,  until 
now  we  have  the  Aeolian,  the  Saint 
Francis,  the  South  Bay,  Vallejo,  and 
Sunset  Clubs,  all  active. 

Class  Yacht  racing,  the  mainstay 
of  yachting  interest,  has  been  given 
considerable  impetus  during  the  last 
few  years.  Outstanding  in  this  devel- 
opment on  the  San  Francisco  Bay, 
are  three  men,  rated  with  the  best  rac- 
ing yacht  skippers  in  America.  They 
are:  Arthur  Rousseau,  owner  of  "Ful- 
ton G,  a  yaw  1,  the  champion  "Ace, 
the  20-rater  w  hich  has  defended  the 
San  Francisco  perpetual  challenge  cup 
for  the  past  two  years,  and  the  new 
six-meter  international  champion 
"May-Be,"  due  to  arrive  from  Sweden 
in  time  for  the  Los  Angeles  Regatta; 
Charles  Langlais,  one  of  the  group  of 
Corinthian  yachtsmen,  who  will  be 
skipper  of  the  new  six-meter  "Corin- 
thian ///;  and  Stuart  Haldron  of  the 
St.  Francis  ^'acht  Club,  w  ho  has  pur- 
chased the  six-meter  "Ayaya,  "  sister 


ship  to  the  "May-Be""  and  the 
"Marotte,"  now  moored  off  the  Cor- 
inthian yacht  Club  at  Tiburon. 

«       t       t 

OF  inestimable  value  and  assis- 
tance to  the  progress  of  class 
racing,  has  been  the  organization 
"After-Guard,"  a  club  to  which  only 
skippers  and  owners  of  racing  yachts 
are  eligible  for  membership.  This  club 
has  as  its  motive  the  promotion  of 
class-racing  on  San  Francisco  Bay 
and  the  study  and  interpretation  of 
rules  governing  class  yacht  racing  here 
and  throughout  the  world.  Already 
the  organization  is  responsible  for  the 
la>'ingout  of  seven  courses  on  the  bay, 
so  that  match  races  without  weather 
handicaps  can  be  held  throughout  the 
year. 

The  Pacific  Coast  Yachting  Asso- 
ciation recently  completed  its  fifth 
year  in  the  service  of  "more  and  bet- 
ter '  yachting.  This  organization  has 
been  a  dynamic  force  in  the  improve- 
ment of  yachting  conditions  on  the 
coast,  and  has  done  much  to  encour- 
age the  work  of  individual  clubs  in 
the  junior  movement,  assisting  them 
in  the  financing  and  owning  of  boats, 
and  encouraging  competition  by  hold- 
ing a  junior  Pacific  Coast  Champion- 
ship at  least  once  a  year.  Prominent 
San  Francisco  yachtsmen  who  have 
assisted  in  the  work  of  this  organiza- 
tion are  Clifford  A.  Smith  and  Commo- 
dore Piver,  both  well  known  in  yacht- 
ing circles.  The  first  championship 
regatta  and  water  carnival  of  the  asso- 
ciation was  held  on  San  Francisco  Bay 
in  August,  1923  and  resulted  in  draw- 
ing the  attention  of  the  yachting  world 
to  this  coast. 

The  "official"  seasonal  yachting  ac- 
tivities for  1928  in  San  Francisco  Bay 
will  open  April  29th  with  the  Pacific 
Coast  Yachting  Association  Spring 
squadron  cruise.  San  Francisco  yachts- 
men take  their  yachting  seriously  and 
from  then  on  their  lives  will  be  a  suc- 
cession of  races,  cruises,  and  sundry 
other  events.  The  first  long  cruise 
under  Inter-Club  auspices  will  be 
May  12-13,  when  the  annual  cruise  to 
Vallejo  and  race  home  w  ill  take  place. 
The  Pacific  Coast  Championship  re- 
gatta will  be  held  at  Vancouver  July 
4th.  and  will  be  well  represented  by 
Inter-Cluh  craft.  The  Clear  Lake  race 
meet  at  Lucerne  Yacht  Club  will  be 

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SOME  seer  ventures  the  prediction 
that  in  the  next  thirty  years  the 
advance  in  the  industrial  and 
economic  channels  will  be  greater 
than  in  the  generation  just  passed.  I 
heard  no  reference  to  the  social  or 
moral  conditions  of  ci\ilization.  The 
social  relations  today  are  different 
from  those  which  pre\ailed  at  the 
opening  of  the  Christian  era.  There 
is  a  closer  relation  between  the  dif- 
ferent classes  and  the  chasms  are  now- 
easier  bridged.  This  condition  is  par- 
ticularly true  in  our  country  and  the 
old  feudal  system  in  the  European 
and  Asiatic  nations  is  rapidly  reced- 
ing in  the  face  of  the  gigantic  waves 
of  democracy  engulfing  the  world. 
An  oligarchy  or  communism  of  course 
cannot  thri\e  w  hen  men  and  women 
are  freed  from  barriers  which  stopped 
their  progress  in  other  years.  Char- 
acter and  brains  are  alone  the  requi- 
sites in  advancing  to  a  sphere  of 
prominence  and  power.  We  have 
found  that  splendidly  exemplified 
in  the  case  of  Colonel  Lindbergh.  In 
less  than  a  year  this  young  man  has 
advanced  from  an  air  mail  flyer  to 
one  of  the  most  honored  and  con- 
spicuous individuals  in  this  decade. 

Morals,  of  course,  enter  very 
largely  into  the  framework  of  char- 
acter. Things  are  done  today  with 
equanimity  which  would  have  shocked 
in  their  youth  men  of  graying  hairs. 
Paternalistic  and  sumptuary  laws 
which  invite  men  to  defiance  con- 
tribute in  no  small  measure  to  a  situ- 
ation which  alarms  a  very  consider- 
able number  of  people.  Intolerance 
is  the  bane  of  republics.  Though  we 
are  living  in  a  different  age  these 
symptoms,  which  are  today  callous- 
ing the  souls  of  many  of  the  youth 
of  the  moment,  every  one  hopes  will 
give  way  to  the  fundamental  virtues 
and  that  rationalism  will  again  con- 
trol the  acts  of  the  American  people. 
In  a  real  crisis  the  native  common 
sense  of  our  people  always  asserts 
itself.  Bigotry  and  intolerance  have 
been  material  factors  in  our  political 
and  social  life  before  and  when  the 
country  was  genuinely  aroused  its 
people  smote  the  ogre  with  blows 
which  kept  it  silent  for  half  a  century 
or  more. 

So  the  prediction  of  the  seer  well 
may  be  true,  but  it  is  doubtful  if  the 
progress  is  not  confined  to  the  devel- 


opment and  broadening  of  those  in- 
\entions  and  policies  which  have 
already  been  revealed.  This  is  an 
electric  age  and  the  era  of  combina- 
tions. The  United  States  will  be  the 
genesis  and  the  scene  of  the  greatest 
achievements.  It  has  already  led  the 
way  in  most  accomplishments  and 
with  the  perfection  of  schemes,  now 
in  their  infancy,  it  w  ill  further  startle 
the  world. 

«       i       « 

IN  the  matter  of  business  and  finance 
there  is  no  question  that  this  coun- 
try will  continue  to  head  the  proces- 
sion. This  ought  to  be  qualified,  how- 
ever, by  the  ever  present  thought 
that  the  moral  fibre  of  its  people  must 
not  be  further  weakened.  It  is  true 
that  all  standards  are  changed  and 
it  is  now  wholly  a  survival  of  the 
fittest.  But  we  are  the  great  creditor 
nation  of  the  world  and  we  no  longer 
talk  in  millions  but  in  billions.  That 
is  the  age  we  are  now  living  in.  A 
generation  ago  a  man  of  moderate 
means  today  would  be  classed  as  a 
rich  man.  Men  and  women  then 
thought  a  one-time  millionare  an 
object  of  reverence,  at  least  among 
those  who  were  largely  governed  in 
their  estimate  of  men  by  the  extent 
of  their  wealth.  Men  retired  with 
$50,000  and  lived  in  ease  and  com- 
fort. Today  the  proceeds  from  such  a 
fund  would  hardly  pay  the  rent  of  an 
apartment  of  a  man  living  under 
similar  conditions.  Everything  is 
altered  and  in  most  directions  for  the 
better.  The  artisan  and  laborer  today 
gets  fully  three  times  in  wage  what 
he  obtained  thirty  years  ago.  But  he 
has  to  have  it  in  order  to  acquire  the 
necessities  and  keep  up  the  comforts 
to  which  he  has  become  accustomed. 

However,  it  seems  to  me  to  win 
success  in  these  modern  days  one 
must  follow  the  big  brained  men. 
They  will  bring  about  the  consolida- 
tion of  interests  and  there  w  ill  con- 
stantly be  a  diminunition  of  small 
competitive  enterprises  in  each  group 
of  industries. 

The  mergers  will  result  in  mam- 
moth concerns,  the  margin  of  profits 
will  be  small  and  the  economies  in 
production  coupled  with  superior 
management  will  be  the  measure  of 
success.  Competition  will  be  keen, 
but  it  will  be  between  large  interests 
and  the  consumer  will  ultimately  be 


the  beneficiary.  Much  of  the  savings 
of  the  American  people  will  be  in 
these  various  enterprises  and  nearly 
every  man  and  woman  will  eventu- 
ally be  a  partner  in  the  great  banks 
and  the  great  retail  and  wholesale 
businesses  of  the  country. 

The  spirit  of  intelligent  unification 
and  cooperation  will  even  extend  in 
my  opinion  to  the  farming  industries. 
Owing  to  its  absence  may  be  attrib- 
uted much  of  the  distress  which  has 
been  associated  with  the  food  produc- 
ing areas  of  the  country. 

So  the  investing  public  ought  not 
to  be  alarmed  if  some  of  these  com- 
panies reach  values  extending  into 
the  billions.  It  will  not  be  long  before 
there  will  be  a  number  of  corporations 
whose  stock  value  at  least  will  be  in 
excess  of  a  billion.  There  are  quite  a 
few  already. 

«      «      « 

HOWEVER,  it  is  well  to  caution 
the  thoughtless  speculator  or 
the  innocent  investor.  Sharks  are  still 
roaming  in  the  sea  of  hope.  They  as- 
sume different  guises  but  are  always 
ruthless.  It  is  well  to  be  guided  in 
assuming  any  activity  in  the  stock 
market  to  confine  one's  interest  to 
such  enterprises  which  are  backed  by 
substantial  assets  and  whose  affairs 
are  managed  by  men  of  integrity, 
vision  and  character.  Earnings, 
though  of  course  important,  should 
be  of  secondary  influence.  Too  many 
men  today  who  are  the  head  of  insti- 
tutions fail  to  see  the  new  light  of 
day.  They  are  men  of  earnest  pur- 
poses but  they  still  believe  that  the 
old  principles  associated  with  segre- 
gated activities  should  fix  the  course 
of  modern  business.  They  live  in  the 
past.  And  though  the  simple  virtues 
of  a  generation  ago  do  not  govern 
too  many  of  our  homes  I  confidently 
believe  that  the  major  number  of 
men  of  today  in  places  of  mastery  in 
finance  and  trade  have  higher  stand- 
ards of  ethics  than  prevailed  when  I 
was  a  young  man. 

Such  a  man  is  that  distinguished 
Californian,  A.  P.  Giannini.  He  has 
climbed  the  hill  tops  and  is  on  the 
broad  plain  watching  the  rising  sun. 
Back  of  the  hills  still  remain  many 
good  men  who  do  not  even  see  the 
glare.  Here  is  a  man  who  is  challeng- 
ing the  attention  of  the  world.  With 

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a  great  mind  he  seizes  opportunities 
and  uses  them  solely  for  the  advan- 
tage of  those  who  ha\e  placed  their 
faith  in  him  An  unselfish  man,  with 
no  personal  ambitions,  gentle  and 
yet  strong,  he  has  in  his  corporations 
unequalled  resources.  The  place  these 
institutions  w  ill  occupy  in  the  field  of 
finance  is  e\en  beyond  the  realm  of 
prophecy  One  is  now  the  largest  in 
the  world  and  the  other  is  not  far 
from  a  like  position.  His  accomplish- 
ments amaze  his  competitors  and 
sometimes  enlist  untriendly  criticism. 
But  on  he  goes  He  fears  no  contest 
and  gives  no  quarter  and  yet  there 
is  no  man  more  willing  to  accommo- 
date his  differences  with  a  fair  foe. 
Well  may  California  be  proud  that 
A.  P.  Giannini  is  a  product  of  its  soil. 
So  if  the  young  men  of  today  could 
attach  themselves  to  men  of  this  type 
their  future  would  be  more  secure. 
This  does  not  imply  that  there  should 
be  a  deadening  of  individual  efforts. 
Merged  corporations  have  become  in 
many  instances  so  large  that  there 
are  usually  dozens  of  executives  who 
are  in  receipt  of  salaries  and  bonuses 
which  far  surpass  any  income  which 
could  possibly  be  acquired  in  a  minor 
enterprise  of  like  character.  In  the 
Giannini  institutions  it  is  the  purpose 
of  the  founder  to  ultimately  make 
the  employees  owners  of  the  Bank  of 
Italy.  So  the  youth  in  every  line  of 
activity  must  become  masters  of  a 
distinct  phase  of  specialized  opera- 
tions in  order  to  go  ahead.  Their  goal 


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fields. 

The  day  of  the  segregated  indi- 
vidual effort  is  gone.  This  epoch  is 
material  and  the  quest  for  the  spirit- 
ual will  only  again  attain  ascendency 
when  this  absorbing  combat  for 
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James  Cruze 

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"The  Beggar  on  Horseback,"  "Old 
Ironsides "  and  fifty  other  successes 
never  allows  misfortune  to  dull  his 
sense  of  humor.  That  is  why  today 
he  can  look  back  over  his  life,  at 
forty-five  years  of  age,  and  adjudge 
it  a  full  and  happy  one.  That  is  why 
he  can  collect  one  thousand  dollars 
a  day  throughout  the  year  as  the 
highest  priced  director  in  the  world 
and,  with  a  twinkle  in  his  dark  eyes 
and  a  rougish  grin,  admit  that  his 
friend  Elmer  Henderson  is  correct 
when  he  says:  "Directing  is  ninety 
percent  getting  the  job." 

If  the  land  of  motion  pictures 
boasts  a  genius  it  is  certainly  James 
Cruze,  yet  he  lacks  the  ego  of  even 
the  most  stolid  failure.  No  matter 
where  he  is,  whether  surrounded  by 
great  or  insignificant,  he  is  always 
himself — just  Jimmie — and  he  is 
richer  in  friends  than  any  man  I  have 
ever  known.  If  he  has  enemies,  and  I 
suppose  he  has,  I  have  never  had  the 
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story,  but  even  these  few  will  unfail- 
ingly acclaim  Cruze,  the  man. 

Nlr.  Cruze's  one  great  pride  is  his 
beautiful  estate  at  Flintridge.  He 
calls  it  his  "road  house"  and  the  doors 
are  never  closed.  If  you  are  not  wel- 
come he  will  bluntly  acquaint  you 
with  that  fact,  but,  for  his  friends,  it 
is  the  mecca  of  happiness.  About  the 
mansion  is  a  garden  of  several  acres  • 
harboring  many  rare  plants.  Horti- 
culture is  his  hobby. 

He  is  extremely  well  versed  on 
modern  literature,  especially  plays. 
Jesse  L.  Lasky  once  sent  him  Theo- 
dore Drieser's  great  work  "An  Ameri- 1, 
can  Tragedy"  and,  as  he  did  so,  told 
him  that  it  had  taken  Drieser  four 
years  to  write  it.  Cruze  took  one  look 
at  the  two  volumes  and,  throwing 
them  aside,  replied,  "Yes,  and  iti; 
would  take  me  four  years  to  read  it." 
Cruze  had  already  read  the  brilliant 
work. 

Eugene    O'Neill   is   his    particular 
delight,  and  he  thoroughly  enjoys  thei 
friendship    and    works    of    the    red-J 
headed  cynic,  Jim  TuUy. 

*       «       « 

HE  possesses  a  marked  timidity 
and  dislike  for  new  faces  and,, 
strange  as  it  may  sound,  he  literally 
runs  from  any  demonstration  of  pub- 
lic acclaim.  The  roar  of  the  crowd 
makes  him  panic  stricken.  On  the 
night  of  the  opening  of  his  last  big 
picture,  "Old  Ironsides,"  all  filmdom 
turned  out  en  masse  to  attend  the 
opening  at  Grauman's  Egyptian 
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On  the  other  hand,  if  you  are  not ' 
a  good  or  bad  Baptist,  "you  will  go 
right  ahead  allowing  your  imagina- 
tion free  reign.  This  is  a  free  country 
for   people    who    have    imaginations, 
provided    their    imaginations    don't 
run  out  of  all   the  bounds  properly 
prescribed    for    this    quality    of    the 
mind,  so   1   warn  you  to  be  careful. 
^'ou  are  liable  not  to  say  the  right  , 
thing  at  the  right  time,  and  alas  younl 
story  is  shattered.  ; 

But  by  and  large,  about  this  time 
you  will  find  that  events  have  pro- 
gressed beautifully;  that  spectacular, 
sins  are  being  committed  right  and  left,  i 
and  you  are  saying  this  clever  thing 
and  that  in  almost  every  paragraph. 
*      «      * 

WHEN  you  find  you  have  enough.i 
pieces  of  paper  covered  with- 
typewriting,  you  quickly  bring  thei, 
story  to  a  close  by  saying  whatever., 
happens  to  come  into  your  mind  ati- 
the  moment.  You  can  send  the  talef 
to  any  magazine  you  like  and  if  youi 
enclose  a  stamped,  self-addressed  en-i, 
velope  with  your  script  the  editor  of 
the  publication  so  honored  will  mail 
it  back  to  you  promptly. 

The  ivriting  of  stories,  as  you  can 
readily  see  is  simple,  remarkably 
simple.  One  thing  is  indispensable  — 
that  is  a  typewriter  and  by  way  of 
second  thought,  the  ability  to  operate 
it.  Wherefore,  what  better  suggestion 
— why  not  dash  right  out  and  buy  a 
typewriter^  Why  not  ^ 
«      «       * 

Ears  as  Long  as  Horns 

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him  and  Mary  Craig  Kimbrough. 
They  are  not,  however,  of  the  opinion 
that  other  women,  to  whom  Sterling 
addressed  poems,  should  attempt  to 
gain  a  fleeting  notoriety  by  revealing, 
in  such  a  manner  as  to  leave  too  much 
to  the  imagination,  those  circum- 
stances which  won  for  them  a  poem 
from  a  poet  who  so  frequently  w  rote 
in  the  terms  of  passion. 

Were  they  to  follow  that  method 
which  has  made  the  name  "Sinclair" 
lamentably  familiar,  the  name  of 
George  Sterling  would  no  longer  be 
associated  with  his  hero  "Tancred" 
who  worshipped  the  cruel  beauty  of 
"Lilith,"  but  would  stand  out,  even 
in  the  colorful  history  of  poets,  like 
a  may-pole  plastered  with  these  crim- 
son implications  of  passionate  affairs, ' 
flimsy,  as  May-pole  ribbons,  with  no 
profounder  basis  than  a  poem  from  a 
poet  who  wrote  passionately  for  but 
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in  some  curio  Warner  had  gotten 
'from  a  remote  corner  of  the  world. 
There  were  webs  upon  webs,  long, 
sweeping  strands  of  them,  tangled 
masses  of  them,  inverted  mountain 
systems  of  webs,  weighted  down  with 
the  dust  of  years.  This  feature  earned 
for  the  place  the  name  Warner's  Cob- 
.web  Palace.  It  was  one  of  the  sights 
'of  the  town  at  the  time,  and  people 
came  from  far  and  wide  to  see  it. 
*      s      * 

THE  several  rooms  of  the  Cobweb 
Palace  were  filled  with  curios  of 
■every  kind  and  description,  given  to 
Warner  by  seafaring  men  and  sailors 
whose  vessels  touched  alien  and  far 
lands.  There  were  elephant  tusks 
and  tiger  teeth,  plain  or  carved. 
There  were  great  and  small  pieces  of 
/wood,  hearing  legends  and  symbol 
writing  whose  meaning  was  known 
•only  to  those  who  had  laboriously  in- 
'scribed  them  thereon.  The  imple- 
ments of  hunting  and  warfare  of 
'many  tribes  and  their  native  cos- 
tumes were  in  the  collection,  which 
; verily  was  endless.  All  this  conglom- 
■  eration  was  strewn  and  heaped  about 
; without  regard  for  order — never  dis- 
turbed, never  dusted.  Among  the 
'debris  played  cats,  dogs,  birds,  par- 
irots — all  treasured  and  sacred  to 
their  owner.  Tables,  also  were  in  the 
'rooms  at  which  the  guest  was  served 
crabs,  clams  and  various  other  sea 
.foods,  Warner  being  noted  for  the 
'excellency  of  his  sea  food  dishes. 

Wading  through  this  confusion,  the 

'visitor  finally  arrived  at  a  rear  bar 

I  room.  Here  Warner  served  the  finest 

■imported     liquors — French     brandy, 

Spanish  wines,  English  ales,  all  in  the 

I  original    wood.    He    would    have    no 

f  traffic  in  anything  that  did  not  repre- 

isent  the  best  that  could  be  obtained 

i  and  fine  scorn  for  those  who  might 

;  be  so  indiscreet  to  ask  for  common 

stuff.  If  one  wanted  ordinary  whisky, 

he  could  get  it  at  any  corner  saloon. 

i  Warner   catered    to   gentlemen    who 

i  were  connoisseurs  of  experience  and 

discrimination.  In  passing,  may  we  be 

permitted  to  remark,  that  it  was  the 

omniscience    of    a    high    intelligence 

that  took  him  from  this  world  well 

'  before  sentiments  of  prohibition  were 

broadcast  upon  it^ 

«      «      « 

ON    the   grounds   of   the    place    a 
veritable  menagerie  held  forth. 
;  There  were  monkeys  of  assorted  sizes, 
!  a   bear,    various   other   strange    and 
familiar  animals   and    more    parrots 
and  birds.  These,  as  well,  were  mostly 
gifts  of  sea-faring  men. 


To  the  children,  of  whom  Warner 
was  very  fond,  his  place  and  animals 
were  a  perpetual  delight.  An  old 
friend  of  my  family  relates  how  as  a 
child  a  Saturday  afternoon  or  Sunday 
trip  to  the  Cob-Web  Palace  was  an 
event  to  be  anticipated.  You  went 
out  on  the  Powell  Street  cable,  which 
rattled  and  swayed  along  with  even 
more  gusto  than  it  does  now,  con- 
spiring to  make  the  trip  a  prodigious 
journey  and  adventure.  Amusement 
places  in  those  days  were  few,  so  on 
pleasant  Saturday  afternoons,  Sun- 
days and  holidays  there  were  always 
crowds  about  Warner's  place.  You 
looked  at  the  animals;  fed  the  mon- 
keys peanuts;  rejoiced  in  their  antics, 
untroubled  over  the  puzzles  of  evolu- 
tion; marveled  at  the  cobwebs; 
watched  the  fishermen  on  the  wharf; 
maybe  fished  some  yourself;  lunched 
happily  on  peanuts  and  something 
bought  of  old  Abe  and  rumbled  home. 
A  gloriously  satisfying  holiday! 

According  to  the  best  recollections 
of  old  timers  Abe  Warner  rounded 
out  a  good  life  span  among  his  cob- 
webs, his  animals  and  choice  liquors. 
Upon  his  death  his  place  was  closed 
never  to  be  reopened;  in  time  to  go 
the  way  of  all  old  landmarks  and 
traditions.  But  you  must  agree,  con- 
genial reader,  that  Abe  Warner  was 
not  of  the  common  run  of  men.  It  is 
because  we  live  in  an  age  which  pro- 
duces no  such  enterprising  individuals 
that  our  Mayor  must  take  up  the 
cause  of  providing  us  with  a  zoo. 
t       ^       * 

The  Reigning  Dynasty 

(Continued  from  Page  21) 

Club  on  the  Borel  property  at  Beres- 
ford.  One  of  the  largest  stables  being 
built  in  connection  with  the  club 
house  is  that  of  Mr.  George  A.  Pope, 
Jr.  The  three  polo  fields  at  Beresford 
will  augment  the  field  maintained  by 
the  club  at  San  Mateo  and  will  pro- 
vide the  much  needed  space  for  com- 
ing tournaments. 

The  polo  season  at  Del  Monte  has 
been  declared  the  most  brilliant  ever 
seen  in  California.  The  world  of  fash- 
ion turned  its  interest  to  the  exploits 
of  the  famous  Sands  Point,  Los  Pir- 
atas,  Midwick,  San  Mateo  and  the 
sporty  Junior  teams.  Del  Monte 
Lodge  has  been  gay  with  dinner  parties 
and  the  galleries  have  been  filled  with 
smart  people.  Among  the  frequenters 
of  the  events  are  Marquessa  de  Port- 
ago,  whose  husbanci  shared  largely  in 
the  honorsof  the  victorious  "Pirates  " ; 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  S.  F.  B.  Morse,  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Francis  McComas,  Miss  Jo- 
sephine Cjrant,  Mrs.  F.  de  Sainte 
Phalle,   Dr.   Allister  McKenzie,   Mr. 


Faster 
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6IV4  Hours  to 
Chicago 

Now  the  famous  "San  Francis- 
co Overland  Limited"  saves 
nearly  two  hours  between  San 
Francisco  and  Chicago. 

You  can  leave  San  Francisco  at 
the  same  time  as  formerly,  6p.m., 
yet  arrive  in  Chicago  one  hour 
and  45  minutes  earlier,  9:15  a.m. 

This  is  the  second  reduction  in 
time  east  made  by  Southern  Pa- 
cific in  recent  months,  making  a 
total  saving  of  6  hours  and  45 
minutes  over  previous  schedules 
from  California  to  Chicago  and 
affording  better  connections  east. 

Diners,  club  cars,  Pullman  and 
observation  cars  of  the  "Over- 
land" are  of  latest  design. 
Shower-baths,  barber,  valet, 
ladies'  maid. 

San  Francisco 

Overland 
Limited 

Southern  Pacific 


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Parrott,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  W.  W.  Crocker 

and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  C.  Parrish. 

«      «      « 

MR.  Richard  M.  Tobin,  Ameri- ' 
can  Minister  to  Holland,  has 
been   widely   entertained   during   his 
visit  to  his  sister,  Mrs.  Tobin  Clark, 
at  "El  Palomar"  in  San  Mateo.  Mrs.  ' 
Clark  gave  a  musicale  for  her  brother,  \ 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  S.  Drum  enter- 
tained at  a  dinner  in  his  honor  and 
Captain  and  Mrs.  Edward  McCauley 
were  hosts  to  a  dinner  for  him  at  their 
home  in  Burlingame. 
*      «      » 

MRS.  George  N.  Armsby,  chair- 
man of  the  music  committee  of 
the    Philharmonic    Society    of    San 
Mateo,  recently  returned  from  New  > 
York  where  she  was  able  to  arrange  < 
for  Albert  Coates,  Bernardino  Moli- 
nari  and  Ossip  Gabrilow  itsch  to  con-ij 
duct  concerts  in  the  summer  series  of  n 
concerts. 

Other  members  of  the  committee 
are    Mrs.    Selah   Chamberlain,    Mrs 
Eli  H.  Weil,  Mrs.  Celia  Tobin  Clark, 
Mrs.   Theodore  Lilienthal,   Dr.   Wil- 
liam Otis  Callaway,  Milton  Esbergf 
and  Mrs.  George  N.  Armsby.  Mrs,; 
Armsby,   as  chairman  of  the  musici 
committee,  heads  a  group  composed 
of  Mrs,    George   T.    Cameron,    Mrs. 
Tobin  Clark,  Mrs.  Eli  H.  Weil  and 
Mortimer  Fleishhacker.  These  prom- 
inent patrons  will  direct  the  coming 
season's  activities,  which  will  include 
eight  concerts  the  first  of  which  is 
scheduled  for  June  24. 
\      1      t 

Once  Again  the  Opera 

(Continued  from  Page  9} 

ing  successes-La  Tosca,  Thais,  Sapho 
— and  may  induce  the  Association,  it 
is  said,  to  produce  "Salome"  as  its 
crowning  sensation  of  the  season's 
repertoire.  The  Strauss  piece,  though 
often  presented  in  Germany,  has  re- 
mained shelved  for  the  last  twenty 
years  by  the  Metropolitan  as  the 
result  of  the  religious  hostility  it  ex- 
cited whenoriginally  presented.  Alfred 
Hertz  directed  it  then  and  would 
naturally  direct  it  again,  which  will 
mean  a  perfect  rendition. 
«      i      « 

THAT  there  will  be  no  "Tristan  "  or 
other  heavy  German  opera  this 
year  seems  positive.  It  appears  to  be 
too  much  of  an  undertaking  for  the 
Association,  from  the  point  of  view  of 
expense,  unless  Los  Angeles  shares 
the  burden ;  and,  among  the  hearsays, 
is  that  our  sister  organization  is  dis- 
inclined to  include  any  Wagner  in  a 
repertoire  of  the  coming  season  that 


T  n  E   San   Franciscan 

133  I 


■vill  also  know  a  cut  in  number  of  per- 
formances. The  cause  of  the  disfavor 
is  o  le  of  the  mysteries  of  manage- 
nent.  lor  "Tristan"  was  attended 
here  last  year  with  all  the  eclat  that 
Viarked  its  San  Francisco  presenta- 
,:ion:j. 

'  There  has  always  been  a  certain 
demand  among  us  for  opera  in  English, 
[and  the  Association  will  be  conceding 
'10  it  if,  as  is  understood,  Deems  Tay- 
■or's  "The  King's  Henchman"  figures 
'n  the  repertoire  as  a  suitable  new- 
vehicle  for  the  art  of  Laurence  Tib- 
3ett,  who  was  too  eminent  a  success 
ast  year  not  to  be  on  next  season's 
■ester.  In  any  case  his  coming  will 
ball  for  a  repeat  of  "The  Jest"  if  not 
bf  "Falstaff."  Besides  "The  King's 
Henchman,"  which  at  all  events,  will 
have  the  appeal  of  novelty  for  us,  the 
Association,  stimulated  by  the  enter- 
prise of  the  Chicago  Civic  Opera  in 
:hat  direction,  may  add  to  its  reper- 
■■.oire  a  few  other  such  examples  of 
fresh  modernity  in  which  it  will  reap 
the  gratitude  of  no  few  opera-goers 
;wearied  with  the  stereotyped. 
I  %      %      It 

j         A  Plea  for  Marriage 

'  (Continued  from  Page  17) 

caused  because  that  woman  had 
land,  a  kingdom.  We  all  know 
Helen  was  richer  than  Menelaus 
or  Paris. 

Juno:  Was  I   not  right ^  Each  of  us 

I     is  satisfied  with  herself,  thinks  her- 

i    self  most  in  importance. 

Venus:  Bah!  I  am  worshipped  every- 
where. Old  men  think  of  me  with 

I  regret.  Young  men  burn  for  me. 
Everywhere!  What  difference  the 
name  they  call  me!  Cytherea, 
Aphrodite,  Venus.   I  am  the  only 

j     pleasure,  the  only  power. 

,Diana:    You    weren't    as    successful 

i     with  Adonis.  Thanks  to  the  powers 

!  that  be.  But  these  things  do  not 
interest  me.  No  intrigues.  I  go  to 
the  hunt  in  clean,  pure  air.  I  fly 
through  the  green  fields  and  bathe 
in  nature's  pure  streams.  None  of 
your  scented  unclean  baths.  My 
beautiful,  pure  nymphs,  with  me, 
free  from  men  and  lust.  'Virginal. 
I  shall  not  suffer  the  pangs  of  un- 
requited love  nor  the  pain  of  child- 
birth, nor  the  tragedy  Ceres  had  to 
endure  on  account  of  her  daughter, 
Prosperine   Fm  free,  free  and  clean. 

Venus:  You'll  grow  bored. 

[Ceres:  The  joys  of  motherhood 
more  than  compensate, 

Diana:  (interrupting)  I  am  glad  I  am 
I— Men— filth' 

Venus:  Diana  you  are  a — I  could 
call  you  a  nasty  name.  Your  purity 


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dcr  the  direction  of  Mrs.  Qeorge  M.  Nickel, 
formerly  of  Burlingame 


CITY  OF  PARIS 

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Tun   San   Franciscan 

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Traditions  ofQeiitility 

SLOWLY  but  graciously  Fashion  has  taken  up  her  abode  on 
Nob  Hill.  The  trend  was  gradual.  At  first  the  old  man- 
sions of  the  bonanza  and  railroad  kings  caused  NOB 
HILL  to  be  named;  after  the  great  fire  came  the  Fairmont 
Hotel;  then  the  Pacific  Union  Club;  later  superb  apartments 
L'nmistakablv  the  trend  became  a  definite  movement.  Fi- 
nalh'  the  I'ARK  LANF.  marks  the  established  supremacy  of 
the  Nob  Hill  neighliorhood.  It  is  the  aristocratic  residence 
section  of  the  City. 

The  PARK  LANF,  was  created  for  those  who  really  live. 
Its  five,  six  and  seven-room  suites  are  the  complete  modern 
version  of  the  most  luxurious  way  to  live  minus  the  cares  of 
a  detached  residence. 

The  PARK  L.ANK  appeals  to  gentlefolk  who  value  social 
tradition  and  make  it.  Some  desirable  suites  (both  furnished 
and  unfurnished)  now  available. 


Eugene  N.  I<'ri  iz,  Jr.,  Managing  Owner 
1100  Sacramento  Street  (corner  of  Mason) 

NOB  HILL 


is  impure.  A  hypocrite,  you  are, 
calling  yourself  Selene  at  night 
and  cowardly  caressing  poor  Endy- 
mion.  The  moon  goddess,  so  cold, 
so  pure    Bah!  So  perverse! 

Psyche:  I  am  happy  I  have  my  hus- 
band whom  I  love 

Iris:  Of  course  you  are  happy.  You 
lack  a  brain.  You  have  the  most 
priceless  of  all  gifts,  stupidity. 

Venus:  ^'ou  are  unhappy.  Iris,  be- 
cause you  have  no  one  to  love.  You 
are  as  beautiful  as  I,  but  you  have 
no  sex  appeal. 

Iris:  What  is  that^ 

Venus:  Naturally  you  don't  know., 
You  have  none  of  it.  I  am,  I  say,, 
ever  present,  with  mortals  and 
immortals.  I  am  responsible  for^ 
both  good  and  evil.  I  am  funda-i 
mental — elemental. 

Juno:  (quietiy)  Perhaps  you  are  not) 
so  clever  as  I,  Venus.  In  the  Bookl 
of  the  Divinities,  my  name  is  first. f 
I   am  the  most  feared  by  mortals! 
and   immortals.    I    am   above   andi 
beyond  you.  Why!'  Because  I  havei 
a   husband,   a   husband   who   rules' 
the  entire  Cosmos.  He  is  unfaithfuli 
to  me.   Yes,   but  he  endeavors  to 
hide  it,  and  is  afraid  when  I  suspect 
him.    I    make   a  sneak  out  of  the- 
God  of  Gods.  The  Almighty  Jove  is 
afraid  of  me — because  I  am  simply 
his   wife.    Men   are  afraid  of  that 
little  word.  He  gives  me  whatever 
I    desire   when    I    trap   him   in   an 
amour  and  moreover  promptly  for- 
gets the  female  who  thinks  she  has 
replaced  me.  He  returns  home  like 
a  lamb,  the  omnipotent  Jove.  He 
is  afraid  of  the  little  word — wife.. 
I  have  made  a  coward  of  the  Al- 
mighty simply  because  I  am  mar- 
ried to  it. 

Ceres:  She  is  the  most  respected  of' 
us  all,  that's  true. 

Venus:  But  what  real  good.  Where 
is  the  warmth  in  respect?  How  cold 
it  is. 

Juno:   (ivith  a  sly  ivink)   When  one 
marries     a     powerful     man     one's 
lovers  do  not  dare  to  boast. 
i      «       * 

Believe  It  or  Not 

)Cont[nucd  from  Page  14) 

rumpled  hair  and  he  looked  up  just 
in  lime  to  see  Diana  leaning  coyly 
tow^ard  the  window. 

The  delicate  rosebud  fingers  of  the 
outstretched  arm  waved  him  an  airy 
farewell  as  she  plunged  head  first 
through  the  glass.  A  shattering 
shower  followed  after  her  and  three 
of  her  tapering  fingers  that  had  been 
cut  off  in  the  crash  rollcLl  idly  down 
the  street. 

Jerry    stood    for    a    brief    instant. 


Till-:   San    F  r  a  n  c;  i  s  c  a  n 

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paraUzed.  The  scenes  on  the  side- 
walk shifted  through  his  brain  like 
the  unrelated  flashes  on  a  News  Reel 
film.  The  gathering  erowd.  The  traffic 
policeman  galloping  up  to  the  curb. 
A  dog  sniffing  the  three  pink  fingers 
that  had  rolled  quite  far  out  on  the 
sidewalk.  Diana,  skull  crushed  on 
the  pavement,  her  feet  sticking  in 
through  the  rent  in  the  window.  The 
deformed  stump  of  her  beautiful  hand 
held  up  reproachfully  for  him  to  see. 
And  finally,  the  dog  carrying  off  one 
of  her  fingers  in  its  drooling  mouth. 
«      *      » 

At  the  Grant  Avenue  entrance  to 
y\_the  big  store,  the  uniformed  door- 
man was  Master  of  Ceremonies. 
People  in  the  crowd,  gathered  to 
watch  workmen  at  the  ticklish  busi- 
ness of  installing  a  ten  by  fifteen-foot 
pane  of  plate  glass,  assailed  him  with 
questions.  To  those  whom  he  recog- 
nized as  Good  Customers,  he  touched 
his  hat  politely  and  said: 

"Early    this    mornin'.    Ma'am     A 
w  indow-dresser  drapi  n'   the   figures. 
One  of  the  ladies  got  away  from  him.  " 
\      t      ^ 


White  Wings 


(Continued   Ircini  Pa^c   24) 

held  at  Clear  Lake  August  11-12  and 
the  joint  cruise  to  Redwood  creek  with 
the  South  Bay  Yacht  club  as  host, 
will  be  held  August  18-19. 
«      «      « 

THE  greatest  event  of  the  year, 
however,  is  acknowledged  to  be 
the  International  Star  Races  to  be 
held  at  the  Newport  Harbor  Yacht 
Club,  Balboa.  This  is  the  first  time 
that  this  event  has  come  west  and 
thereby  hangs  this  season's  most  sur- 
prising yachting  story.  Two  young- 
sters, Edwards  and  Hubbard  of  the 
Newport  Club,  betook  themselves 
quietly  and  without  the  accompani- 
ment of  pomp,  brass  bands  or  glory,  to 
Narragansett  Bay  last  August,  where, 
in  competition  with  seasoned  skippers 
and  crews  representing  almost  every 
country  in  the  world  including  the 
seasoned  Easterners,  they  very  mod- 
estly carried  away  the  championship, 
bringing  the  lQ28meet  automatically 
totheirclub.  SanFrancisco^'achtsmen 
will  attend  this  event  en  masse  and 
having  the  race  on  the  coast  will  mean 
a  wider  and  greater  interest  in  Star 
Class  racing. 

Another  event  that  is  being  looked 
forward  to  by  local  skippers  and  crews 
is  the  Ocean  Race  to  Honolulu  taking 
place  May  30th.  Honolulu  has  a  splen- 
did club,  The  Pearl  Harbor  Yacht 
Club,  w  hich  possesses  equipment  and 
sails  a  fleet  that  is  envied  by  many 


older  clubs.  In  the  International  Star 
Class  Championship  at  Narragansett 
Bay  this  year  the  "Hoku,"  Honolulu's 
entry,  skippered  by  E.  W.  Bogardus 
and  carrying  Bob  Purvus  as  crew, 
took  fifth  place. 

Preparations  to  welcome  the  Coast 
yachtsmen  are  now  well  under  way  in 
"The  Paradise  of  the  Pacific  "  and 
since  Don  Lee  has  intimated  that  he 
may  enter  the  "Invader,"  with  her 
enviable  record  of  having  won  the 
race  to  Honolulu  and  back  to  San 
Diego  in  1926,  it  can  be  truthfully 
stated  that  excitement  is  most  liber- 
ally mi.xed  with  the  anticipation  of 
again  enjoying  the  matchless  hospital- 
ity of  the  Honolulu  club,  with  con- 
siderable speculation  as  to  the  prob- 
able new  records  that  will  result  from 
the  race. 

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Amor  Amour  Amore 

(Continued   from  Page   12) 

ried.  'What'll  you  drink:' Scotch:'  Al- 
right. "Well,  I  thought  you  were  mar- 
ried, but  there,  that  doesn't  prevent 
you  from  coming  to  see  Marie.  " 

She  drank  with  him.  He  told  Marie 
about  his  misery,  about  the  autumnal 
hair  and  the  corners  of  the  eyes  tinted 
with  sepia.  He  cried  more. 

"There's  always  a  cure  for  a  wo- 
man trouble,  "she  said  slyly.  "Another 
woman.  Sexuality  is  a  poor  substitute 
for  love.  But  it  is  a  substitute   " 

"No—" 

She  argued  with  him,  then  leaning 
over  whispered  in  his  ear. 

"Yes."'  He  began  to  cry  again 
while  the  figure  in  brown  and  yellow- 
left  the  room  to  telephone.  He  stared 
about  him.  Marie  was  a  good  sport. 
Her  presence  quieted  him,  somehow. 
She  knew  such  an  infinite  amount ; 
was  so  capable  and  understanding. 
The  lights  were  dim  in  the  stuffy 
room.  He  clutched  the  bottle  and 
poured  himself  a  drink.  There  was  a 
mysterious  activity  in  the  hall  out- 
side. There  was  something  tragic 
about  the  house,  something  of  des- 
pair in  the  looks  of  the  still  piano  with 
the  whisky  bottle  on  it.  He  enjoyed 
his  tears. 

Marie  returned  and  they  drank 
and  talked  and  waited. 

The  doorbell  rang.  "Show  her  in 
here,""  Marie  said  to  the  negro  girl 
who  appeared. 

On  the  threshold  stood  a  woman 
with  pale  hair  that  kissed  her  face 
like  the  breath  of  autumn  on  a  rose 
tree  and  whose  mouth  was  like  a 
nocturne,  twisted  a  little  as  though 
from  some  sweet  pain,  a  nocturne  ol 
Chopin  drenched  with  moonlight. 


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James  Cruze 

(Continued  from  t^agc  28} 

ture  Huf^c  sun  arcs,  and  other  lif^hts, 
turned  the  night  into  day  so  that  the 
seventy  thousand  movie  fans  v\ho 
lined  the  streets  for  blocks  could 
\  icw  the  arrival  of  his  or  her  favorite 
star.  It  was  a  night  such  as  even 
bizarre  Hollywood  had  never  known. 
Never  before  has  such  respect  been 
shown  a  director.  What  man  would 
not  have  been  proud  to  see  his  efforts 
thus  crowned!'  James  Cruze  is  the 
onl\-  one  I  can  name  On  this  night, 
when  thousands  were  cheering  his 
name  he  was,  with  that  clever  di- 
rector, Mr.  William  K.  Howard,  and 
myself,  at  the  home  of  a  friend  talk- 
ing, not  of  his  own  great  work,  but  of 
"Bill"  Howard's  splendid  picture 
"White  Gold."  His  dread  of  the  pub- 
lic is  such  an  obsession  that  he  has 
only  viewed  five  of  his  si.xty  pictures 
in  popular  theatres. 

In  the  studio  and  on  the  set  he  has 
but  one  idea — work.  He  is  brutally 
intolerant  of  idleness,  but  will  never 
ask  a  co-worker  to  produce  any  more 
than  he  is  willing toundertake.  Cruze 
calls  his  people  at  nine  in  the  morning 
and  that  does  not  mean  nine  five  or 
even  two  minutes  past  that  hour.  He 
is  always  there  and  e.xpects  his  work- 
ers to  be  equally  prompt.  He  shoots 
fast  and  the  actors  are  usually 
through  work  at  three  in  the  after- 
noon. "This,"  he  says,  "gives  them 
time  to  get  home,  bathe,  and  get 
drunk  if  they  want  to." 

Recently  Cruze  and  the  Famous 
Player-Lasky  Corporation  came  to 
the  parting  of  the  way.  Ericson  was 
put  to  sea.  During  these  final  ueeks 
the  suzerains  who  constituted  the 
new  regime  of  the  corporation  made 
lile  miserable  for  the  old  servant  who 
so  longed  for  peace  and  quiet.  They 
tried  in  every  way  to  destroy  his 
organization  and  Cruze,  still  harbor- 
ing a  warm  affection  for  his  old  Chief 
— Jesse  L.  Lasky — took  it  all,  un- 
complainingly. He  had  only  one  de- 
sire, to  give  them  a  picture  of  James 
Cruze's  standard. 

James  Cruze  is  a  big  man  with  a 
big  heart.  There  is  no  evidence  of 
delicacy  in  his  stature  nor  in  anything 
he  says  or  does.  He  will  fight  an  army 
for  a  friend  and  will  not  condemn  a 
foe.  He  has  a  profound  pity  and 
sympathy  for  the  misfortunes  of 
others,  yet  is  an  unmitigated  realist. 
I  have  heard  it  said  that  he  has  an 
inferiority  complex.  This  is  gross 
accusation.  Ouze  seldom  speaks  he- 
cause  nine  times  out  of  ten  he  knows 
more  about   the  subject  in  question 


than  the  one  making  all  the  noise, 
and  his  silence  is  merely  an  evidence 
of  consideration.  I 

The  spirit  of  the  "Covered  Wagon" 
is  the  driving  pioneer  spirit  of  Cruze.  r 
The  immortal  "One  Glorious  Day" 
is,  if  needs  be  proved,  the  testimony 
of  his  artistry.  He  has,  among  many 
others,  two  ambitions,  namely;  to 
appeal  to  the  sense  of  phantasy  by 
making  "D.  U.  R."  and,  secondly; 
to  wring  a  few  proud  tears  from  the 
heart  with  a  pieturization  of  the 
O'Neill  masterpiece  "The  Straw." 
Thus  is  James  Cruze,  the  one  truly 
great  man  of  pictures. 


As  Seen  by  Her 

(Continued  from  Page  4) 

lack  in  quantity.  Gertrude  has  always 
been  a  young  person  with  a  dashing 
style  herself  in  sport  clothes  and  one 
sees  traces  of  this  taste  in  her  stock 
of  splashy  scarfs  and  swanky  sweaters. 

Now  what  else  is  there  I've  seen 
that  might  amuse  or  interest  you"" 

A  boy  with  a  nice  twinkle  in  his 
eyes  buying  a  graceful  golden  snake 
to  be  used  as  a  belt  for  a  sport  dress. 
"Because,  "  he  confided  to  the  beau- 
tiful blonde  beyond  the  counter,  "her 
name  is  Eve!" 

Evening  slippers  made  of  pigeon 
feathers  dyed  green.  Too  lovely  to 
describe  adequately.  Too  perishable 
to  risk  buying. 

A  debutante  buying  a  tight  little 
turban  of  silver  wool  that  turned  her 
into  a  gay  little  aviator  (Mrs.  Mont- 
eagle's  Li  ndbergian  turban  of  brilliants 
in  place  of  the  usual  crown  as  queen 
of  the  Mardi  Gras,  I  suspect  as  being 
responsible  both  for  the  turban  and 
the  deb's  desire  to  own  it.) 

A  long,  slender  cigarette  holder 
from  Czecho  Slovakia  fashioned  of 
brilliant  bits  of  enamel,  like  fragments 
of  a  stained  glass  window.  Ends  in  a 
pipe  bowl  just  big  enough  to  hold  the 
cigarette. 

Beach  pajamas.  Giddy  with  colors, 
bold  in  design.  Who's  giddy  and  bold 
enough  to  start  thai  ball  rolling? 

The  predominance  of  sage-green, 
honey-beige,  and  lake  blue  in  every- 
thing from  nighties  to  motor  coats. 

The  Tussy  famous  lipstick  in  fancy 
dress  of  mother  of  pearl.  Comes  in  an 
exquisite  jewel  box.  Looks  like  a  mil- 
lion dollars.  Costs  five. 

Heigh-ho.  And  a  dull  young  person 
asked  me  petulantly  in  the  midst  of 
my  prowlings  yesterday  if  I  thought 
there  was  anything  new  under  the 
sun.  Having  just  left  Titania's  palace 
at  the  Emporium  I  answered. 

I   DO! 


The  San   Franciscan 

1371 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 

(C-onluiLicd   from  PaRC    II) 

WE  were  talking  the  other  night 
w  ith  old  Mrs   Q,  .     . 
it  was  at  the  Menuhin  concert  anJ 
she  had  asked  us  to  walk  around  with 
her    during    the    Seheherezade.    She 
doesn't    like    the    Seheherezade;   she 
'■  says  it  makes  her  feel  so  old.  She  says 
everything    conspires    to    make    old 
people  feel  old  these  days.  Why,  she 
;said  to  us,  just  take  the  case  of  those 
two  young  men  who  announced  their 
engagements    in    the    press    to    the 
X  .  .  .  girls.     Of    course     there     was 
nothing   in   it  and  the  X  .  .  .  family 
^  indignantly  denied  the  betrothals. 

"What  I  can't  see,"  said  old  Mrs 
Q  .  .  .,   "is  that  it  makes  any  differ- 
I  ence  or  not.    In  fact  quite  the  con- 
i  trary.  When  I  was  a  girl  young  people 
would  say  'Now  we  are  engaged  and 
that  gave  them  the  privilege  of  doing 
almost  anything  they  pleased.  Today 
engagements  seem  to  build  up  restric- 
tions. Personally  I  think  engagement- 
less  marriages  are  preferable.  Do  you 
I  remember  the  time  when  the  affianced 
I  maiden  would  receive  a  hundred  tea- 
;  cups  and  saucers  of  a  hundred  varie- 
ties'" Absurd ! 

"At  any  rate,  in  this  era  of  chap- 

eronless    promiscuity,    I    fail    to   see 

I  what    difference    it    makes    whether 

I  there  is  an  engagement  or  not.  What 

I  feel  is  that  ..." 

We  never  found  out  w  hat  old  Mrs. 
Q  .  .  .  felt  for  just  then  the  trumpet 
sounded   and   we   went   back   to  our 
i  seats. 


WE  sometimes  wonder  of  what 
stuff  immortals  are  made, Take 
'  the  case  of  our  San  Francisco  boy, 
:  Frank    Mandel.    You    know    he    is 
responsible  for  No,  No,  Nannette  and 
:  The  Desert  Song  and  other  darlings 
':  of  Broadway.  Yes,  indeed,  Frank  is  — 
or  was  a  San  Franciscan.  We  remem- 
ber when  he  was  writing  solemn  blurbs 
about    "Every woman  "    for    a    local 
,  Woman's  Club.  But  Frank  got  over 
j  that.  Yes,  indeed ;  his  name  is  as  often 
\  coupled  with  Broadway  titles  as  our 
own  Herbert's  is  coupled  with  local 
industry.   On   the   way  to  becoming 
the    Fleishhacker    of   Broadway,    he 
stopped  en  route  to  write  "The  High 
Cost  of  Loving"  for  Messrs.  Kolb  and 
Dill.    At    that   he   was   some   fifteen 
years    ahead    of    the    Green    Street 
Theatre.   And   while   we  are  on   the 
subject  of  the  high  cost  of  loving,  we 
understand  that  a  Russian  Hill  apart- 
ment house  advertises:  "No  Children 
or  Bootleggers." 

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'  ry-^hc  Hawaiian  Islands  are  the  most  colorful  of  all 
\^  places  I  have  ever  visited.  It  is  a  new  world  for 
mainlanders;  worth  anyone's  while  at  any  time.  The 
steamship  service  between  the  mainland  and  Honolulu  is 
now  satisfactory,  indeed  .  . .  .yes,  the  Malolo  is  in  keeping 
with  the  attractions  of  Hawaii." 


EXECUTIVE  VICE-PRESIDENT 
SOUTHERN  PACIFIC  RAILWAY 


T/ie  JVialolo  is  a  Qiant  Yacht 

Accommodations  for  600  first  class  passengers.  Seven  decks  for  passengers'  use. 
Elevators  serve  all  decks.  Motion  picture  theatre.  Ballroom,  completely  equipped 
gytnnasium,  children's  playroom  and  huge  Pompeian  swimming  pool.  J  telephone 
at  the  head  of  every  bed.  150  private  bathrooms.  More  deck  space  for  its  size  than 
any  ship  afloat.   Excellent  meals.    Dining  room  seats  all  passengers  at  one  time. 

There  are  one  or  more  Matson  sailings  from  San  Francisco  to  Haivaii  everv  week. 
Frequent  sailin^sfrom  Seattle.  Regular  sailings  from  San  Francisco  to  Samoa^FiJi 
and  Australia  via  Honolulu.  Inclusive  Hawaiian  tours  from  $2"/^  for  21  days. 


niatson  line 

Hawaii  •  South  Seas  •  Australia 

G  E  N  E  R  .\  L     offices:     2  I  5     MARKET    STREET,     SAN     FRANCISCO 
also    NEW    -l-  O  R  K    •    CHICAGO    •    SEATTLE    •    I,  O  S    A  N  G  E  I.  E  S 


The   San   Franciscan 

1381 


RAPHAEL  WEILL  &  COCllNC./ rv. 


No\V  It  Can  B^ 


STROLLING  notables  .  .  .  sophisti- 
cates on  their  way  to  Paris, 
Biaritz.  the  Southern  Isles  .  .  princes 
incognito  .  .  motion  picture  stars 
the  smart  San  Franciscan  with  her 
famed  complexion  and  chic  .  .  .  per- 
haps it  is  the  charm  of  the  people  one 
regularly  meets  at  The  White  House 
that  instincti\ely  pleases.  Certain  it  is 
that  to  cosmopolitans  San  Francisco 
and  The  W  hite  House  are  synonymous 
terms  And  for  the  less  traveled  among 
us  there  is  a  tingling  sense  of  anticipa- 
tion ...  a  pleasurable  certainty  in  the 
thrilling  newness  of  gowns  that  bear 
the  romantic  authenticity  of  Paris. 


10\v  voiced  distinguees  in  the 
jFrench  Room  .  .  ,  calmly  appre- 
ciati\'e  of  exclusive  creations  .  .  . 
wisely  aware  of  correct  styling.  Well 
bred  exclamations  .  .  .  for  this  season 
they  really  seem  to  have  achieved 
something  exquisitely  different,  my 
dear'  "J{i:garde.z.  Annette,  the  black 
lace  Molyneux.  of  course  I  saw 
nothing  better  in  Paris  at  the  open- 
ings. And  that  adorable  sweet  pea 
print  Bertha  s.  I  know."  And  so  it 
goes,  all  day  long.  No  wonder  visiting 
Europeans  enthusiastically  proclaim 
the  chic  of  San  Francisco  women 


"T'm  so  glad  you  like  it"  .  .  .  the 
J.  inevitable  rejoinder  of  the  wo- 
man who  buys  in  the  shop  for 
"Dresses  Under  $30  "  And,  if  the 
compliment  comes  from  one  of  her 
dearest  friends,  the  answer  is  .  .  . 
"My  dear,  you'd  never  guess  what  1 
paid  for  it."  Which  is  perfectly  true, 
for  e\'en  the  highly  rated  feminine  in- 
tuition is  going  to  lose  confidence  in 
its  infallible  powers  when  it  comes  to 
judging  prices  on  the  stunning  dresses 


that  come  from  this  newest  apparel 
section.  Every  dress  is  actually  under 
thirty  dollars,  and  it  is  significant  of 
their  styling  that  women  accustomed 
to  paying  any  price  for  individuality 
in  their  clothes  are  transferring  their 
patronage  to  the  new  shop  for 
"Dresses  Under'$30." 


^P^^. 


\ 


ONCE  upon  a  time,  maybe,  sports 
clothes  weremeant  for  the  sports- 
woman alone  ...  but  nevermore!  And, 
by  the  w  ay,  where  is  the  sports  w  oman 
as  we  once  knew  her.  Sagging  Jerseys, 
battered  hats  .  .  .  run-down  heels  .  .  . 
undoubtedly  she  enjoyed  life  in  her  way 
.  .  .  but  what  a  way '  We  have  pro- 
gressed far  in  beauty's  pursuit.  "Such 
perfect  loves,  "the  Junior  Leaguer  says. 
"A  dream  of  a  metal  threaded  sweater 
in  sort  of  greyish  white  and  adeep  band 
of  dull  blue  Oh,  wonderful  with  a  gre>' 
ensemble.  And  look!  A  three-quarter 
flannel  coat  with  just  gobs  of  riotous 
hand  embroidery.  My  dear,  don't  you 
love  just  everything^  "  Thus  sports 
clothes  today.  Belgart  hand  embroi- 
dered Jerseys  and  flat  crepes  .  .  .  wide 
sleeved  with  feverishly  brilliant  designs 
.  .  .  hand  loomed  silver  shot  coats  that 
gleam  like  chain  mail.  We  pardon  the 
debutante  her  hysterical  approval. 


THE  younger  generation  must  be 
served! .  .  and  to  that  purpose  a 
very  definite  change  took  place  re- 
cently in  the  vicinity  of  the  erstwhile 
Juniors'  and  Misses'  Shop.  Margy, 
that  sweet  child,  and  her  particular 
triends,  may  be  trusted  to  make  un- 
guided  choice  in  a  new  section  that  is 
now  their  very  own  ...  for  even  un- 
cultivated taste  could  not  go  wrong 
on  the  costumes  assembled  for  thir- 
teen, fifteen  and  seventeen  year-olds. 


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A    O   \'    K    R    T    1    S    E    M    E    N     1 


All  Alone 


"Y^HP^N  one  is  alone,  the 

s\^to{ flowers  refreshes 

the  spirit— a  happy  thought 

for  you,  for  your  friends. 


Orders  telegraphed 
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Now  k  Can  Be  Told 

(t'ontinucj   ironi  Prge  V) 

HOW  fashions  and  habits  change. 
We  remember  when  we  cut 
school  lor  a  month  to  usher  in  a  local 
stock  company  theatre.  We  got  fifty 
cents  a  clay  and  saw  four  shows  ten 
times  each.  We  knew  the  "My  King- 
dom For  a  Horse"  speech  verbatim 
and  we  were  always  two  lines  ahead 
of  the  villain  in  "Shore  Acres." 

But,  alas  for  the  youth  of  the  land, 
ushering  has  become  a  profession. 
Gaudily  caparisoned  drum  majors 
now  escort  us  to  our  pew  in  our  favor- 
ite palace  of  the  silent  drama.  Be  the 
picture  a  story  of  Old  Madrid,  then 
art  decrees  that  the  usherettes  shall 
be  garbed  as  potential  Carmens.  And 
when  Douglas  Fairbanks  leaps  across 
the  silver  screen  the  usherettes  are 
pirates  and  when  the  action  of  the 
play  is  set  in  the  Garden  of  Eden,  the 
usherettes  .... 

Well,  to  get  to  the  point.  The  usher- 
ette does  not  usually  overdress  her 
part.  Her  garb  is  restricted  to  regions 
:well  above  the  patella.  This  gives  her 
ifree  motion  of  limbs  when  dashing  up 
and  down  the  dark  aisles,  and  aids 
her  to  take  her  place  as  one  of  the 
main  attractions  of  the  performance. 
It  is  told  that  one  T.  B.  M.  remains 
in  the  lobby  during  the  vaudeville 
parts  of  the  bill.  He  frankly  states 
that  he  likes  to  stand  there  and  smoke 
his  Three  Castle,  and  furthermore  he 
explains  that  the  nether  limbs  of  the 
usherettes  outclass  those  of  the 
chorines.  Moreover  their  owners  are 
I  prohibited  by  managerial  regulation 
Trom  twitting  him  about  his  baldness 
■...an  invariable  practice  of  the 
lemales  on  the  stage  v\hen  he  graces 
a  seat  in  the  front  row. 

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MUCH  interest  and  comment  has 
been  provoked  by  the  Automo- 
bile show.  There  was  a  time  when 
an  automobile  show  was  a  real  event 
and  one  went  arrayed  in  a  new  bow- 
ler and  fresh  spats  to  stroll  about 
among  sleek  Minervas  and  Pierce  Ar- 
rows at  the  Palace  Hotel.  But  this 
year  to  achieve  any  chic  one  goes  to 
■  the  local  Ford  agency  where  the  new 
^flivver  is  making  its  debut  in  lonely 
'plutocratic  grandeur.  If  the  Dodge 
and  Chevrolet  companies  wish  to 
'compete  with  such  swank  the  only 
thing  left  is  for  them  to  give  their  little 
vehicles  coming  out  balls  at  the  St. 
I  Francis  or  the  Burlingame  Country 
Club! 

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BIOGRAPHY  continues  to  run  its 
course  with  the  rejoicefuinessof 
the  hiblical  giant^  Among  recent 
productions  of  the  i<ind  is  Andre 
Maurois,  "Benjamin  Disraeli'"  (Ap- 
pleton)  in  which,  after  some  sketchier 
"portraits"  and  romance  writing  that 
fell  rather  fiat,  as  far  as  the  English- 
speaking  public  was  concerned,  the 
author  seems,  like  Browning's  thrush, 
to  have  recaptured  some  of  the  "fine 
rapture  "  of  his  "Ariel."  From  this 
French  writer  one  expects  delights  of 
style,  and  one  not  only  has  them  in 
his  newest  work  but  a  solidness  of 
treatment  that  not  always  accom- 
panies those  happy  qualities.  The 
combination  has  resulted  in  a  biog- 
raphy of  England's  most  phenomenal 
of  statesmen  that  stands  high,  if  not 
wholly  ranking  with  some  of  his  many 
predecessors,  in  lives  of  Disraeli. 
Though  Disraeli's  political  career  is 
duly  traced,  it  is  his  subject's  human 
side  that  seems  most  to  have  appealed, 
and  the  pages  devoted  to  painting  it 
are  the  most  arresting  side  of  the  book. 
It  is  pointed,  too,  by  an  impartiality 
towards  Disraeli  which  has  not  always 
been  the  most  conspicuous  feature  of 
his  chroniclers.  'With  the  presentation, 
giving  a  genuine  flesh-and-blood  figure, 
we  get  a  generous  canvas  of  the  times. 


A  NOTHER  notable  biography,  which 
J~\_  will  be  particularly  relished  by 
Californians,  is  that  of  Fremont,  sub- 
titled "The  West's  Greatest  Adven- 
turer"; the  portly  two  volumes  being 
penned  by  Allan  Nevins  (Harpers). 
Admirably  written,  and  animated  by 
judicious  esteem  for  the  picturesque 
pathfinder,  the  book — enhanced  by 
numerous  rare  prints — is  not  merely 
a  full  account  of  Fremont's  chequered 
career  but  an  epic  of  a  period  that 
witnessed  our  country's  expansion 
from  a  mere  strip  of  Eastern  civiliza- 
tion to  all  that  composes  its  present 
continental  vastness.  Outside  of  Fre- 
mont's own  memoirs,  from  which  the 
writer  liberally  draws,  no  work  con- 
cerning Fremont  is  more  valuable 
than  this  new  production,  represent- 
ing, as  it  does,  a  substantial  monu- 
ment to  a  memorable  actor  in  the 
drama  of  our  country's  making. 


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enson by  G.  K.  Chesterton  is 
less  of  an  appreciable  asset  in  the  lit- 
erature of  the  moment.  Its  raison 
d'etre,  as  voiced  by  its  author,  is  that 
present  Stevenson  reactions  are  as 
disproportioned  to  his  proper  de- 
serts as  perhaps  the  excesses  of  lauda- 
tion which  he  once  received.  Chester- 
ton's labors  to  place  him  where  he 
rightly  belongs — and  he  finds  him  a 
figure  of  permanent  significance  in 
letters — are  attended  by  his  usual 
characteristics,  ingenuity  rather  than 
soundness  of  argument,  and  a  passion 
for  glittering  phrase.  It  is  a  sympa- 
thetic tribute  to  Stevenson,  the  value 
of  which  is  mostly  in  the  forensic. 
«      «      « 

PARTi-PRis  is  even  more  emphatic 
in  the  enlarged  reprint  of  Robert 
Harborough  Sherard  s  life  of  Oscar 
Wilde  (Dodd,  Mead  &  Co.)  which, 
giving  scant  attention  to  the  artist, 
contribute  some  new  light  on  the 
Wilde  ancestry,  marked  by  sundry 
cases  of  eccentricity  and  ill-balance, 
and  makes  no  attempt  to  overe.xploit 
his  trial.  The  contention  of  the  biog- 
rapher is  that  his  subject  had  periodic 
attacks  of  insanity,  of  which  he  cites 
some  convincing  enough  evidence. 
Besides  his  own  portrait  of  Wilde, 
Mr.  Sherard  includes,  among  various 
addenda,  a  sketch  of  him  contributed 
by  one  of  the  prison  wardens  of  Read- 
ing Gaol  who  occupied  that  post  dur- 
ing Wilde's  incarceration  there. 
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NEW  York's  thrice-made  gover- 
nor is  the  theme  of  multiplying 
pens,  the  latest  of  these  productions, 
wherein  political  prospects  of  their 
subject  are  duly  considered,  is  "Up 
From  the  Streets:  Alfred  E.  Smith." 
by  Norman  Hapsgood  and  Henry 
Moskowitz.  The  collaborators  by  their 
close  personal  contact  with  Governor 
Smith  are  in  the  position  to  speak 
authoritatively  of  his  personality,  and 
in  the  preparation  of  the  biography 
have  had  access  to  much  interesting 
and  fresh  data. 

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A  BOOK  that  is  likely  to  be  in  most 
reader  s  hands  ere  long  is  Charles 
Mertz's  "The  Great  American  Band- 
wagon" (John  Day)  which  deals  with 
the  evolutions  of  our  national  exis- 
tence in  a  genial  sport-making  spirit 
that  the  author  backs  up  with  elabor- 
ate researchfulness  in  a  wide  field  of 
material.  As  a  comic  saga  of  Ameri- 
canism it  has  the  merit  of  uniqueness, 
and  can  only  be  resented  by  country- 
men whose  chauvistic  feelings  are  en- 
joyed at  the  expense  of  a  sense  of 
humor  and  open-mindedness  in  self- 
criticism. 


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IN  connect  ion  with  all  it  touches  one 
can  read  with  profit  Philip  Ciued- 
della's  "Conquistador.  y\merican  Fan- 
tasia" (Harpers)  where  that  shrewd 
and  brilliant  w  riter  holds  up  a  mirror 
to  our  national  human  nature  as  ex- 
hibited against  such  backgrounds  as 
\'ew  \'ork.  Boston  and  Chicago.  The 
fantasia  is  cast  in  a  series  of  essays, 
the  art  of  writing  which  is  so  high  a 
possession  of  the  writer.  To  the  sub- 
ject Mr.  Gueddella  brings  a  foreign 
mind  that  is  all  the  more  praiseworthy 
n  that  it  is  speculative  rather  than 
too  conclusive,  a  rarity  among  those 
who  \isit  us. 

B-i  UFFINGTON  VALENTINE 


THE  Goat's  Hoof,  subtitled  a 
Novel  for  Wives  Only,  is  doubt- 
less the  germinating  seed  of  a  new  sex 
w  ar  Women  will  read  it  and  paw  the 
air,  for  it  is  the  story  of  the  female 
huntress,  the  Lorelei  Lee,  the  Gold 
Digger,  done  from  the  man's  point  of 
view.  The  heroine  is  the  Mud  Hen — 
the  lumpy,  frowsy  women  who  live  in 
the  great  mansions  in  any  city  and 
ride  around  in  the  costly  motors  sup- 
plied by  their  husbands,  "furred  and 
chauffeured  .  .  .  oozing  respectabil- 
ity and  virtue,  and  entirely  lacking  in 
sex  appeal."  The  huntress,  the  Lorelei 
Lee,  the  Gold  Digger,  stands  on  the 
curb  and  looks  enviously  through  the 
plate  glass  at  the  Mud  Hen  who  owns 
the  car  and  the  mansion  it  is  heading 
toward,  whilst  she,  the  husband's 
mistress,  owns  only  a  few  passionate 
love  notes  and  the  menus  from  some 
costly  but  altogether  ephemeral  lob- 
ster dinners  "Men  are  not  the  fools 
women  think  they  are.  "  These  run- 
ning Rabelaisian  comments  on  the 
much  disputed  institution  of  marriage 
explain  w  hy  the  mud  hens  wear  sables 
and  the  mistresses  the  grey  squirrel 
coats.  The  triumph  of  Flaming  Youth 
is  a  mess  of  ashes  out  of  which  the 
mud  hen  wife  rises  triumphant  as  the 
phoenix,  ready  to  nurse  the  erring 
husband  through  his  dotage  and  in- 
cidentally inherit  his  motors,  his  coun- 
try houses  and  sundry  gold-edged 
securities.  The  book  is  a  cocktail,  after 
all  the  pish-posh  that  has  been  w  rit- 
ten  about  marriage,  but  it  is  a  cocktail 
strong  w  ith  bitters.  And  most  women 
like  their  cocktails  grenadine-sweet. 

The  Goat's  Hoof.  By  Algernon 
Crofton.  Publisher,  Pascal  Covici. 
$2  50. 

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The  quiet  and  comfort  of  home  for  the 
permnneyit  or  overnight  stay. . . .  The 
color  and  life  oj  the  great  city  epito- 
mized in  Peacock  Court.,  where  chef, 
maitre  d'  hotel  and  Anson  Weeks' 
orchestra  cater  to  the  tastes 
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for  fundamental  and  thorough  professional  training 
in  dramatic  art  as  applied  to  the  present-day  theatre. 
The  course  of  instruction  is  designed  to  equip  pupils 
to  qualify  successfully  for  professional  engagements. 
CfMr.  Heyes'  distinguished  career  on  both  screen  and 
stage, coupledwith  his  extensive  directorial  experience 
and  wide  acquaintance  with  directors  and  producers, 
affords  graduates  invaluable  opportunity 
for  recognition  and  preferment. 


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THE  THEATRE 

Orpheum:  "A  San  Francisco  Institution  that 
never  fails  to  attract." 

Cl'RRan:  "The  Desert  .Sonfi."  Operetta  takes 
its  spats  and  male  chorus  to  the  Algerian 
Desert.  Delightful  songs  and  on  key  singing. 

Geary:  "Interference.  "  In  which  nice  ladies  in 
the  latest  pajamas  make  mekxJrama  for  the 
other  ladies'  husbands.  It's  English  and  ot 
the  Du  Maurier  school. 

Columbia:  "\('ings"  An  epic  of  the  air.  in 
which  four  youngsters  of  the  screen  take 
one  step  onward  toward  fame. 

Community  Playhouse:  "Apjjearances."  At- 
tempted assault  on  Sutter  Street  will  gi\e 
way  to  "The  Mikado"  on  April  25.  This  will 
revivify  the  Community  Guild. 

President:  "The  Shannons  of  Broadu-ay.  "The 
Glcasons  pour  forth  comedy  into  the  mouths 
of  Henry  Duffy's  competent  troupers. 

Alcazar:  "The  Easy  Mark"  More  whimsy  on 
O'Farrell  Street  with  Emerson  Treacy,  Ann 
McKay,  and  Irving  Mitchell. 

Green  Street:  "Love  a  La  Carte  "  This  might 
have  been  another  "Captive,  "  but  then  it 
isn't. 

Fulton  (Oakland):  "Paid  in  Full."  "The 
Green  Hat.  "The  Mirage."  and  "Madame 
A."  All  to  be  powerfully  revived  by  the 
distinguished  Marjorie  Rambeau.  and  the 
handsome  Allan  Vincent. 


MOVIES 

Embassy:  A1  Jolson  has  been  seen  and  heard 

by  virtually  250,000  San  Franciscans  in  the 

past  nine  weeks. 
California:  Harold  Lloyd  in  "Speedy." 
St.  Francis;  Richard  Barthelmess  achieves 

another  masterpiece  in  "The  Patent  Leather 

Kid." 
Warfield:  The  weekly  pay  check  for  K  Y  A 

and  West  Coast  Theatres,  Inc.  Always  an 

elaborate  show. 
Granada:  The  advent  of  the  Publix  Revues  is 

making  this  theatre  a  most  popular  hangout. 


ART 

COURTESY  THE  ARGUS 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie:  Through  April  4, 
drawings,  paintings  and  carvings  by  the 
three  Howard  Brothers,  Charles  Houghton, 
John  Langley  and  Robert  Boardman.  Start- 
ing April  5,  water  colors  by  Charles  Hovey 
Pepper  of  Boston. 

California  School  of  Fine  Arts:  April  25 
to  May  b.  Fiftieth  Annual  E.\hibition  of  the 
San  Francisco  .Art  Association. 

Californla  Palace  of  the  Legion  of 
Honor:  Through  May  13.  foreign  section 
of  the  Carnegie  Institutes  Twenty-Sixth 
International  Exhibition  of  Modern  Art. 

East  West  Gallery  of  Fine  Arts:  Until 
April  17,  paintings  by  Harold  English  and 
Gale  Tumbull.  members  of  "The  Group  of 
.•Xmerican  Painters  in  Paris. '"  April  18-21, 
Arts  and  Crafts  exhibition.  April  23-May 
10,  water  colors,  etchings  and  drawings  by 
Richard  Lahey. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery:  April  2  to  14,  pictorial 
photographs  of  San  Francisco  by  W.  E. 
Dassonville.  April  23  to  28.  imaginative  and 
creative  work  by  children,  pupils  of  Mme. 
Galka  E.  Scheyer.  April  30  to  May  12,  oils, 
drawings  and  wood  blocks  by  Agnes  Park. 

Persian  Art  Centre:  Persian  Fine  Arts  from 
the  collection  of  Dr.  Ali-Kuli  Khan. 

"Vickery,  Atkins  &l  Torrey:  Etchings  by 
contemporary  artists. 

Women's  City  Club:  Through  April  14, 
Decorative  Arts  Exhibition,  sponsored  by 
San  Francisco  Society  of  Women  Artists. 

Gertrude  Wood  Gallery:  Paintings  by 
Bertha  Stringer  Lee. 

WoRDEN  Gallery:  Paintings  by  California 
artists.  Etchings  and  mezzotints. 

MUSIC 

April  3,  Harold  Bauer  in  recital,  Civic  Audi- 
torium. 

April  b.  Music  Festival  at  Auditorium. 

April  1 1,  Music  Festival  at  Auditorium  with 
San  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra  and 
Kathryn  Meisle,  Paul  Althouse  among  the 
soloists. 

April  17,  Farewell  recital  of  the  Persinger 
Quartet. 


DINING  AND  DANCING 
Tails  at  the  Beach:  Modern  lure  backed  by 

yesterday's  mystery. 
The  Mark  Hopkins:  On  top  of  the  world  in  ' 

more  senses  than  one. 
Courtyard  Tea  Room:  415  Grant  Avenue. 

Service  inside  by  the  fire  or  outside  under 

rakish  sunshades. 
Russian   Tea   Room,    1001    Vallejo   Street. 

Luxuriesof  the  Czar  sregimemadeaceessible. 
Jungletown:     502    Broadway.     A    tropical  I 

refuge  for  those  who  like  em  hot  or  cold. 
Belle  de  Graf:  Around  the  corner  from  the 

Palace.  Food  that  is  food. 
Fairmont:  Soft  carpets — and  Rudy  Sieger. 
Alladin  Studio:  363  Sutter  Street.     Where 

the  Misses  Mooser  beat  the  tom-toms  of 

bohemia. 
Temple   Bar    Tea    Room:   No.    1    Tillman 

Place.  If  you  don't  mind  the  jam. 
Post  Street  Cafeteria:  62  Post  Street. 

Luncheon  served  with  apple  blossoms. 
St.  Fr.\ncis:  Where  smart  people  entertain. 
Marth,'^  Jean's:  270  Sutter  and  340  Mason. 

Artistic  atmosphere  and  enticing  food. 
Mamnaru  Tei  :  546  Grant  A\enuc.  Food  from  i 

Nippon,  served  in  Chinatown. 
The  Palace:  In  Spring  youth's  fancy  turns  to 

the  Rose  Room. 
Francis  Tea  Room:  315  Sutter  Street.  Plenty  < 

of  air  and  fresh,  crisp  food. 
La  Casa  .Alta:  442  Post  Street.  The  click  of 

castanets — and  popovers. 
The  Clift  Roof  Lounge:  Refreshingly  aloof 

from  the  city. 
Julius'  Castle:  302  Greenwich  Street.  Ro- 
mantically perched  on  the  side  of  Telegraph 

Hill.  Local  color  guaranteed. 

LECTURES 

Ernest  Bloch:  "The  Meaning  of  Mv  Creative 
\V"V/t."PaulElder's.April9and23,  2  :30p.m. 

Upton  Close:  "The  Revolt  of  Asia,"  Paul 
Elder's.  April  5,  8:15  p.m. 

Mary  Proctor:  "The  Wonders  of  the  Heav- 
ens," Paul  Elder's.  April  14,  2:30  p.m. 

Rudolph  Schaeffer:  " Rhylhmo-Chromalic 
Design,"  127  Grant  Avenue,  Thursdays, 
April  12  to  17,  10:30  a.m.  and  7:30  p.m. 

Mme.  Galka  E.  Scheyer:  "Survey  of  Modern  ■ 
Art."  Y.  W.  C.  A.,  Monday  evenings,  8:00. 


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And  the  crier 
Rang  the  bell. 
WTia;  ivould 
You  buy?" 

From  Dream  Pedlary 
By  Thomas  Lon'ell  Beddoes 
(1803-1849) 

Let's  leave  the  "if  "  out  of  it.  There 
are  dreams  to  sell.  I  don't 
^mean  that  you  can  saunter 
into  any  big  department  store 
and  ask.  the  suave  and  sapient  floor- 
walker for  the  shortest  cut  to  the 
dream  counter  and  ha\e  him  answer: 
"Two  aisles  to  your  right,  Madam, 
and  there  are  a  few  shop-worn  ones  on 
the  bargain  counter  in  the  basement.  " 

No,  you  don't  find  dreams  that 
way.  You  stumble  on  them  in  the  un- 
expected places.  Sometimes  on  the 
avenue.  More  often  in  an  out  of  the 
way  corner  that  the  average  mad 
mortal  rushes  past  in  that  bewilder- 
ing follow-the-leader  game  that  is 
shopping. 

Break  away  from  the  "madding 
crowd"  and  stroll  with  me.  Yes,  1 
know  that  it's  a  pace  that's  out  of 
step  with  the  throng,  but  you  can't 
charge  at  dreams  in  the  same  manner 
that  Nou  battle  to  buv  a  pair  of  hose 
reduced  to  $2.98! 

Come,  saunter  up  Grant  Avenue. 
At  2  Tillman  Place  a  dog  of  indefinite 
parentage  but  most  definite  person- 
ality will  wag  a  friendly  tail  in  wel- 
come and  lure  you  into  Hargen's  Old 
Book  Shop. 


As  seen 
Her 


No  dreams  for  sale^  Why,  the 
shelves  bulge  with  them!  After  all, 
isn't  every  book  a  dream  ?  There  are 
old  ones,  new  ones,  gay  ones  and 
wistful  ones.  And  the  nicest  dream- 
seller  you've  ever  met  will  let  you 
poke  about  and  brouse  as  long  as 
you've  a  mind  to. 

Many  of  the  books  are  not  for  sale, 
rare  old  darlings  too  dear  to  Mr. 
Hargen's  heart  to  ever  place  a  price 
on  them.  If  you  chance  to  fancy  one 
of  these,  as  1  did,  you'll  have  a  unique 
experience.  Tempt  him  with  fat 
sums.  It  will  do  no  good.  The  book 
is  simply  not  for  sale.  But  you  may 
take  it  home,  read  it  at  your  leisure 
and  return  it  when  you  will — for 
though  he  won't  part  with  a  pet  book 
he  will  share  it  with  you. 

(Incidentally  a  signed,  framed 
photograph  of  Gertrude  Atherton 
was  stolen  from  The  Old  Book  Shop 
recently.  How  anyone  could  steal 
anything  from  Mr.  Hargen's  is  be- 
yond our  comprehension  or  vocabu- 
lary. He'd  give  or  lend  anything  he 
owns  to  anyone.  We  do  not  imagine 
that  this  "meanest  thief"  is  a  reader 
of  this  magazine,  but  should  he  stray 
upon  a  copy  and  see  this  paragraph 
we  suggest  that  he  mail  the  picture 
to  the  San  Franciscan  office.  We'd 
take  such  pleasure  in  returning  Mrs. 
Atherton  to  Mr.  Hargen,  and  The 
Old  Book  Shop's  walls!) 
«      «      « 

OUT    of    the    lazy,    tarry-awhile 
atmosphere  of  a  bookshop  into 
the   bustle  and  surge  of  the   White 


House  is  a  startling  study  in  contrastsi 
but  I've  a  "dream"  to  show  you  herei 
if  there  ever  was  one. 

Do  you  see  those  glinting  silvers 
balls?  Those,  my  sweet,  are  ice!; 
I-C-E.  Silver  ice.  Si.x  dollars  a  dozen. 
Filled,  by  a  vacuum  system,  with 
water.  Place  them  in  your  Frigidaiic 
or  electric  ice  box  and  freeze  them. 
For  five  hours  afterwards  they  will 
serve  you  as  no  cubes  of  slippery  ice 
ever  did.  They'll  never  be  guilty  of 
downing  you're  highball.  What's 
more,  they  may  be  neatly  laundered 
and  put  away  to  be  used  as  often  as 
you  are  fortunate  enough  to  nee»:i 
them. 

Upstairs  the  kitchenware  depart- 
ment has  its  surprise.  Here  are  rain- 
bowed  utensils  in  every  size  and 
shape.  If  you  are  a  brunette  there  are 
shiny  black  enamel  pots  and  pans 
lined  with  a  brilliant  tangerine  to 
suit  your  sophisticated  type.  If  you 
are  a  blonde  (by  any  means)  there 
are  delft  blue  ones  lined  w  ith  daffodil 
yellow  to  favor  your  hair  and  eyes. 
Matching  spice  bo.xes  and  ruffled 
curtains  will  turn  your  sterotyped 
kitchen  into  a  thing  of  beauty  and  a 
joy  forever.  It's  death  to  the  cry 
"Come  out  of  the  kitchen,"  an^ 
birth  to  the  plea:  "Come,  see  my 
kitchen." 

In  search  of  the  thing  that  is  dis- 
tinctive, dream-like,  a  visit  to  Kratz  ; 
is  inevitable.  The  wee  shop  on  Post 
Street  is  one  of  the  brightest  jewel; 
in  the  crown  of  San  Francisco's  shop- 

{Continued  on  pa^c  41) 


Quality  Merchandise  Only 


JEWELERS 


Shreve  Treat  or 

EACRrr 


Gem  Pieces  of  INDIVIDUALITY 


136  GEAIiY  St 


Photograph  by  white 


HON.  JAMES  T>.  THEJ^A:J^ 

Whose  great  love  J  or  Calijornia  is  only  exceeded  by  Calijornia's  loi'e  for  him 


TttC 

SAN  f  RANCISCAN 


I  Remember 


Being  Some  Forgotten  Stories  of  Twenty-Two  Years  Ago 

By  JAMES  D.  PHELAN 


THE  anniversary  of  the  San 
Francisco  disaster  will  always 
recall  the  extraordinary  condi- 
tions created  by  the  earthquake  and 
fire.  In  view  of  the  fact  that  there 
were  no  premonitions,  that  the  people 
were  taken  by  surprise,  and  had  had 
no  experience  in  emergencies  of  that 
kind,  it  is  remarkable  how  orderly 
the  work  of  salvage,  fire-fighting  and 
reorganization  went  on. 

The  Citizens  Committee,  organized 
on  the  very  day  of  the  disaster,  took 
a  firm  hold.  In  a  few  weeks  the  Relief 
and  Red  Cross  Corporation  was 
formed,  under  the  laws  of  the  State, 
and  the  work  of  collecting  and  con- 
serving the  funds  contributed  for  the 
rehabilitation  of  the  city  was  con- 
ducted as  a  business  concern,  with 
an  executive  committee  of  five,  each 
member  thereof  having  a  specified  de- 
partment and  field  of  labor. 

First  and  last,  unlimited  supplies 
(whose  values  were  not  estimated  be- 
cause they  were  promptly  distrib- 
uted) and  about  ten  million  dollars 
in  cash  were  collected.  And,  under 
these  auspices,  the  city  proudly  arose 
from  its  ashes.  Railroads  gave  free 
transportation  from  the  city,  and 
about  70,000  people  took  advantage 
of  it,  to  later  return  in  greater  num- 
bers. 

History  will  record  that  the  great 
loss  of  property  was  due,  almost 
entirely,  to  the  conflagration,  which 
raged,  practically  unchecked,  on  ac- 


count of  the  destruction  of  the  water 
mains;  and  that  comparatively  few- 
lives  were  lost — estimated  not  to 
have  exceeded  one  thousand. 

The  conspicuous  tragedy  of  the 
earthquake  was  the  death  of  Dennis 
Sullivan,  Chief  of  the  Fire  Depart- 
ment, upon  whom  a  wall  had  fallen 
while  he  slept.  In  his  head,  the  plan 
of  meeting  such  emergency,  which 
he  had  elaborated,  perished. 

There  being  no  water,  it  was  neces- 
sary to  secure  dynamite  from  the 
Army  depots,  and  store  it  out  of 
range  of  the  flames.  On  the  night  suc- 
ceeding the  earthquake,  my  residence 
having  been  destroyed  by  fire,  I 
brought  members  of  my  family  to 
Burlingame  for  safety,  and  returned 
to  the  city  about  eleven  o'clock.  The 
whole  distance  was  illuminated  by 
the  flames.  Orders  had  been  issued  to 
allow  no  one  to  enter  the  city,  and 
one  prominent  committeeman,  Mr. 
Tilden,  was  killed  in  running  by  a 
guard. 

i      \      i 

I  HAD  reached,  in  my  automobile,  a 
point  near  Twenty-fifth  and  Val- 
encia Streets,  when  a  man  rushed  out 
and  obstructed  my  way,  demanding 
that  I  surrender  my  car.  It  turned 
out  that  he  was  a  fireman,  and  said 
he  had  authority  to  commandeer  it. 
I  told  him  that  I  was  engaged  in  com- 
mittee work,  and  made  my  identity 
known.  When  I  asked  him  what  he 


desired  to  do  with  my  car,  he  said: 
"To  carry  dynamite  to  the  fire- 
fighters at  the  front!"  My  chauffeur, 
John  Munford.  afterwards  employed 
by  James  L.  Flood,  nudged  me  vigor- 
ously not  to  consent;  but,  considering 
the  demand  a  legitimate  and  im- 
portant one,  I  told  the  fireman  to  get 
aboard  and  direct  the  car. 

We  drove  over  a  rough  part  of  the 
city  to  the  Kentucky  Street  car- 
barns of  the  United  Railroad  Com- 
pany, where  men  began  noiselessly  to 
fill  the  tonneau  with  sticks  of  dyna- 
mite. They  evidently  expected  trans- 
portation. Not  being  familiar  with 
dynamite,  I  asked  the  fireman,  who 
had  perched  himself  on  top  of  the 
cargo,  whether  there  was  danger  of 
its  explosion  by  the  jarring  produced 
by  the  rough  roads,  and  he  said  he 
thought  not;  that  it  could  only  be 
ignited  by  the  caps,  which  he  held 
aloft  in  his  hand,  and  which  he 
promised  to  hold  aloft  until  the  end 
of  the  journey !  Hearing  e.xplosions  in 
the  distance,  I  asked  if  a  piistol  or 
gunshot  could  ignite  dynamite,  and 
he  thought  "probably." 

He  directed  the  car  to  the  corner  of 
Twenty-first  and  Dolores  Streets,  and 
when  we  drove  there — the  crowd  sep- 
arating— the  curious  asked  what  was 
going  on,  and  when  I  informed  them 
that  I  had  a  load  of  dynamite,  they 
dispersed  as  if  by  magic. 

(Continued  on  Page  37) 


The   San   Franciscan 
f  101 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


IOL'NGiNG  in  a  tailor  shop,  await- 
j  ing,  with  characteristic  patience 
the  convenience  of  the  fitter,  we  hap- 
pened upon  the  follow  ing,  a  recipe  for 
success  concocted  by  David  Belasco 
in  one  of  his  rare  expansive  moments 
"Never  believe  a  thing  can't  be 
done  until  \ou  ha\-e  proved  it.  You'll 
find  that  obstacles  are  rare  when  one 


ignores  them.  Life  reminds  me  of  the 
signs  in  a  French  theater.  Once  in 
Paris  I  hunted  up  the  leading  lady  of 
a  play.  I  asked  the  doorman  how  to 
find  her,  because  I  didn't  know  the 
ropes  in  the  French  playhouses. 

"The  doorman  said,  'Follow  this 
passage  until  you  see  the  sign,  "No 
Admittance."  Open  that  door  and 
climb  the  stairs  '^'ou  will  see  a  sign, 
"Entrance  prohibited."  Open  that 
door  and  follow  the  corridor  to  the 
sign  which  says  'Silence. '  Then  yell  like 
the  devil  and  the  call  boy  will  show 
you  to  mademoiselle's  apartments. '" 

Our  memory  harked  back  over  the 
gulf  of  time  to  that  era  when  the 
San  Franciscan  put  out  so  bravely 
to  navigate  a  course  to  the  apart- 
ment of  Mam'selle  Fortune. 

Tears  gathered  in  these  old  eyes  as 
we  reminisced  upon  the  "Don't's  " 
and  "Can't's"  and  "Mustn't's  "  which 
marked  the  way.  Yet,  strangely 
enough,  ours  were  tears  of  laughter, 
for  these  obstacles  have  become  ludi- 
crous, viewed  in  retrospect. 

We  recalled  the  head-palsied  pessi- 
mists who  said,  "San  Francisco  isn't 
big  enough,  or  wise  enough,  and 
doesn't  care  enough  to  sustain  a  mag- 
azine of  the  San  Franciscan's  type." 
A  low  chuckle  escaped  us  as  the  fitter 
approached. 

"What  may  I  do  for  you,  sir,  "  he 
inquired. 

"You  may,"  we  replied,  "widen 
the  cuffs  of  our  coat  sleeves,  that  we 
may  more  easily  laugh  up  them." 

Ignoring  his  amazed  stare,  we 
stalked  majestically  into  the  street. 

«      »       I 

THE  San  Francisco  campaign  for 
truth  in  advertising  grows  like  a 
rolling  snowball.  Misrepresentation 
by  means  of  paid  printed  words  comes 


in  for  its  share  of  criticism,  as  well  as 
actual  deception. 

Two  of  the  most  recent  converts  to 
the  cause  are  young  flappers  who  dis- 
patched substantial  portions  of  their 
allowances  in  answer  to  an  advertise- 
ment sponsoring  a  book:  "What 
Every  Woman  Should  Learn  Before 
Marriage.  " 

As  they  swung  on  the  gate,  waiting 
for  the  postman,  the  book  arrived: 
"One  Hundred  Cooking  Recipes.  " 

■    ^       t       t 

Charles  Caldwell  Dobie  and 
Idwal  Jones,  contributing  edi- 
tors of  The  San  Franciscan,  and 
best  known  here  for  caustic  com- 
ments on  innumerable  subjects,  blos- 
somed forth  last  month  in  The  Amer- 
ican Mercury,  in  direct  opposition  to 
the  wishes  of  Horace  Greeley. 

Although  the  association  with  such 
persons,  who  frequent  hangings, stock- 
yards and  such,  bodes  no  good  for  the 
newcomers,  they  are  to  be  complimen- 
ted, nevertheless.  They  have  shown 
the  way  to  evade  the  clutches  of  the 
Americana. 


A  demure  little  damsel,  with  the 
eye  of  a  startled  fawn,  dropped 
in  a  downtown  hotel  today  and  re- 
quested the  cashier  to  cash  a  check 
made  out  in  her  favor.  The  cashier 
referred  the  matter,  and  the  check, 


/'f^- 


to  the  assistant  manager.  After  a 
lengthy  conversation,  that  official 
rendered  his  verdict: 

"I  am  sorry,  madame,  but  I  can- 
not honor  this  check.  The  bank  in- 
forms me  that  the  gentleman  whose 
signature  is  attached  has  insufflcient 
funds   " 

"Then  I  am  ruined!"  cried  the 
innocent  child  hysterically.  "I  have 
been  made  the  victim  of  that  which 
is  worse  than  death!  Where  is  the 
nearest  newspaper  office?  " 

Which  reminds  one  that  it  took  a 
flood  of  astounding  proportions  to 
wash  Sally  off  the  front  page. 


BOOKSELLERS  cxercise  a  peculiar 
prerogative.  While  vendors  of  the 
lower  castes  are  content  to  sell  what 
the  customer  may  desire,  now  and 
then  venturing  a  suggestion  in  the 
way  of  more  expensive  articles,  the 
clan  of  booksellers  takes  it  upon  itself 
to  fashon  the  taste  of  its  patrons. 

It  is  also  a  tradition  of  this  folk  to 
decry  audibly  any  manifestation  of 
poor  judgment  exhibited  by  the  cus- 
tomer in  his  selection.  "The  gall  of  a 
book  agent"  is  a  just  paraphrase. 

Not  long  ago  a  gentleman  of  our  , . 


acquaintance  stepped  into  a  book- 
store to  purchase  a  gift  for  a  friend. 

"That  green  book,  please,"  he 
ordered  the  clerk. 

"Shouldn't  recommend  it,  sir,"  re- 
plied that  lordly  one  needlessly.  "The 
critics  hadn't  a  good  word  for  it,  and 
it  had  practically  no  sale  at  all. 
Besides — " 

"I  know,  "  said  the  gentleman, 
sadly.  "I  wrote  it.  " 


ON  A  murky  wall  off  Mission 
Street,  half-obscured  by  dust 
and  weather,  clings  a  tenacious  little 
sign,  "Opera  Alley."  It  is  the  head- 
stone of  the  old  San  Francisco  Opera 
house. 

Before  the  demise  of  the  old  play- 
house in  1906,  the  little  alley  gave 
access  to  the  stage  entrance,  through 
which  the  performers  passed  to  cos- 
tume, sing  their  songs,  speak  their 
lines,  and  plunge  through  the  nightly 
gamut  of  emotions. 

Grand  opera,  light  opera,  heavy 
drama  and  the  ever-gripping  melo- 
drama spiced  with  comedy — all  found 
their  place  on  the  stage  of  the  old 
Opera  house  Many  a  young  player 
trod  the  boards  there  on  his  march  to 
fame.  Many  an  old  trouper  returned 
there  for  his  one  last  try. 

Yet  success  or  failure  never  could 
be  measured  by  applause  in  those  old 
days.  The  players  took  their  bows, 
then  hurried  to  their  dressing  rooms 
to   change   into   street   clothes,    pre- 


,    paratory  to  learning  the  verdict   of 
the  crowd. 

And  that  verdict  was  rendered  in 
the  iittii  alley  beyond  the  stage  en- 
trance. There,  as  the  players  emerged, 
;    the  audience,  w  hich  always  lined  the 
I    street,    showed    its    appreciation,    or 
lack  of  it. 

Kisses   were  blown   to   the   pretty 
I    heroine.  A  shout  of  huzza  greeted  the 
j    hero,  if  he  had  played  his  part  like  a 
:    good   man   and    true.    And   a    rock, 
bounding  off  the  head  of  the  villain 
as  he  made  his  exit  to  the  accompani- 
ment of  a  chorus  of  hisses,  raised  not 
I    an  ordinary  bump,  but  the  true  mark 

of  success. 
1        Happy  the  stage  villain  who  could 
■    show  such  honorable  scars  in  those 
blunt  times. 

«       *       * 

C"i  iNiCAL  persons  aver  that  the  one 
sure  way  to  dodge  a  San  Fran- 
ciscan is  to  enter  a  San  Francisco  art 
gallery.  The  criticism  has  not  been 
confined  to  San  Francisco,  but  is 
none  the  less  galling,  and  not  less 
fallacious  for  its  general  application. 

We  rise  in  defense  of  the  local  art 
lovers.  Last  Sunday  21,852  men, 
women  and  children  attended  the 
League  of  American  Pen  Women 
exhibition  in  the  de  Young  Memorial 
Museum.  We  refuse  steadfastly  to 
concede  that  this  number  can  be  sum- 
marily classified  as  itinerant.  We  are 
convinced,  on  the  contrary,  that  the 
de  youngsters  have  scored  over 
Babbitry. 

At  the  California  Palace  of  the 
Legion  of  Honor  the  attendance  has 
been  even  greater  of  late.  Art  lovers 
are  herded  in  droves  into  the  wing  of 
the  building  devoted  to  the  foreign 
section  of  the  Carnegie  Institute's 
International   Exhibition.   Two  hun- 


:3s 


dred  and  seventy-eight  pictures,  rep- 
resenting fifteen  leading  nations  of 
Europe  and  their  most  noted  artists, 
are  on  display.  The  group  was  col- 
lected by  Homer  Saint-Gaudens,  di- 
rector of  Fine  Arts  of  the  Carnegie 
Institute  at  Pittsburg.  The  spirit  of 
the  exhibition  as  a  whole  is  contempo- 
rary, and  the  interest  manifested  in 
its  display  is  no  more  than  deserved. 

As  the  crowd  mills  through  the  gal- 
lery, clipped  comment  drops  here 
and  there  to  soothe  or  scathe  the  ears 


of  eagerly  listening  exhibitors.  Com- 
pliments are  too  flowery  for  repro- 
duction, but,  of  the  other  sort : 

"Anto  Carte,  hmmm  ^  Second  prize, 
hmmm^  Bet  it  would  have  taken 
first  if  he'd  been  dead  ' 

One  esthete,  pausing  before  Henry 
Matisse's  prize  winner,  called  deri- 
sively, "Look  there,  Mabe! 'Still Life.' 
You  see  any  still?  You  can't  trust 
them  Bohemians!" 

*      *      « 

WE  POINT  with  pride  to  the  as- 
cension of  Mr.  Richard  Doyle, 
late  of  the  Players'  Guild,  to  the 
ranks  of  play  producers.  Although  we 
cannot  lay  claim  to  having  sponsored 


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Mr.  Doyle  in  histrionic  achievement, 
we  mark  him,  nevertheless,  as  a 
protege. 

Mr.  Doyle,  in  company  with  Mr. 
Ben  Legere,  made  his  debut  as  an 
impressario  by  presenting  Henrik 
Ibsen's  "Ghosts  "  at  the  Theater  of 
the  Golden  Bough  in  Carmel-by-the- 
Sea,  in  commemoration  of  the  birth- 
day of  the  great  Norwegian  master. 
It  may  be  that  the  ghost  of  Ibsen 
himself  hovered  overhead.  Or  perhaps 
it  was  the  moaning  of  the  waves. 

Castigation  of  the  precocious  Mr. 
Doyle  is  our  privilege,  earned  from 
long  association.  One  summer,  hav- 
ing pried  the  gentleman  away  from 
the  summer  home  of  Senator  Phelan, 
we  had  the  pleasure  of  his  company 
on  a  protracted  tour  of  Lassen  Park. 
We  shall  never  forget  that  trip,  and 
we  doubt  not  that  it  engraved  itself 
on  the  memory  of  Mr.  Doyle. 

At  a  particularly  torrid  spot  in  the 
volcano  country  an  integral  part  of 
our  costly  motor  disintegrated,  largely 
through  our  carelessness,  as  we  were 
told  by  the  caustic  Mr.  Doyle.  Our 
foodstuffs  were  miles  away,  and  for 
five  days,  while  waiting  for  the  offend- 
ing part  to  be  replaced,  we  subsisted 
entirely  upon  eggs,  of  which  we  had  a 
full  crate. 

Culinary  arrangements  were  han- 
dled entirely  by  Mr.  Doyle,  and  it  is 
a  tribute  to  his  ability  to  say  that  at 
the  end  of  our  period  of  isolation,  we 
were  still  able  to  look  a  fried  egg  in 
the  eye  without  dropping  our  glance. 

It  is  our  contention  that  any  genius 
who  can  so  camouflage  an  egg  as  to 
make  it  edible  after  a  week  of  straight 
yolk  and  albumen  diet,  should  have 


Till-:   San   Franciscan 

III  I 

no  difficulty  in  cooking  up  morsels  of 
drama  in  such  a  style  as  to  be  nothing 
short  of  delectable. 

Upon  this  scrambled  premise  we 
base  our  prsdiction  of  a  bright  future 
for  Mr.  Doyle. 

»      *      « 

WHEN  William  Hale  Thompson 
extended  his  hand,  at  a  recent 
funeral  in  Chicago,  to  William  E. 
Dever,  defeated  candidate  for  mayor, 
hardy  western  folk  remarked  adver- 
sely because  Mr.  Dever  placed  his 
hands  behind  his  back. 

"Poor  sportsmanship,  "  was  Mayor 
Thompson's  sole  comment.  Not  "Jolly 
well  like  him!  "  or  "The  chap's  an 
utter  cad,  "  or  even  "I  say,  old  fellow, 
that's  not  cricket." 

*       «       ? 

HUMAN  window  displays  are  a 
successful  innovation.  Articles 
w  hich  elicit  not  a  passing  glance  from 
the  window  shoppers  in  their  own 
right,  attract  legions  when  demon- 
strated by  living  models. 

A  Market  Street  electrical  concern 
recently  staged  a  complete  home- 
laundry  scene.  Starchy  laundresses, 
smiling  hypocritically,  demonstrated 
washing  machines,  dryers,  manglers 
and  what  not.  A  throng  of  idlers, 
largely  male,  swarmed  at  the  pane. 

An  immigrantish  person  paused  to 
join  the  loiterers.  His  apparel  bore 
the  unmistakable  marks  of  a  steerage 
passage.  His  shirt  collar  flaunted  the 
decoration  of  protracted  service.  He 
sidled  through  the  multitude,  his 
swinging  suitcase,  with  its  Stockholm 
sticker,  bumping  a  hundred  knees. 
Despite  harsh  glances,  he  reached  the 
w-indow. 

There  he  abruptly  dropped  the 
valise,  and  made  frantic  signs  of 
recognition  to  a  Nordic  demonstrator 
within.  She  uttered  a  cry  of  joy,  beck- 
oned him  into  the  store  and  both  dis- 
appeared in  the  rear. 

Shortly  afterward  the  model  re- 
turned to  her  task  of  washing.  A  few 
minutes  later  she  again  retreated  out 
of  sight.  A  moment  later  the  immi- 


grant  emerged  on  the  street,  sporting 
with  an  air  of  triumph  a  freshly 
laundered  shirt. 

Which  proves  that  opportunism 
has  a  root  in  all  nations,  including  the 
Scandinavian 

The  San  Franciscans 


The   San   Franciscan 

I12I 


Puppy  Love 


Wherein  the  Mills  of  the  Gods  Grind  Swiftly 

By  ROWENA  N4ASON 


THK  BREAKFAST  rooiTi  was  painted 
yellow  as  a  canary's  w  ing.  The 
furniture  green  .  .  .  cool  and 
comfortable  On  the  table  laid  for 
two,  chilled  grapefruit  nested  in  beds 
of  ice  on  black  pottery  plates.  The 
silver  and  crystal  gleamed  in  the  sun. 
It  was  altogether  as  a  breakfast  room 
should  be  Dr  Sumners  settled  him- 
self behind  his  morning  paper. 

Overhead  the  sound  of  footsteps 
hurried  to  and  fro.  He  smiled  at  the 
scurrying  It  meant  that  in  a  mo- 
ment Lindy  Lou  would  be  down. 
There  would  be  a  w hirl  of  skirts,  the 
tinkle  of  her  heels  across  the  tiled 
floor  and  the  faint  brush  of  her 
shadowy  morning  kiss  across  his 
cheek.  Then  she  would  be  sitting 
opposite  him  with  one  diminutive 
foot  pulled  up  vmder  her. 

Between  jabs  at  the  fruit  in  front 
of  her  she  would  chatter.  The  dance 
of  the  evening  before  would  have 
been  ""heavenly"  or  ""an  utter  waste 
of  precious  time  "  Lindy  Lou  could 
draw  no  line  between  the  two  ex- 
tremes. But  he  found  no  fault  with 
her  attitude,  for  though  it  was  a  long 
look  back  he  too  could  remember  the 
time  when  things  were  either  divine 
or  terrible.  He  knew  now  that  it  takes 
years  to  teach  youth  to  compromise 

The  door  to  the  breakfast  room 
opened.  He  looked  over  the  top  of 
his  paper.  Lindy  Lou  in  riding  togs! 
Her  white  linen  habit  was  fresh  and 
crisp.  Her  boots  and  spurs  flashed  in 
the  light.  A  twist  of  sapphire  silk 
bound  her  tawny  curls,  the  color  re- 
peated in  her  tie  and  eyes.  She  came 
towards  the  table  slowly.  Dr.  Sum- 
ners was  puzzled.  Lindy  Lou  never 
moved  slowly.  Now  she  walked  as 
though  her  boots  were  too  heavy  for 
her.  A  tiny  line  furrowed  itself  be- 
tween her  eyes.  He  watched  her 
closely.  It  wasn't  like  Lindy  Lou  to 
be  out  of  sorts  either  mentally  or 
physically.  She  seated  herself  opposite 
him  quietly  and  the  eyes  that  she 
finally  raised  to  his  were  tired 
troubled. 

""And  why,  my  dear,  such  a  dismal 
face  on  such  a  lovely  lady  so  early  in 
the  morning!"  "  His  bantering  tone  be- 
lied the  way  in  w  hich  his  heart  con- 
tracted at  sight  of  her. 

Her  smile  was  one-sided,  wistful 


Her  low-pitched  voice  with  its  queer 
little  husky  minor  note  was  lower, 
huskier  than  usual. 

"I  don't  feel  exactly  jubilant,  "  she 
said. 

"And  that's  not  like  you,  Lindy 
Lou.  Early  morning  generally  finds 
youasbright  asthat  proverbialdollar!' 

"I  know  Uncle  Roger,  but  neither 
is  it  like  me  to  lie  awake  half  the 
night  planning  to  hurt  someone  for 
whom  I  care.  " 

And  what  horrible  thing  do  you 
plan  to  do!'  Refuse  to  go  to  tea  with 
someone!'" 

"Don't,  Uncle  Roger!"  She  pressed 
her  little  heart-shaped  face  in  the  cup 
of  her  hands  as  though  to  steady  her- 
self and  leaned  across  the  table 
towards  him.  ""Don't  tease  me.  I'm 
solemnly  serious  this  morning.  I'm 
.  .  .  I  m  going  to  break  my  engage- 
ment to  Larry" 

Break  her  engagement  to  Larry  !  It 
was  like  saying  that  she  was  going  to 
buy  some  stars  to  string  for  a  neck- 
lace. Some  things  are  just  not  done, 
that's  all.  Lindy  Lou  and  Larry  were 
made  for  each  other.  The  boy  wor- 
shipped her.  To  lose  her  would  come 
near  killing  the  lad.  There  never  had 
been  anyone  else  for  him,  and  Dr. 
Sumners  knew  that  there  ne\-er 
could  be. 

"Lindy  Lou  .  .  .  you're  joking 
with  an  old  man  before  he's  had  any 
breakfast  .   .    .  and  that's  not  fair." 

She  shook  her  head  and  something 
in  her  strained  young  face  made  his 
heart  skip  a  beat.  It's  not  easy  to 
love  a  child  as  utterly  as  I  love  Lindy 
Lou,  he  thought  .  .  .or  the  way  that 
Larry  loves  her  .  .  .  both  of  us  so 
completely  at  her  mercy. 

"But  .  .  .  why  .  .  .  you've  grown 
up  together  .  .  ."  How  foolishly  in- 
adequate It  wasn't  what  he  meant 
to  say.  Why  were  the  right  words  so 
hard  to  find?  Were  there  any  words 
that  would  make  her  see  that  Larry 
was  as  fine  a  boy  as  she  was  a  girl? 
One  couldn't  say  more  for  him.  She 
couldn  t  throw  away  his  love  as  she 


would  an  old  glove.  It  wasn't  that 
kind  of  love.  She  might  make  the 
gesture,  but  she  would  never  alter 
his  complete  devotion  to  her. 

How  curiously  helpless  fifty  feels 
before  the  brave,  confident  eyes  of 
eighteen! 

"That's  just  it'  1  don't  think  Larry 
and  I  really  love  each  other.  We're 
just  habits  .  .  .  nice,  comfortable 
habits.  Oh,  I  know  how  good  and  fine 
he  is  .  .  .  how  devoted  he's  been  .  .  . 
would  be  if  I  married  him.  But  I 
think  it'd  be  better  if  we  both  mar- 
ried utter  strangers,  who  would 
neglect  us  a  bit  perhaps,  but  who 
would  make  us  stand  on  tip-toe  for 
their  love.  " 

i      «       t 

An  utter  stranger  neglect  Lindy 
U~\.  Lou?  He  looked  across  at  her. 
It  would  be  hard  to  imagine  anyone 
ever  neglecting  her.  Beautiful  women 
are  rare  and  Lindy  Lou  was  beauti- 
ful. It  was  her  birthright.  He  was 
sure  that  her  stunning  Southern 
mother,  who  died  that  Lindy  Lou 
might  live,  looked  down  on  her  at 
that  moment  from  the  place  w^here 
lovely  ladies  go,  and  felt  that  the 
price  had  been  none  too  high. 

His  heart  said  that  she  could  not 
do  what  she  was  saying  that  she  was 
going  to  do.  His  head  knew  that  she 
would.  Her  voice  was  quietly  deter- 
mined. As  she  talked,  it  grew  more 
positive. 

""I  tell  you.  Uncle  Roger,  I  think 
it's  been  a  bad  case  of  puppy  love 
which  we  didn't  outgrow  as  we  should 
have.  Larry  and  I  passed  from  the 
mudpie  stage  into  the  days  when  we 
first  noticed  the  moon  together. 

■"We    had    to    fall     in    love.     We 
couldn't  help  ourselves.  I  don't  mean  I 
to  say  it  wasn't  serious  ...   it  was   " 
...   it  is.    I'll  always  love  Larry!  I 
don't  care  whom  we  marry. 

"But  we've  taken  each  other  for 
granted  so  long  I  don't  think  I  love 
him  the  way  I  should.  Marriage 
would  merely  he  a  deepening  of  the 
rut  we're  in.  It  might  be  deadly  dull! 
|p  "And  oh,  Uncle  Roger,  I  couldn't 
stand  that.  Maybe  I'm  a  selfish  little 
beast,  but  I  want  Life  to  be  strange 
and  new.  I  .  .  .  I  .  .  .  want  to  marry 
someone  who  didn't  know  me  when 
my  legs  were  too  long  and  half  my 

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'W 


Jf'e  had  prepared  a  beautiful  caption  to  accompany  this  beautiful  photograph.  Howet'er,  Jliss  Eagels  dei'eloped  a  sudden  case 
of  temperament  and  cancelled  her  San  Francisco  engagement.  The  editor,  not  to  he  outdone,  also  de^'eloped  a  case 
oj  temperament  and  blue  penciled  all  the  nice  things  v.'e  were  going  to  sai/  about  JIiss  Eagels. 


The   S  a  n~  [-^r  a  n  c  I  s  c  a  n 


Vale  et  Ave 


Proving  That  the  Prophecy  of  1906  Is  Fulfilled 

By  WILLIAM  MARION  REEDY  N 


Km  tor's  NciTH  The  followinK  arlitU-,  written  after 
the  FlRi;  nf  hX)o,  wa^  published  in  The  f'ra  The  dream 
that  eame  thniugh  the  Miiokv  Kales  of  that  red  dawn, 
April  18.  |y<H\  has  been  fullilled  hy  the  building  iif  a 
mighty  metropolis  on  the  charred  rumanec  of  the  past 

»      I      * 

FRISCO  it  was  called  in  that  affec- 
tion which  prompts  expression 
in  diminutives. 

Shaken  to  the  shards  in  the  dawn. 
gulped  in  part  by  a  mad  sea,  swept  by 
flame  Ruin  coxering  agony,  crowned 
by  hunger,  thirst,  fever,  pest.  Death 
over  all. 

Beautiful,  soft  Frisco,  luscious  as 
a  great  pear  or  a  cluster  of  grapes 
City  of  romance,  strife,  where  the 
strange  odors  of  the  East  come  in  to 
sweeten  the  winds  of  the  West. 

Town  of  wild,  strange,  tumultuous 
memories  to  one  w  ho  saw  its  streets 
or  sensed  its  paradisal  bay  or  felt  the 
subtle,  passionate  stirring  of  its  more 
than  Italian,  curiously  blent  "quat- 
trocento"' and  ultra-modern  atmo- 
sphere. 

There  gathered  the  seekers  of  the 
Golden  Fleece  to  scatter  their  shear- 
ings, to  gamble,  carouse,  steal,  murder 
and  build  a  mighty  town.  The  village 
a  hell,  and  then — the  Vigilantes. 
Judge  Lynch  was  its  first  lawgiver — 
more  rigorous  than  Draco. 

Croesus  came  in  and  builded  banks, 
his  palaces  rising  in  uncouth  ostenta- 
tion, setting  up  insane  speculation, 
developing  rivalries  that  flowered 
into  duels  and  into  remorseless  com- 
bines to  drive  one  man,  thinking  him- 
self broken,  into  the  sea.  Names  were 
heralded  from  there  that  meant  gold 
in  mountains:  Flood,  O'Brien,  Mac- 
kay,  Fair,  Sharon — and  a  score  more. 
They  leagued  with  or  fought  one 
another.  They  plundered  one  another 
and  the  public.  They  died. 

Business,  politics,  the  law,  all  life 
was  picturesque  and  blood-color.  Then 
out  of  the  aureate  din  and  dust  came 
the  const  ructives — Stanford,  Crocker, 
Huntington,  Hearst,  Sutro,  taking 
mighty  chances  on  building  railroads 
across  the  continent,  dazzling  the 
uorld  with  their  daring,  buccaneer- 
ing the  plains,  piercing  the  mountains 
and  grabbing  subsidies  that  made 
imperial  domains  look  like  kitchen- 
gardens. 

Out  of  Frisco  came  the  gambler 
Keene  to  teach  lessons  to  Gould  and 
Fisk  and  Daniel  Drew,  to  break  and 
be  broken,  to  win  and  fail,  and  win 
and  finally  hold  his  own  and  much 


more  against  the  most  frenzied  of 
frenzied  financiers  of  a  third  of  a 
century  later. 

The  daughters  of  rough-and-tumble 
barkeepers  and  wrangling  washer- 
women married  the  sons  of  princes 
whose  lines  ran  back  to  the  time  of 
Michelangelo  and  beyond. 


THE  WOMAN  of  the  camp  queened 
it  in  London,  and  offered  to  buy 
the  Arc  de  Triomphe  in  Paris  because 
it  obstructed  her  view  of  a  parade. 
The  grubstake  prospectors  built  pal- 
aces filled  with  the  spoil  of  Italy  on 
Fifth  Avenue.  Their  daughters  set  the 
pace  for  the  Four  Hundred.  The  con- 
tests over  their  wills  by  wives  they 
forgot  to  mention  clogged  the  courts. 
Supreme  justices  of  the  nation  were 
assaulted  by  the  champions  of  these 
wives,  and  the  United  States  marshal 
slew  Sara  Althea  Hill  Terry's  attorney 
husband  to  save  a  justice  who  had 
decided  against  her. 

There  came  from  the  sandlots  the 
cry  that  "the  Chinese  must  go."  It 
stirred  the  country  fiercely,  was  for- 
gotten only  to  revive  again  thirty 
years  and  more  later  as  a  result  of  the 
war  with  Spain. 

Out  of  golden  Frisco  came  the 
raucous  voice  of  Dennis  Kearney,  an 
agitator  to  live  in  history  with  Wat 
Tyler  and  Jack  Cade,  to  inspire  the 
thinking  of  statesmen  who  would  not 
have  wiped  their  feet  on  him.  Dennis 
Kearney's  mad,  snarling,  obscene 
mouthings  are  translated  today  into 
profound,  statesmanlike  argument 
against  the  Yellow  Peril. 

Stormy  men  and  sudden  wealth 
and  grow  ing  cosmopolitanism  with  all 
the  colorful  low  life  of  a  great  port, 
the  poetry  of  ships  from  strange  seas, 
the  babel  of  all  earth's  tongues,  made 
the  world  forget  the  good  old  mission 
times  "before  the  Gringoes  came." 

Burst  from  'Frisco  the  tender- 
tough  singer  of  the  "Heathen  Chines," 
the  historian  of  "The  Luck  of  Roaring 
Camp,"  the  wildly  luxuriant  genius 
of  Bret  Harte,  He  gave  us  the  West 


fixed  forever,  as  Scott  and  Burns  gave 
us  Scotland;  Dumas,  France;  Cer- 
vantes, Spain. 

With  the  romance  that  headquar- 
ters in  'Frisco,  Mark  Twain  savored 
his  message  of  fun  to  the  world  and 
developed  his  talent  until  he  became, 
not  perhaps,  but  undoubtedly — our 
chiefest  man  of  letters,  his  gift 
immortalizing  ""Tom  Sawyer"  and 
"Huck  Finn,  "'classicizing  "The  Jump- 
ing Frog,"  vindicating  "Ariel"'  Shelly 
and  interpreting  for  us  the  sanctity 
of  Joan  of  Arc. 

In  Frisco,  Richard  Realfe  sang  a 
few  songs  unforgetable,  and,  harassed 
by  misfortune,  slunk  away  to  die  to 
the  music  of  "De  Nortuis  Nil  Nisi 
Bonum,"  a  poem  ranking  surely  with 
"Thanatopsis.""  For  'Frisco  had  the 
esthetic  atmosphere.  It  was  another 
Florence.  In  "Frisco,  the  greatest 
modern  romanticist,  Robert  Louis 
Stevenson,  hungered  and  wrote  im- 
mortal lines.  Hundreds  of  our  later 
stage's  best  actors  come  from  'Frisco, 
where  the  theater  rose  early  and 
flourished  e.xotically. 

In    "Frisco,    Kipling's  manuscripts 
were  turned  down  by  editors,  and  he 
avenged   himself  somewhat   on    the 
town,    though    before    he   closed    his 
deprecation  he  had  to  be  little  less 
than  just  to  the  place,  if  for  no  other 
reason  than  that  had  there  been  no  i 
Bret  Harte,  and  "The  Luck  of  Roar-  • 
ing  Camp""  and  "M"liss""  and  ""Ten-  • 
nessee"s  Partner,""  there  had  been  no  i 
"Soldiers    Three  "    and    perhaps    no  i 
"Kim"    and   eke    no    "Recessional.  ' 
Artists,    poets,    novelists,    scientists, 
teachers  lent  the  population  a  tone  of  ' 
devil-may-care. 


THIS  TOWN  sent  a  boy  to  New  York 
to  challenge  the  supremacy  of 
Pulitzer  journalism,  and  to  frighten 
Wall  Street  with  a  red  flag  having 
just  a  touch  of  yellow,  and  to  compel 
by  sheer  audacity  attention  to  his  in- 
tention to  be  President — Mr.  Wil- 
liam Randolph  Hearst. 

Life  was  lived  in  'Frisco.  It  was  a 
little  of  Paris,  of  Rome,  of  Florence, 
of  Pekin.  It  was  a  town  of  tempera- 
ment in  which  lightsomeness  blent 
with  a  native  beauty  sense. 

Winds  of  the  sea  came  in  and  met 
with   winds  of  the  desert.   The   fog, 

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•THE  CITY  THAT  IS 

Howard  Simon's  impression  oj  San  Francisco  twenly-lwo  years  ajler 


The   San   Franciscan 

Ilbl 


Show  Them  The  Town 

Hints  on  a  Conducted  Tour  for  Out-of-Towners 

By  MARY  MADRIGAL 


Now  that  summer  is  well  upon 
us  and  the  out-of-town  rel- 
ati\es  are  enroute  to  San 
Franeisco  to  take  advantage  of  the 
early  summer  rates,  it  would  not  he 
out  of  place  to  point  out  some  few  of 
the  Beauty  Spots  on  the  face  of  our 
smiling  city. 

Let  us  assume  that  \ou  have  upon 
your  hands  for  entertainment  an 
uncle  from  "*l'uba  County,  a  pair  of 
aunts  from  Inyo  County  and  a  fourth 
cousin-b\-marriage  from  Tehachepi 
Pass.  Naturally,  the  first  question  to 
be  asked  around  your  breakfast 
table  will  be  "What'll  we  do!'"  There 
is  no  emergency,  no  crisis  on  earth 
that  is  not  immediately  succeeded  by 
a  moment  of  suspense,  punctuated  by 
that  simple  utterance — "What'll  we 

do:'" 

The  most  sensible  point  of  depar- 
ture for  a  sight-seeing  expedition  is 
the  Embarcadero.  Emharcadero,  pro- 
nounced with  the  true  Castilian  ac- 
cent, suggests  palm  trees,  floating 
mantillas  and  mandolin  music  drift- 
ing in  fragrant  semitropic  air.  The 
lumpy  cobbles,  the  second-hand  cloth- 
ing stores  and  the  seamen's  oaths  on 
our  ow  n  Embarcadero  will  be  a  great 
surprise  to  the  visiting  relatives,  and 
if  there  is  a  clammy  fog  blowing  along 
the  unprotected  waterfront  (as  doubt- 
less there  will  be) — the  disillusion 
will  be  complete. 

From  the  Embarcadero,  it  is  quite 
simple  to  circle  around  to  Pacific 
Street,  to  point  out  the  old  dives  of 
Barbary  Coast.  The  aunts  from  Inyo 
will  get  a  great  thrill  from  being  so 
close  to  the  smelly  carcass  of  Sin.  and 
a  sly  wink  at  the  uncle  from  Yuba 
will  tell  him  that  the  carcass  is  not  so 
dead  as  it  looks.  The  Tehachepi 
cousin-by-marriage  will  be  sniffling 
along  behind,  having  caught  pneu- 
monia from  the  chill  Embarcadero 
fog  and  will  not  have  to  be  con- 
sidered. 

«      «      « 

FROM  Pacific  Street,  it  is  but  a 
step  to  Chinatown.  If  you  have 
fortuitously  picked  a  day  when  the 
Chinese  fishermen  have  caught  an 
octopus,  then  the  success  of  your 
party  is  assured.  Show  them  the  octo- 
pus hanging  by  two  tentacles  to  a 
hook  in  the  butcher  shop  window  and 
explain  that  the  Chinese  eat  it.  The 


little  funnel-shaped  suckers  on  the 
ocotopus'  tentacles  will  cause  the 
aunts  from  Inyo  to  faint  and  the 
Tehachepi  cousin  to  go  into  a  trance 
of  horror  after  which  anything  will 
be  acceptable.  By  the  time  you  have 
shown  them  the  Chinese  drug-store 
with  its  three-headed  chicken  pre- 
served in  alcohol,  their  luncheon 
appetites  will  he  gone  completely  and 
you  will  be  in  pocket  just  that  much 
money. 

The  next  spot  of  course  is  Twin 
Peaks,  the  geographical  center  of  our 
city.  Being  April,  you  can  promise 
plenteous  buttercups  and,  with  this 
horticultural  delight  in  view,  they 
will  not  mind  the  long  walk  diagon- 
nally  across  the  city.  Having  scaled 
the  heights,  first  attend  to  all  cuts, 
abrasions  and  skinned  knees.  (It 
might  be  foresighted  to  carry  along 
a  small  bottle  of  iodine  for  this  pur- 
pose; but  have  the  Yuba  uncle  carry 
it,  for  of  course  it  will  smash  in  the 
pocket  in  the  stumbling  ascent,  ) 
Then,  while  the  ladies  of  the  party 
are  mooing  at  the  view,  allow  the 
Yuba  uncle  time  to  carve  his  initials 
in  the  Twin  Peaks  flag-pole.  It  will 
give  him  something  to  brag  about  for 
the  rest  of  his  Yuba  days.  Before 
starting  downhill,  don't  forget  to 
point  out  Sutro  Forest  and  be  sure  to 
tell  the  aunts  from  Inyo  about  the 
crazy  man  who  ran  naked  in  those 
woods  a  few  years  ago,  terrifying  the 
goats  which  are  pastured  in  the 
grassy  hollows  on  the  fringes  of  the 
forest. 

The  descent  to  Stanyan  Street  is 
happily  brief.  You  will  start  afoot 
but  ere  you  arrive,  the  Yuba  uncle 
will  have  torn  the  seat  from  his 
trousers  and  the  Tehachepi  cousin 
will  have  become  hopelessly  en- 
meshed in  the  wild  blackberry  vines 
that  clamber  so  profusely  over  that 
side  of  the  hill.  As  for  the  Inyo  aunts, 
you  will  find  them  sunk  to  the  arm- 
pits in  the  yellow  gumbo  at  the  foot 
of  the  hill.  Explain  to  them  as  you 
pull  them  out  that  the  mud  is  due  to 


seepage  which  has  been  going  on  all 
Spring,  and  they  will  understand 
instantly  it  was  nothing  put  there 
deliberately  by  you. 

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DOWN  Stanyan  Street  at  an  easy 
trot  brings  you  soon  to  the 
Haight  Street  entrance  to  Golden 
Gate  Park.  Don't  let  the  ladies  re- 
main too  long  watching  the  swans 
grease  their  feathers,  but  head  straight 
out  for  the  Bear  Pits.  If  you  can  get 
there  in  time  to  see  the  bears  being 
fed  great  soppy  loaves  of  bread 
soaked  in  milk,  you  can  then  pass 
through  the  Japanese  Tea  Garden 
with  impunity,  for  no  one  will  think 
of  eating.  From  the  Bear  Pits,  it  is 
but  a  short  stroll  to  the  Aviary — and 
in  case  one  of  the  relatives  was  un- 
affected by  the  feeding  bears,  be  sure 
to  point  out  the  naked-necked  vul- 
tures in  the  Aviary,  perched  haught- 
ily over  a  stenching  pile  of  purpling 
meat  cubes.  The  owl  cages  might  do 
the  work,  however,  since  owls  like- 
wise are  carnivores. 

Now  the  long  easy  lope  downhill 
toward  the  Beach.  Don't  neglect 
stopping  at  the  Buffalo  Paddock— 
this  is  one  of  San  Francisco's  far- 
heralded  attractions.  Numerous 
mangey  buffalo  will  be  grouped  about 
picturesquely,  scratching  the  matted 
hair  on  their  flanks  against  each 
other's  horns.  This  sight  always 
evokes  much  merriment  from  visiting 
onlookers,  impaled  on  the  spike  fence, 
and  for  your  own  relatives  would  do 
much  to  offset  the  unlovely  memory 
of  the  naked-necked  vultures  so  re- 
cently viewed  in  the  Aviary. 

As  you  jog  beachward  with  your 
amiable  group,  allow  the  ladies  of  the 
party  plenty  of  time  to  pick  the 
flowers  on  the  way.  There  are  some 
wonderful  cinararia  beds  halfway  to 
the  beach  and  while  they  are  gather- 
ing their  multicolored  bouquets  of 
these  carefully  cultivated  blooms, 
they  will  be  arrested  by  a  park 
policeman  and  will  have  the  addi- 
tional fun  of  paying  each  other's  fines. 
Thus  to  the  Beach.  'What  a  roaring 
bedlam  of  joy  in  which  to  wind  up 
your  sight-seeing  excursion !  Let  them 
try  everything  .  .  .  once.  The  Yuba 
uncle  can  be  taken  care  of  right  at 
the  start — just  park  him  in  front  of  a 

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The   San   Franciscan 


Alien  Planet! 


"We  Shall  Not  Acknowledge  that  Old  Stars  Fade,  or  Alien  Planets  Arise" 

By  ANITA  DAY  HUBBARD 


CAN  a  city  with  a  past  ha\e  a 
future!"  Is  San  Francisco  to  he 
forever  looking  baci<\\ard  at 
the  greatness  of  her  sires,  or  may  she 
consider  their  accomplishments  as  a 
basis  for  more  impressive  gestures  of 
her  o\\  n "! 

At  the  risk  of  a  lifted  and  incredu- 
lous eyebrow,  I  state  that  San  Fran- 
cisco has  only  just  outgrown  her 
infancy,  and  is  embarked  on  a  quite 
impractical  and  wholly  delightful 
experiment.  We  are  trying  to  develop 
a  private  type  of  civilization,  not 
founded  on  any  precedent,  European 
nor  American.  By  the  grace  of  geog- 
raphy, accident,  and  the  youth  of  the 
pioneer  builders  of  the  town,  we  have 
escaped  the  rubber  stamp  of  the 
standardized  American  city.  We  had 
our  childish  and  adolescent  years  in 
the  pleasant  secrecy  of  the  70's  and 
80  s.  emerged  in  a  triumphant  victory 
in  IQOb,  and  have  been  engaged  for 
the  past  tw.0  decades  in  growing  up 
into  a  mature  community. 

In  a  country  of  cities  cut  carefully 
by  Saturday  Evening  Post  and  Ladies 
Home  Journal  patterns,  San  Fran- 
cisco joins  the  party  as  remarkably 
original.  Her  habit  of  being  different 
is  so  well  established,  that  the  at- 
tempts of  even  her  own  children  to 
reform  her  into  a  conventional  com- 
munity are  quite  futile.  We  may  sigh 
for  the  democratic  excellencies  of  the 
Middle  West,  for  the  civic  conscious- 
ness of  Kansas  City  and  Los  Angeles, 
but  we  will  never  have  them.  San 
Francisco  lifts  a  bored  lorgnette  and 
considers  each  proposed  item  long 
and  with  a  satiated  discrimination 
before  she  accepts  it  into  her  civic 
housekeeping.  Her  point  of  view  is 
neitherdemocratic  nor,  in  the  accepted 
meaning,  aristocratic  It  is  only  that 
she  is  rather  interested  in  individuals 
than  in  groups,  in  being  selfishly 
amused  than  in  patronizing  Culture 
with  a  capital  "C." 

?       )f       ? 

IN  SPITE  of  the  retrospective  and 
pleasant  light  cast  backward  by 
our  elders  at  the  "good  old  days," 
justice  demonstrates  that  in  those 
swift  years,  San  Francisco  was  guilty 
of  all  the  follies  she  refuses  to  accept 
from  other  American  cities.  The  best 
surety  of  a  brilliant  future  for  the 
town  is  in  the  recognition  that  we 
have  tried  and  discarded  most  of  the 


ideas  that  are  being  held  up  to  us, 
largely  by  ourselves,  as  to  what  we 
ought  to  do  as  a  community. 

A  glance  at  the  newspapers  of  the 
se\enties  will  prove  that  San  Fran- 
cisco then  was  not  very  different  from 
Los  Angeles  now,',  except  as  a  pre- 
cocious youth  differs  from  a  case  of 
arrested  development. 

We  had  a  long  era  of  devotion  to 
spiritualism,  with  seances  held  in 
various  socially  important  homes.  We 
had  gangs  (a  la  Chicago)  originating 
in  different  localities  of  the  city  (Tar 
Flat,  Hayes  Valley,  Telegraph  Hill  et 
al.)  which  did  quaint  deeds  around 
election  time.  Witness  the  Rock  Roll- 
ers from  the  slopes  of  Telegraph.  We 
made  the  editing  of  newspapers  a  pre- 
carious occupation,  and  destroyed 
several  of  the  most  enterprising  of  the 
editors. 

Lest  the  present  city  officials  grow 
discouraged  of  equaling' the  record,  1 
merely  refer  to  the  civic  and  state 
records  of  that  memorable  year  1870. 
The  most  ruthless  politician,  would 
turn  away  in  tearful  futility  at  the 
activities  of  his  esteemed  predeces- 
sors. Our  ecclesiastics  admit  reluc- 
tantly that  San  Francisco  is  not  given 
to  church  going.  There  were  more 
than  the  proportionate  number  in  the 
good  old  days,  engaged  in  the  pleas- 
ant pastime  of  scrapping  with  each 
other  over  the  eternal  religious  ques- 
tions of  how  much  to  pay  for  the 
church  property,  and  who  should 
decide  on  the  naming  of  the  minister. 

We  had  lynchings,  and  racial  in- 
tolerance (vide  Kearney's  sand  lot 
activities),  and  we  managed  to  pro- 
mote horse  racing  into  an  epic  enter- 
tainment. Ask  the  old  timers  about 
the  great  race  of  '76,  when  all  of  San 
Francisco  and  most  of  California, 
travelled  the  Corbett  road  to  see 
Thad  Stevens,  California  bred,  run 
four  laps  of  four  miles  each  to  defeat 
the  field  of  Kentucky  horses.  A  care- 
ful historian  noted  as  an  amazing  fact 
in  1875  that  the  St.  Patrick's  Day 
parade  proceded  from  the  Mechanics 
Pavilion  to  the  Dolores  Mission  with- 
out more  than  a  few  bricks  being 
thrown,  and  with  not  one  real  fight. 
«       «      « 

Our  realtors  swept  aside  as  little 
matters  the  wildest  dreams  of  the 
Angelenos  when  they  subdivided  San 
Francisco.   Even   now  old   houses   in 


the  Sunset  and  Richmond  regions 
yield  bullets  in  the  wooden  walls,  in 
evidence  that  the  squatters  objected 
to  being  ejected  summarily.  As  early 
as  1878  a  sand  lot  dealer,  scratched 
a  square  block  smooth  at  Pt.  Lobos 
and  Geary,  by  means  of  a  mule  and  a 
sand  scraper,  loaded  a  char-a-banc 
with  credulous  would  be  home  seekers, 
fed  them  at  a  barbecue  and  sold  them 
the  sand  lots.  He  took  them  back  to 
town  just  in  time,  for  the  afternoon 
zephyr  came  up  and  blew  the  sand  all 
back  again.  One  of  our  best  citizens 
changed  the  course  of  a  creek  on  a 
stormy  night  to  give  his  land  an  acre 
or  so  more  than  he  had  bought. 

I   cite  these  matters,  not  in  criti- 
cism, but  in  praise.  We  have  no  need 
to  do  these  things  again,  for  we  have 
done  them.  We  even  invented  most  of  ' 
them  for  ourselves. 

Why  should  we  want  the  biggest  ; 
this  or  that.  We  who  had  an  Adolph 
Sutro  to  nip  a  piece  of  the  Pacific 
Ocean  for  a  swimming  pool,  and  to 
invent  a  type  of  sea  wall  for  just  that 
occasion.  We  built  Golden  Gate  Park 
deliberately  a  quarter  of  a  mile  wider 
than  Central  Park  in  New  York,  and 
our  City  Hall  dome  higher  than  the 
Capitol  at  Washington.  Our  young 
engineers  invented  the  cable  car  to 
conquer  the  hills,  knowing  our  people 
and  their  unfailing  courage  in  the  face 
of  adventure.  Where  can  you  show 
the  duplicate  of  the  Powell  street  line 
in  the  present  world?  We  have  our 
archaic  moments. 

*      *      * 

A  ND  where  else  will  you  find  the  city 
y~\  that  for  twenty  years  grew  by 
itself  on  the  edge  of  a  continent,  pop- 
ulated only  by  youths  hardy  enough 
to  stand  the  trip  across  the  continent 
orby  the  trip  around  Cape  Horn,  or  the 
Isthmus  of  Panama  on  mule  back,  for 
there  was  not  any  railroad  to  Cali- 
fornia until  !8bQ,  with  no  old  nor 
timid  people  to  tell  them  what 
couldn't  be  done.  No  wonder  they 
invented  all  of  the  faults  and  virtues 
that  other  American  cities  were  to 
have  in  later  years,  and  emerged,  like 
children  past  the  measle  age,  ready 
for  new.-  adventures,  and  with  ado- 
lescence well  in  the  past. 

Now  this  is  my  contention,  that 
San  Francisco  will  never  again  be 
subject  to  either  the  excellencies  nor 

Cuntinued  on  Page  1?) 


The   San   F 


RANCISCAN 

[191 


Hildreth  Miere 

A  San  Francisco  Woman  Wins  America's  Highest  Painting  Award 


WITH  woman's  entrance  into 
practically  every  field  of 
endeavor  one  is  rarely  sur- 
prised at  fresh  honors  that  come  her 
way.  Women  have  won  recognition  in 
politics.  Women  have  become  a  factor 


to  be  reckoned  with  in  business.  They 
have  earned  a  place  of  undoubted  im- 
portance in  education,  administra- 
tion, religion  and  other  lines  of  activ- 
ity. But  the  creative  arts  have  been 
chary  of  feminine  favors.  More  rarely 
than  in  any  other  vocation  do  we 
hear  of  high  honors  being  given  a  wo- 
man for  attainments  in  painting  or 
other  fine  arts. 

Because  of  this  and  because  of  the 
memory  of  Hildreth  Miere  herself, 
San  Francisco  more  than  pricked  up 
its  ears  when  it  learned  that  the 
Architectural  League  of  New  York 
awarded  her  the  Gold  Medal  in 
painting. 

The  Architectural  League  Gold 
Medal  is  the  highest  honor  given  for 
painting  in  the  United  States.  It  is 
awarded  for  the  best  painting  of  the 
year,  judged  from  work  submitted  in 
the  annual  League  competition.  The 
honor  is  such  a  coveted  one  that 
entries  are  made  not  alone  from  all 


By  ALINE  KISTLER 

partsofthe  United  Statesbutalso  from 
Paris  and  other  art  centers  in  Europe. 

However,  high  as  the  honor  is  and 
unusual  as  is  the  distinction,  espe- 
cially when  given  to  a  woman,  it  was 
not  a  surprise  when  the  Medal  went 
to  Hildreth  Miere  for  during  the  past 
few  years  her  work  has  been  acknowl- 
edged time  and  again  as  among  the 
most  significant  mural  decoration  in 
America  today. 

Miss  Miere  has  executed  some  of 
the  largest  commissions  in  mural 
painting  and  decoration  given  in  the 
United  States.  Among  the  most  note- 
worthy are  the  decorations  in  the 
Academy  of  Science  building  in 
Washington,  D.  C  in  the  apse  of  St. 
Bartholomew's  Church  in  New  York 
City  and  in  the  Nebraska  State  Capi- 
tol now  under  construction  at  Lincoln . 
«      ¥      * 

THE  illustrations  on  this  page  are 
from  the  Nebraska  Capitol  deco- 
rations. They  give  an  inkling  of  the 
beauty  of  design  and  the  strength  of 
line  characteristic  of  Miss  Miere's 
work.  And  when  one  realizes  that 
these  striking  figures  are  done  in 
creamy  and  black  marble,  one  catches 
a  glimpse  of  the  eternal  loveliness  of 
the  decorations. 

But  even  these  pictures  give  little 
idea  of  the  exquisiteness  of  the  fin- 
ished panels  for  they  give  no  hint  of 
the  subtle  modeling  of  the  mosaic 
surfaces.  Photographs  show  only  the 
contrast  of  black  against  white.  They 
can  not  reveal  the  texture  of  the  skil- 
fully designed  linesof  marble  chips  that 
give  a  roundness  and  feeling  of  breath- 
ing reality  to  the  flat  stone  surfaces. 

The  illustrations  show  three  of  the 
seven  or  eight  panels  that  decorate 
the  floor  of  the  Capitol  entrance  and 
rotunda.  And  between  these  panels 
there  is  to  be  an  interlacing  proces- 
sion of  the  prehistoric  animals  found 


in  Nebraska.  The  research  for  this 
procession  alone  entails  a  stupendous 
amount  of  work  in  which  Miss  Miere 
is  assisted  by  the  State  University. 

Besides  these  unusual  mosaic  floor 
decorations,    Miss   Miere    has    made 


marvelous  mural  tiles  for  the  cham- 
ber of  representatives,  which  is  called 
the  Indian  Room,  and  for  the  foyer 
ceiling.  She  has  yet  to  do  a  decoration 
for  the  dome  over  the  rotunda  which 
is  not  yet  built. 

This  one  commission  at  Lincoln. 
Nebraska,  could  well  be  considered  a 
"life  work,"  but  to  Hildreth  Miere  it 
is  only  one  of  a  number  of  decorations 
under  way  in  her  New  York  studio. 
«       \       « 

IN  1913,  when  the  Miere  family 
came  from  the  East  to  make  their 
home  in  San  Francisco,  Hildreth  was 
a  mere  slip  of  a  girl.  But  there  was  a 
certain  quality  of  determination  in 
her  very  boyish  carriage  as  she 
climbed  Nob  Hill  to  study  with  Frank 
Van  Sloan  and  Spencer  Macky  that 
presaged  her  later  accomplishment. 

Her  study  here  laid  a  foundation 
for  her  development  while  at  the  Art 
Student's  League  in  New  York. 

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The   San   Franciscan 

120  1 


La  Prisoniere 


It  Receives  It's  Western  Premiere  In  the  City  of  the  Angels 

Bt  STANLEY  GRAHAM 


INTO  the  peaceful  life  of  our  sister 
city,  Los  Angeles,  a  fearful  ogre 
did  sneak.  This  horror  was  none 
other  than  Edouard  Boudet's  much 
discussed  play,  "The  Capti\'e."  Struc- 
turally, the  angel's  camping  place 
tottered.  But  bravely  to  the  rescue  of 
undefended  .American  youth  came 
the  stalwart  Hearst  journals,  the  in- 
defatigable women's  clubs,  and  one 
hundred  thousand — nay,  five  hun- 
dred thousand  choice  morons. 

At  the  time  of  writing,  the  pro- 
ducers and  the  cast  have  been  ar- 
rested and  prominent  persons  who 
attend  are  threatened  w  ith  incarcera- 
tion for  \'agrancy.  What  a  delightful 
affair!  With  defaulting  alimonists, 
reckless  movie  speedsters  and  quan- 
tities of  the  stage  luminaries  being 
jailed,  it  should  compel  the  Masquers 
or  the  Actor's  Equity  Association  to 
establish  branch  offices  near  the 
courthouse. 

"The  Captive"  ran  for  more  than 
a  year  in  Paris,  The  French  accepted 
its  delicate  subject  with  a  shrug  of 
their  shoulders  and  thought  no  more 
of  it.  New  York  critics  praised  it^ 
value  as  a  piece  of  dramatic  writing 
and  a  few,  including  George  Jean 
Nathan,  admired  its  qualities  but 
abhorred  a  public  production  when 
open  to  the  entire  mass  of  humanity. 

It  closed  on  Broad  way  after  twenty- 
two  weeks  of  capacity  attendance. 
The  remainder  of  the  season  the  pla>- 
was  constantly  retained  in  the  public 
eye  by  sporadic  murmurings  of  pro- 
ductions throughout  the  country. 
Not  until  recently,  in  Baltimore,  was 
"The  Captive  "  resuscitated,  it  pro- 
ceeded unmolested  for  a  fortnight. 
A  month  in  Cleveland  followed. 

For  more  than  a  year  the  Los  Ange- 
les press  publicized  its  eventual  coast 
production.  The  majority  of  theatri- 
cal producers  were  quoted  at  one 
time  or  another  as  possessing  the 
western  rights.  No  alarm  was  raised. 
No  fears  expressed.  Its  presentation 
was  awaited. 

«      «      « 

THE  Mayan  Theater — the  site  of 
the  Los  Angeles  debacle — adver- 
tised the  showing  in  the  Examiner 
and  the  other  journals.  Columns  of 
publicity  were  given  its  premiere. 
But  with  Aimee,  quietly  ensconced 
in  her  autobiography,  and  Hickman 
behind   prison   bars   with   his  scrap 


books,  something  had  to  be  done  to 
augment  subscriptions. 

Consequently  the  premiere  on 
March  twenty-first  was  followed  by  a 
storm  of  protests  from  the  Hearst  sob 
sisters.  Marjorie  Driscoll  was  given 
the  choics  position  on  the  front  page 
in  which  to  expound  her  denunciation 
of  the  horror.  Gems  from  this  tuneful 
score  include: 

"Ministers,  clubwomen,  and  social 
leaders  interested  in  the  protection  of 
public  morals  attended  last  night's 
performance  and  were  outspoken  in 
their  indignation  at  the  showing  here, 
denouncing  the  performance  as  in- 
decent and  unfit  to  be  shown  on  any 
stage." 

Continuing  to  show  how  the  inter- 
ested audience  sat  spellbound  until 
the  final  curtain: 

"Last  night's  audience  rather  en- 
joyed the  predicament  of  the  young 
man  who  had  an  incipient  love  affair 
wished  on  him;  laughed  at  the  father 
with  his  futile  efforts  at  domination 
and  liked  the  \'ivacious  little  sister.  " 

With  biological  exactitude  she 
declared: 

"At  the  end  of  the  first  act,  they 
said  it  was  pretty  good.  At  the  end 
of  the  second  act,  the  idea  back  of 
the  play  began  to  penetrate.  And  at 
the  end  of  the  play,  when  the  stone 
was  wrong  side  up  and  the  unpleas- 
ant creature  was  wiggling  in  full 
view,  many  of  the  audience  went 
away  with  an  appreciation  of  the 
fresh  air  outdoors," 

Just  an  innocent  gathering  of  great 
big  he-men  and  women  from  the  wide 
open  west. 

The  truth  of  the  matter  is  that 
nine-tenths  of  the  first  night  audience 
knew  the  play  thoroughly,  either 
through  the  printed  copy  or  tea  cup 
elaboration.  The  entr'  actes  revealed 
a  parade  of  odd  types  which  had  not 
been  seen  since  the  opera  season.  It 
might  be  said  that  the  club  women 
directed  their  attack  upon  the  audi- 
ence at  the  premiere  rather  than  at 
the  play  itself. 


Alongside  of  the  epochal  de- 
J\  nunciation,  couched  for  a  large 
part  in  vaudeville  parlance,  a  screech- 
ing editorial  was  placed.  In  large  let- 
ters, it  read: 

City  Should  Stop  "The  Captive" 
Unclean  Play — Immediately. 

.And    yet    the    production    of    this 
work  was  announced  in  the  columns 
of  the  same  journal  for  over  a  year. 
For  two  weeks  advertisements  were  i 
placed  in  the  columns  of  the  dramatic  ; 
page.  And  for  six  weeks  the  editor  has  ; 
sanctioned  columns  of  the  press  mat- 
ter of  the  play. 

The  choice  article,  nevertheless,  ■ 
remained  to  Florence  Lawrence.  Shei 
commenced: 

"The  Camelia  has  lost  its  prestige  i 
as  a  stage  symbol.  The  Violet  hasj 
taken  its  place. 

"And  this,  if  you  please,  because  a. 
French  playwTight  seeking  the  eter- 
nally   demanded    'something    new" 
discovered  a  way  to  present  on  the : 
stage  a  suggestion  of  vice  unnatural, 
degenerate,  and  one  of  the  two  rela- 
tionships to  which  even  France  takes  ■ 
exception."    (Hollywood   must   have 
tittered    as    this    gal    disclosed    her 
familiarity  with  these  vicious  matters). 

"As  a  dramatic  production  'The 
Captive'  would  have  a  small  chance 
for  success  cleansed  of  its  filthy  sug-  ■ 
gestions.  It  is  talky,  dull,  and  oppor- 
tunities for  laughter,  unless  of  the 
obscene  variety,  are  practically  nil. 
(Again  the  audience  instead  of  the : 
play  seems  to  have  led  her  astray.) 

"As    entertainment    for    men    and 
women  of  refinement,  as  a  meeting  i 
place  of  girls  of  susceptible  age,  "The  : 
Captive'   becomes  a  menace   to  the 
community. 

"Bourdet's  play  is  a  plunge  into  i 
stark  clinical  report.  It  concerns  the 
marriage  of  a  man  to  a  woman  he 
loves.  That  all  wedlock  happiness  is 
denied  because  his  wife's  heart  inter- 
ests beat  to  a  Sapphic  rhythm  proves 
a  tragedy  unthinkable  in  its  portent 
both  for  man  and  woman." 
«      »      » 
And    yet    this    very   subject    has 
j[\  been    the    principal     topic    of 
table  talk  in  Los  Angeles  and  Holly- 
wood's supposedly  sophisticated  ' 
circles   for  the  past  five  years.   The 
night  of  the  premiere  everyone  looked 
askance  at  his  or  her  neighbor.  Book- 

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Eugene  0':^(ei//'s  Satiric  Tageaiit  ''^Marco  zMil/ions" 

"The  Prologue"  and  "The  Deck  oj  the  Roi/al  Junk,"  scenes  from  the  New  York  Theatre  Guild's  flaring  production  oj 
O'Neill's  savage  get  cool-headed  lampoon  of  the  American  Babbitt.  Rouben  Jlamoulian's  amazing  resourcefulness  in 
its  staging,  Lee  Simonson's  lavish  settings  and  costumes  and  Alfred  Lunt's  artistrg  in  his  impersonation  oJ  that  Inter- 
national "Babbitt,"  Marco  Polo,  have  made  this  the  most  brilliant  spectacle  of  the  Ne<^-  York  season. 


The  San  Franciscan 

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The  House  of  Mystery 

Wherein  an  Ancient  Yarn  is  Spun  Once  More 


Iw  ONDER  \\  hat  is  the  true  story 
behind  this  old  piace^" 
Tea-tiins  at  "Tait's  At  The 
Beach."  The  snug  crackle  and  fra- 
grance of  fat  logs  in  the  great  fire 
place.  Beyond  the  window  pane 
t\\  isted  cypress  hung  w  ith  festoons  of 
grey  lace  dripped  from  the  trailing 
fingers  of  the  fog — and  the  blue  Pa- 
cific stretching  lazily  to  the  edge  of 
the  world.  My  host,  an  old  San  Fran- 
ciscan, whose  memory  holds  many  a 
tale  of  forgotten  days. 

"Of  the  fifty-seven  versions,"  he 
said,  "most  of  them  are  ninety-nine 
per  cent  fancy  and  the  other  per  cent 
fact.  At  least  my  yarn  claims  the 
virtue  of  being  as  correct  as  a  greedy 
curiosity  can  determine 

"Away  back  in  1857  a  ship  was 
wrecked  on  property  belonging  to 
Bela  Brooks,  an  attorney,  w  ho  ow  ned 
rnany  Seres  of  land  fronting  the  ocean. 
Newspaper  accounts  of  the  wreck 
termed  the  steamer  'a  palace  of  the 
seas  '  To  judge  by  the  sumptuous 
fittings  which  Brooks  was  able  to  sal- 
vage they  weren't  far  wrong.  He 
used  them  to  good  advantage,  for  he 
built  a  roadhouse  on  his  land  which 
he  called  "Brook's  Folly,'  and  he 
decked  it  out  in  the  finery  cast  up 
by  the  sea. 

'In  those  days  it  rose  from  the 
oand  dunes,  imposing — magnificent, 
but  somehow  somber,  for  it  was  the 
only  house  for  miles.  In  the  place 
where  we  now  park  our  new  Fords 
or  old  Rolls  Royces,  Brooks  had  a 
trotting  track.  Here,  too,  his  guests 
stabled  their  mounts  for  the  most 
usual  means  of  getting  to  the  place 
was  to  wait  until  the  tide  was  out 
and  gallop  down  the  hard  sand  to 
where  it  stood  a  stone's  throw  from 
the  ocean. 

?      it 
■"About   1868  Brooks  closed   the 
jI\_  place,    and    it    remained    un- 
enanted  for  several  years.  I  remem- 
J'tr  while  jogging  down  the  beach  one 
iay  about  this  time,  asking  my  com- 
panion  if  anyone  was  living  in  the 
ierie,    out-of-the-way    house.    'Bats 
jnd   bums,"   was  his  answer, and   he 
Aas  just  about  right,  to  say  nothing 
of  thieves  who  carried  away  every- 
thing   that    could    be    moved.  Even 
doors  and  windows  disappeared. 

"Dilapidated  and  empty,  the  house 
was  bleak  and  gaunt,  siriisterly  un- 


ByF.R.  ADAMS 

friendly  to  the  casual  passerby.  The 
title  "House  of  Mystery"  was  in- 
evitable, for  it  seemed  so  surely  a 
place  'where  almost  anything  was 
more  than  likely  to  happen  at  any 
time.'  It  always  reminded  me  of  a 
deserted  ship  afloat  on  its  billows  of 
white  sand.  All  manner  of  weird 
legends  were  whispered  about  it,  not 
a  few  containing  a  lurid  suicide,  or  a 
healthy  murder  or  two. 


MOSAICS 

"CONTINENTALE" 

By  HELEN  STANFORD 

*  ?    «    *  ? 

ITALY 

A  crucifix. 

A  cypress  tree, 
A  snatch  of  song, 
A  beggar's  plea. 

FRANCE 

An  argument, 
A  tattered  flag, 
A  soft  kid  glove, 
A  market  bag. 

ENGLAND 

A  cup  of  tea, 
A  flock  of  sheep, 
A  red  brick  wall. 

A  lion  asleep. 

"Then  a  man  from  Omaha,  Clifton 
E.  Wayne,  purchased  the  property 
for  use  as  a  residence.  I  remember 
well  the  'Examiner's'  account  of  him 
at  the  time.  It  told  of  a  charming 
wife,  wealth,  fine  horses  and  carriages 
and  of  twenty  thousand  dollars  that 
was  spent  in  immediate  repairs  to  the 
damaged  house. 

"But  this  fling  at  gentility  was 
short  lived,  for  it  wasn't  long  before 
a  Mrs.  Gertrude  Rayfield,  opened  its 
doors  again  to  the  public  as  'The 
Oceanside  House.'  Mrs,  Rayfield  was 
the  divorced  wife  of  a  mayor  of 
Tuscon,  a  much  talked  of  woman. 
Not  a  little  of  her  claim  to  fame  was 
due  to  the  fact  that  she  was  the  mother 
of  a  young  and  attractive  daughter. 

"In  1902  she  sold  the  place  to  Mrs. 
Alexander  Russell  and  Mrs.  Elise 
Dre.xler  whose  ownership  provided 
the  most  colorful  chapter  in  its  vivid 
history 'and  the  one  exploited  and 
distorted  most  by  story  tellers. 


"They  also  had  the  house  com- 
pletely renovated  and  furnished  with 
the  exquisite  things  their  good  taste 
had  prompted  them  to  collect  in  their 
travels  to  the  far  corners  of  the  earth. 
Among  the  art  treasures  I  recall  'The 
Resurrected  Christ'  and  'Christ  and 
the  Rich  Young  Man'  by  Hoffman; 
a  bronze  reproduction  of  Guide 
Reni's  Crucifix;  Theodore  Wore's  • 
'Light  of  Asia,'  and  a  Japanese  tea 
set,  the  gift  of  Shaku  Soyen,  Lord  High 
Abbot  of  the  Zen  sect  of  Buddhism. 
«      «      « 

FOR  two  years  a  gardener  with 
Golden  Gate  Park  experience 
tried  to  make  a  garden  grow  about 
the  house,  but  with  absolutely  no 
success.  Then  a  Japanese  gardener 
was  secured  who  immediately  sug- 
gested a  fourteen-foot  fence.  The 
fence  solved  the  problem,  for  it  held 
at  bay  the  destructive  west  wind,  and 
the  famous  gardens  were  planted. 

"To  share  this  home  with  them, 
Mrs.  Russell  and  Mrs.  Drexler  took 
seven  children  to  care  for  and  raise. 
It  was  their  belief  that  environment 
mattered  more  than  heredity,  and 
whatever  they  lacked  in  heritage 
their  foster  mothers  proceeded  to  off- 
set by  the  atmosphere  in  which  the 
children  were  surrounded.  They  were 
provided  with  tutors  to  train  them 
and  all  the  other  advantages  cus- 
tomary to  the  fortunate  young  person. 

"Praiseworthy  as  the  venture  was, 
for  each  of  the  children  grew  to  be  a 
fine  man  or  woman,  the  experiment 
was  the  cause  for  unbridled  comment. 
The  fact  that  the  two  women  were 
mistresses  of  the  lonely  house  by  the 
sea  provided  tea  parties  with  an  end- 
less topic  of  conversation. 

"It  is  a  grave  indictment  against 
gossip,  for  the  truth  of  the  matter  is 
that  California  has  no  two  women  of 
whom  it  should  be  more  proud,  for 
the  seven  children  for  whom  they 
provided  a  home,  an  education,  and 
a  start  in  life,  are  far  from  being  the 
extent  of  their  good  work. 

"But  the  petty  talk  meant  nothing 
to  them.  They  were  too  busy  with 
their  lives  of  service — too  busy  living 
their  religion. 

"I  have  often  wondered  if  a  good 
part  of  the  charm  of  this  old  house  is 
not  the  lingering  blessing  of  the  hours 
they  spent  in  it. 

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C.  Ralston  of  the  Bank  of  California 

By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 


IN  THESE  days  when  we  are  kept 
in  a  frantic  fever  of  excitement 
over  the  daily,  almost  hourly  reports 
of  the  rise  and  rumored  rises  of  Bank 
of  Italy  and  Bancitaly  stocks,  and 
the  eyes  of  verily  the  entire  financial 
world  are  following  the  fortunes  of 
these  two  collosal  San  Francisco 
enterprises,  we  may  be  wont  to  think 
that  all  this  excitement  is  a  phe- 
nomena, peculiarly  and  exclusively  of 
this  day.  Such  however,  is  not  the 
case.  History  merely  repeats  itself, 
for  San  Francisco  in  the  late  seventies 
was  gripped  by  a  tide  of  speculation; 
swayed  by  the  financial  genius  of  a 
single  man  in  a  manner  fully  as  spec- 
tacular, if  not  more  spectacularly 
than  it  is  today. 

The  super  banker  of  that  day  was 
William  C.  Ralston — a  native  of 
Ohio,  born  in  1825  and  educated  in 
the  public  schools  of  his  native  state. 
In  1850  he  set  out  for  California  by 
way  of  Panama.  At  Panama  he  was 
offered  the  agency  of  a  line  of  steam- 
ships plying  between  New  York  and 
San  Francisco  and  remained  on  the 


Isthmus  until  1853  when  he  was  sent 
by  his  company  to  represent  it  in  this 
city.  Later  this  same  concern  orga- 
nized a  bank  and  Ralston's  associates, 
realizing  his  abilities,  took  him  in  as  a 
partner.  The  house  was  known  as 
Garrison,  Morgan,  Fretz  &  Ralston. 
In  the  panic  of  1854  and  '55,  this 
bank  along  with  all  others  in  the  city, 
was  threatened  with  annihilation,  and 
it  was  only  through  Ralston's  abilities 
that  the  business  was  saved.  Itthence- 
forth  operated  under  the  name  Fretz  & 
Ralston. 

In  1864  the  young  banker  in  com- 
pany with  several  other  financiers, 
organized  the  Bank  of  California — 
an  institution  whose  fortunes  have 
been  various,  but  which  still  flour- 
ishes among  us.  D.  O.  Mills  was 
named  as  first  president  of  the  house, 
but  presently  Ralston  succeeded  to 
that  office.  Events  moved  unevent- 
fully for  the  new  bank  until  1872 — 
that  is,  what  was  termed  unevent- 
fully in  those  days  when  the  city  was 
growing  by  a  series  of  abortively 
violent  spasms  of  greater  or  less  in- 


tensity. During  this  quiet  period 
Ralston's  fame  as  a  shrewd  financier 
grew,  and  his  talents  placed  the  Bank 
of  California  in  the  foremost  ranks  of 
western  financial  houses. 
«      f      * 

THE  YEAR  1872  marks  the  dis- 
covery of  the  Comstock  Lode  in 
Nevada,  a  virgin  area  of  silver  ore  to 
which  hosts  of  miners  and  mining 
companies  promptly  rushed.  The 
most  famous  of  these  concerns  and 
their  stock  issues  being  California 
Consolidated  Virginia,  Crown  Point, 
Belcher,  Raymond  and  Ely.  While 
the  discovery  of  the  lode  magically 
turned  Nevada  and  her  silver  fields 
into  scenes  of  seething  activity,  the 
excitement  in  these  quarters  was  as 
nothing  in  comparison  with  the 
deluge  of  speculation  that  swept  San 
Francisco  and  her  citizens.  The  gold 
rush  days  had  been  ones 'of  terrific 
and  extravagant  excitement.  The 
speculations  of  the  Comstock  Lode 
days  far  surpassed  them;  went  be- 
yond mere  excitement ;  became  a  rip 

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CAMERA  PORTRAIT  BY  PETERSEN 


The  daughter  oj  Jlrs.  John  B.  Casserly  of  New  York  and  Burlingame 


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125  1 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


THE  Reigning  Dynasty  has  been 
attending  weddings  of  late '  The 
first  intimation  of  Springcomes 
synonymous  somehow,  with  orange 
blossoms  and  white  satin,  and  so 
frocked  in  their  smartest  "Printemps" 
chiffons  and  silk-hatted  and  spatted 
the  Dynasty  manned  the  ferry  boats 
on  Saturday,  the  twenty-fourth,  and 
made  one  of  those  rare  and  always 
gratifying  pilgrimages  to  Piedmont. 
There  has  been  perhaps,  no  more 
lovely  or  youthful  a  wedding  in  many 
seasons,  than  that  of  Alma  Walker, 
debutante  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Clinton  Walker  of  Piedmont,  and 
niece  of  Mrs.  Willis  Walker  of  San 
Francisco,  and  young  Billy  Hearst, 
Jr.,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William 
Randolph  Hearst  of  .  .  .  shall  we 
say  Europe,  North  America  and 
wayside  points?  All  during  the  week 
previous  to  the  wedding,  people 
seemed  to  arrive  from  impressively 
distant  places.  First  in  her  private 
car  came  the  groom's  mother,  Mrs. 
William  Randolph  Hearst,  from  New 
York,  bringing  several  members  of 
Manhattan  society  whom  she  since 
has  entertainsd  at  San  Simeon.  From 
Palm  Beach  came  the  George  Hearsts, 
(Mr.  Hearst  standing  as  best  man  for 
his  brother)  who,  incidentally  are 
departing  with  the  Gerald  Hermans 
for  Europe  in  a  few  days.  The  bride's 
grandfather,  Mr.  T.  B.  Walker,  of 
Minneapolis,  was  also  present,  and 
William  Randolph  Hearst,  Sr. 

A  thousand  guests  were  bidden, 
and  the  charming  little  Interdenomi- 
national Church  in  the  Piedmont 
hills  with  its  patio  garden,  was  so 
completely  filled  that  the  outer  steps 
were  crowded  with  the  overflow.  An 
aisle  of  pink  plum  blossoms  with 
fluttering  petals  led  through  the 
church  to  a  bower  of  the  same  blooms 
beneath  which  the  ceremony  w'as 
read  by  Bishop  Wesley  Burns.  Along 
the  arches  of  the  walls  were  blooming 
hawthorn  trees  and  potted  camel- 
lias, and  within  the  chancel  were 
urns  of  Easter  lilies  and  almond  blos- 
soms. The  only  light  came  from  hun- 
dreds of  wax  tapers  shedding  their 
soft  glow,  a  truly  lovely  setting  for 
the  little  bride  who  looked  so  young 
she  might  well  have  been  wearing  a 
confirmation  rather  than  wedding  veil. 

Her  gown  was  heavy  ivory  satin 
made  with  a  panel  of  rose  point  lace, 
a  flounce  of  which  edged  the  full  skirt 
and  enormous  peacock  train.  Long, 
tight  sleeves  with  deep  points  over 
the  hands  gave  a  note  of  severe  sim- 


plicity and  the  veil  which  was  her 
mother's,  was  drawn  in  a  demure  cap 
of  lace  about  her  fair  hair  and  floated 
for  yards  behind  her.  In  her  arms  she 
carried  a  shower  of  lilies-of-the-valley. 
The  only  attendant  was  her  sister 
Harriet,  who  wore  a  period  gown  of 
yellow  tulle  and  a  large  droop  hat. 
Her  bouquet  was  mauve  and  blue 
hyacinths.  The  ushers  were  Allan 
Chickering,  Brooks  Walker,  Calvert 
Moore,  Leon  Walker  and  George 
Rosenberg.  A  reception  at  the  Walker 
home  followed,  and  here  the  beauti- 
ful floral  decorations  were  repeated 
in  blossoms,  tulips,  roses  and  pink 
peonies.  All  the  guests  sat  at  small 
tables.  The  bride's  table  was  covered 
in  apple  green  satin  and  decorated  in 
lilies-of-the-valley  and  gardenias.  Eda 
Sherman,  one  of  this  winter's  debs 
caught  the  bridal  bouquet.  The  going 
away  frock  of  Mrs.  Hearst  was  a  chic 
ensemble  of  gayly  printed  silk  with 
beige  background  and  small  beige 
hat.  They  are  at  present  motoring 
through   the   south. 

Mrs,  George  McNear  wore  black 
chiffon  and  Miss  Adrianne  Sharp  was 
in  wine  color,  Alice  Moffitt  wore  a 
charming  plaited  print  made  in 
flounces,  and  Mrs.  Wallace  Mein  was 
in  black  and  tan  velvet. 
«      «      « 

ANOTHER  wedding  this  month 
which  will  be  long  remembered 
for  its  loveliness,  took  place  at  El 
Palomar,  the  beautiful  estate  of  Mrs. 
Tobin  Clark,  when  her  niece,  Made- 
leine Raoul-Duval  of  Paris,  became 
the  bride  of  Mr.  William  Grant 
Black.  Miss  Raoul-Duval  came  with 
her  mother,  Mrs.  Charles  Raoul- 
Duval  to  San  Mateo  this  winter  for 
the  debut  of  Agnes  Clark,  and  during 
the  debut  gaieties  met  Mr.  Black.  The 
ceremony  took  place  at  high  noon, 
and  was  read  by  Archbishop  Edward 
Hanna.  It  was  held  in  the  drawing 
room  which  looked  like  a  little  French 
chapel  of  an  old  chateau.  An  altar, 
covered  with  silver  brocade,  was 
erected,  and  on  either  side  were  hung 
almond  green  velvet  Fortuny  drapes 
painted  with  silver  grapes  and  leaves, 
and  a  silver  crucifi.x  flanked  by  urns 
of  Easter  lilies  was  placed  on  the 
altar.  White  flowering  trees  were 
around  the  walls,  and  small  orange 
trees  were  along  the  chancel  rail, 
which  was  made  of  wrought  iron.  All 
the  doors  opened  out  on  the  formal 
garden,  and  the  doors  were  flanked 
by  heavy  Fhmish  candlesticks. 

The  bride  was  given  in  marriage 


by  her  uncle,  the  Honorable  Richard 
Tobin.  Her  gown  was  white  velvet, 
embroidered  in  pearls,  and  had  long, 
close  fitting  sleeves.  The  velvet  train 
was  very  long,  and  the  tulle  veil  ex- 
tended still  further.  The  veil  was 
edged  with  silver  lace  and  held  in 
place  by  a  band  of  orange  blossoms. 
Her  only  jewel  was  a  brooch  of  dia- 
mond leaves,  the  gift  of  her  parents. 
She  carried  a  sheaf  of  Easter  lilies, 
and  made  a  classical,  stately  picture, 
on  her  uncle's  arm.  Her  cousins,  the 
Misses  Agnes  and  Mary  Clark,  and 
Aileen  Tobin,  formed  the  bridal 
party.  Mary  Clark,  the  maid  of 
honor,  wore  light  green  chiffon,  and 
the  two  bridesmaids  were  frocked 
alike  in  peach  chiffon.  All  wore  broad- 
brimmed  hats,  and  carried  hyacinths. 
The  ribbon  bearers  were  Barbara 
Tobin  and  Elizabeth  'Vincent,  and 
Paul  Clark  and  Richard  Tobin.  Mr. 
Richard  Raoul-Duval  was  the  best 
man,  and  the  ushers  were  Mr.  Mar- 
shall Haines,  Mr.  Benjamin  Hayne, 
Mr.  Brewster  Davison,  Mr.  Graham 
Cranston.  Seated  at  the  bridal  table 
beside  the  wedding  party  were  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Blair  Foster,  Miss  Mariana 
Casserley,  Miss  Ethel  Lilley,  and 
Mr.  Harris  Carrigan.  Miss  Casserly 
caught  the  bouquet. 

The  Honorable  Richard  Tobin  will 
return  soon  to  The  Hague,  where  he 
will  entertain  Miss  Helen  Wills,  who 
leaves  shortly  for  Europe  with  Mrs. 
Gordan  Hitchcock,  of  Burlingame. 
*      «      ? 

WORD  comes  back  from  England 
of  the  approaching  marriage  of 
Miss  Lettice  St.  Maur,  daughter  of 
Lord  and  Lady  St.  Maur  of  London, 
to  Major  Richard  L.  McCreery  whose 
brother.  Captain  Walter  McCreery, 
has  recently  returned  to  England  from 
Del  Monte,  where  he  has  spent  the 
polo  season.  The  wedding  will  take 
place  April  eighteenth  at  St.  Marks, 
wit  h  a  reception  following  at  the  home 
of  the  bride's  aunt,  the  Duchess  of 
Somerset.  Major  McCreery  is  well 
known  to  San  Francisco  society,  being 
the  son  of  the  late  Walter  McCreery 
of  this  city,  and  Mrs,  McCreery  of 
Sto well  House, Templecomb, England, 
and  the  nephew  of  Mr  Richard  Mc- 
Creery of  Burlingame,  Mrs.  Richard 
McCreery  has  left  for  England  where 
she  and  her  daughter  Ysobel,  will 
attend  the  wedding. 


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«     «     * 

HE    marriage    of   Mrs.    Conchita 
Supulveda  Chapman,  and  Prince 

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Enter  The  Woman  Buyer 

Her  Influence  Is  Felt  on  the  San  Francisco  Stock  Exchange 

By  THOMAS  MacMAHON 


There's  a  million  dollars  of  easy 
money  for  the  psychological 
statistician  who  can  gauge  ac- 
curately the  influence  of  women  on 
the  buying  and  selling  of  California 
securities  on  the  San  Francisco  ex- 
changes. 

Women,  in  the  San  Francisco  stock 
market,  are  brisk  bu\ers  and  tardy 
sellers.  Their  influence  annually  is  be- 
coming more  important. 

There  appear  to  some  to  be  two 
corollaries  to  women's  emergence  as 
financial  factors: 

1.  San  Francisco  is  the  only  big 
money  mart  in  the  world  w  here  there 
are  no  traders:  a  trader,  in  broker's 
parlance,  is  he  who  knows  how  and 
when  to  take  a  loss  and  has  the 
courage  to  abide  by  his  own  know  1- 
edge  or  convictions. 

2.  San  Francisco's  listed  common 
stocks  show  less  hazards  and  more 
appreciation  in  value  than  the  aver- 
age stocks  bought  and  sold  on  Ameri- 
can exchanges  w  ithin  the  decade. 

Now  these  developments  may  not 
be  corrolaries  at  all  to  the  entry  of 
women  into  the  game  of  profit  and 
loss  on  the  big  boards.  Financiers  are 
too  wary  to  mistake  event  and  se- 
quence for  cause  and  effect.  The  big- 
gest admission  brokers  make  is  that 
unwillingness  to  take  a  loss  is  a 
feminine  trait  and  that  such  a  trait 
characterizes  San  Francisco's  markets. 

The  assumption  that  actual  buying 
and  selling  done  by  women  locally 
has  sufficient  volume  or  value  to 
govern  the  market's  trend  is  certainly 
not  warranted.  But  exchange  mem- 
bers have  noted  something  on  falling 
markets  that  makes  them  wonder 
what  gives  masculine  buyers  the 
afore-mentioned  feminine  trait.  That 
trait  is  so  strong  here  that  a  trader,  a 
loss-taker,  has  never  been  developed. 

Can  it  be  that  w  hen  brokers  call  on 
their  marginal  buyers  for  more  money 
the  customers  run  home  to  mama,  tell 
her  all  about  it  and  abide  by  her 
advice? 

Circumstantial  evidence  convicts 
the  customers  of  doing  that  very 
thing.  At  least,  they  usually  dig  up 
the  money  and  purchase  the  stock 
outright.  They  w  ill  not  take  a  loss. 
In  every  other  large  financial  center 
in  the  world,  a  chartable  percentage 
of  brokers'  patrons  will  sell  at  a  loss 
rather    than    post    more    marginal 


money  on  a  declining  market.  But 
not  in  San  Francisco!  Why?  Answer 
the  question  with  something  better 
than  circumstantial  evidence  and 
brokers  will  bless  vou. 


OBViOL'SLY,  if  buyers  won't  sell  on 
a  breaking  market,  the  bottom 
will  never  drop  out  of  that  market 
because  the  bottom  will  never  be 
reached.  Somebody,  or  a  group  of 
stubborn  somebodies,  will  always 
continue  to  hold  their  stock.  Precipi- 
tous plunges  dow  nward  are  not  gen- 
eral possibilities  when  stocks  are 
tightly  held.  If  sharp  declines  are 
generally  preventable  and  prevented, 
it  follows  that  the  temporal  hazard, 
or  time  in  which  a  potential  seller 
may  exchange  his  holdings  for  cash 
without  peril  of  loss,  is  not  great  or 
prolonged. 

That  is  exactly  the  condition  of  the 
San  Francisco  markets.  A  chart 
graphically  illustrates  the  safety  of  the 
local  investor  compared  with  the 
national  average.  From  1916  through 
1925,  San  Francisco's  listed  common 
stocks  appreciated  almost  100  per 
cent  with  a  temporal  hazard  of  only 
5  per  cent.  During  the  same  decade, 
the  national  appreciation  of  stock 
values  was  about  60  per  cent  with 
two  swift-striking  time  hazards  of 
approximately  15  percent. 

Now  no  one  pretends  to  credit 
women  with  taking  the  perils  out,  and 
putting  the  profits  in,  to  the  common 
stocks  listed  on  the  San  Francisco 
Stock  Exchange.  The  facts  are 
there  and  the  incureable  deducer 
can  write  his  own  ticket.  But  before 
uttering  his  conclusions,  he  would  do 
well  to  talk  with  the  brokerage  house 
which  bars  all  women's  marginal 
accounts.  Why!' 

"Well,"  answers  the  genial  floor- 
man,  "did  you  ever  try  to  explain  to 
a  woman  why  her  marginal  money  is 
all  gone,  wiped  out?  Eight  out  of  ten 
of  them  will  weep  and  berate  me  for 
letting  them  pick  a  loser.  They  forget 
that  if  1  could  pick  a  winner  every 
time,  I  wouldn't  have  to  work  for  a 
living.  " 

The  genesis  of  the  stock  market 
woman  here  is  attributed  by  many  to 
the  generous  dividend  policy  of  a  cer- 
tain bank.  The  lure  of  almost  certain 
profits  induced  her  to  put  a  little  of 


her  savings  into  the  bank's  stock. 
Lavish  disbursements  by  the  finan- 
cial institution  made  her  anxious  to 
increase  her  holdings.  The  buying  of 
bank  stock  became  a  habit.  It  also 
made  her  talk  and  a  woman's  talk 
has  advertising  potency. 

"I  was  never  in  a  city,  "  said  a 
world-travelled  financial  writer,  a  re- 
cent guest,  "where  so  many  stenog- 
raphers hold  bank  stock." 

The  profit  gradually  spilled  over  to 
the  benefit  of  other  stocks.  It  sowed  a 
crop  of  buyers,  male  and  female, 
which  has  made  San  Francisco  second 
only  to  New  York  in  value  of  its  ex- 
change trading.  The  rest  of  the  na- 
tion gapes  enviously  as  the  growth  of 
the  San  Francisco  Stock  Exchange  in- 
creases prodigiously  every  year.  In 
1927  sales  of  stocks  totalled  15,552,- 
607  shares  with  a  market  value  of 
$653,521,804,  a  gain  of  80  per  cent  in 
number  and  82  per  cent  in  value  over 
the  preceding  year. 


o 


F  COURSE,  there  are  many  fac- 
tors underlying  the  comparative 
safety  of  California  industrials  as 
stock  investments.  The  strength  of 
the  company  which  issues  the  stocks 
is  due  to  management.  And  if  any- 
body thinks  that  nimble  wits  are  not 
basic  essentials  to  successful  conduct 
of  business  in  this  chameleon  era  of 
commerce,  let  him  consider  the 
market  for  horses  and  hairnets. 

Markets  vanish,  as  it  were,  over 
night.  Just  a  few  days  ago,  an  alien 
cable  company  operating  in  Pacific 
territory  woke  up  to  the  fact  that  64 
per  cent  of  its  business  has  disap- 
peared and  that  a  United  States 
radio  group  had  gobbled  it.  Each  day 
brings  the  problem  of  keeping  mental 
pace  with  the  new  tempo  of  acquisi- 
tive America.  If  a  business  man 
misses  a  couple  of  steps,  he  is  shoved 
out  of  line,  entirely  off  the  road  to 
progress  and  profits. 

California  has  no  monoply  on  agile 
brains,  but  it  seems  to  have  more  than 
the  usual  per  capita  commercial 
endowment  of  the  ability  to  survive. 

A  San  Francisco  finance  company, 
doing  a  big  coast  business  in  auto- 
mobile purchase  contracts,  saw  one 
recent  morning  the  bulk  of  its  poten- 
tial profits  go  glimmering.  Two  large 

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Alien  Planets 

tC>>ncinucd  from  PaKC  18) 

1  the  outrageous  behavior  of  the  stand- 
,ard  American  city.  We  will  continue 
to  develop  as  an  individual  commun- 
'ity,  a  delight  to  the  knowing,  a  thorn 
in  the  side  of  our  would  be  reformers. 
We  will  refuse  to  accept  any  program 
as  a   whole,    but   will   embrace   indi- 
vidual  ideas   with  enthusiasm,    if  it 
should  be  that  they  strike  our  fancy. 
We  will  trust  our  old  friends  because 
■  we  know  them,  and  like  all  mature 
'people,  we  will  look  with  suspicion  on 
anything  that  is  too  new,  or  too  dif- 
ferent. 

,      Our  past  years  were  magnificent, 
'  without  question,  but  they  were  years 
rather  of  precocious   youth  than  of 
complete  maturity. 

It  is  quite  amusing  to  "make  walk 
preposterous  ghosts  of  the  glories  we 
once  created,"  and  they  were  glories 
indeed,  but  I  do  not  believe  that  they 
were  the  glories  of  completion.  It  is 
only  that  San  Francisco  has  devel- 
oped so  swiftly  that  she  has  passed 
the  other  cities  in  years  gone,  and 
they  are  only  just  now  catching  up, 
and  repeating  our  own  gestures,  the 
media  of  modernity — making  the 
only  difference. 

San  Francisco  will  make  her  own 
future,  good,  bad  or  indifferent,  by 
her  own  pattern,  and  by  grace  of  her 
own  good-natured  pagan  gods,  with  a 
sense  of  humor. 


The  House  of  Mystery 

(Continued  from  Page  22) 

CIRCUMSTANCES  made  it  advis- 
able for  the  lovely  old  house 
with  its  blossoming  gardens  to  be 
sold, and  in  IQlQJohnTait  obtained  a 
lease  on  the  property,  buying  much  of 
the  Oriental  furnishings,  and  "Tait's 
At  The  Beach"  came  into  being. 

"Even  here  the  hand  of  romance 
touched  the  place,  for  John  Tait 
leased  it  because  he  says  that  the 
house  had  interested  and  intrigued 
him  for  years.  This  ownership  brings 
us  down  to  the  'reigning  dynasty.' 
People  throng  to  it,  of  course,  for  its 
exotic  history  has  a  way  of  advertis- 
ing itself.  The  traveler  knows  it  as  a 
show  place — but  the  old  San  Fran- 
ciscan loves  it  for  its  ghosts  of  other 
owners  and  other  days. 

"Looking  back  at  its  past  it  is  only 
natural  to  wonder  what  the  future 
holds  of  drama  and  of  romance  for 
the  storied  house.  I  always  wonder, 
too,  how  much  that  is  said  of  it  is  un- 
true .  .  .  and  .  .  .  hou>  much  that  is 
unsaid  is  true'" 


Round  the  town 

they're  talking 


kUUUL 

1  he  Imported  Dry  (_jinger  J\le 

You  hear  it  in  the  cafes,  the  clubs,  the  hotels,  you 
catch  it  on  the  streets :  "E-Swan,"  .  .  .  "E-Swan." 
A  new  word  from  the  Philippines.  A  word  you'll 
hear  in  all  of  the  better  places. 

For  Isuan  has  given  ginger  ale  an  entirely  new 
and  joyous  meaning.  It  is  made  oi fresh  limes,  fresh 
ginger,  with  the  marvellous  water  from  the  Isuan 
Springs  at  Los  Bancs  in  the  Philippine  Islands. 

Isuan  in  the  native  language  means  the  "Spirit  of 
Joy."  Mix  with  Isuan:  it  has  a  glorious  way  of  mak- 
ing tonight  a  big  night  and  tomorrow  a  whole  day. 


IMPORTED 


Isuan  Dry 
Ginger  Ale 


Isuan,  the  Spirit  of  Joy 
It  may  be  had  at  the  leading  hotels  and  from  the  better  grocers. 


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(Continued  from  Page  23) 

tide  of  mad  finance  that  hurled  its 
victims  to  secure  safety  or  cast  them 
up  battered  and  financially  spent,  as 
they  had  happened  to  be  caught  in 
the  swirl  of  the  flood. 

The  three  years,  1872-75  saw  men 
win  and  lose,  not  one,  but  perhaps,' 
several  fortunes.  Flood,  Fair,  Mackay 
and  O'Brien  were  the  famous  bonanza' 
kings.  Mackay  was  the  discoverer  of, 
the  lode,  and  when  he  came  upon  a^ 
rich  vein  of  silver  in  a  shaft  he  was 
working,  he  took  no  chance  of  losing 
the  benefits  of  his  findings  through 
premature    rumors    spread    by    his 
workmen.  He  imprisoned  his  miners 
within   the  shaft;   left   them   with  a 
week's  supply  of  food  and  water  and" 
rushed  to  San  Francisco.  James  Fair,;! 
another  practical  miner,  was  his  part-:; 
ner,  and  the  two  had  a  partnership' 
with  Flood  and  O'Brien,  San  Fran-' 
Cisco  saloon  keepers  who  had   beeni; 
financing  the  mining  operations.  Be-.' 
fore  the  story  of  the  imprisoned  min-i' 
ers  and  the  existence  of  the  rich  silver  ' 
fields  had  leaked  out,  this  resourceful^ 
quartet  was  in  a  position  to  reap  the; 
cream  of  the  Comstock  boom.  Such' 
is  the  lust  for  sudden  wealth. 

Once  the  excitement  was  well  under : 
way,  there  was  no  man  or  woman  in'- 
all   San   Francisco   who   resisted   the' 
temptation    to    buy    mining    stocks.  ■ 
The  stock  exchange  opened  at  1 1 :00. 
As  early  as  8:30  trading  began.  It  was 
the  habit  of  crowds  of  early  morning  ; 
traders  to  gather  on  the  north  side  of ' 
California  at  Leidesdorff  and  hold  an 
open  air  curb  market,  where  orders 
were  given  and  taken  for  thousands 
of  dollars  worth  of  stocks.  Police  were 
regularly  delegated  to  this  corner  to 
keep  the  street  reasonably  clear  for » 
traffic.    Other    policemen    were    sta- 1 
tioned  in  and  around  the  stock  ex- 
change building,   then  on  the  south  . 
side  of  Pine  at  Leidesdorff,  to  keep  i 
paths  clear  in  order  that  those  who  [ 
had    business    within    the    building  j 
could  reach  it.  The  board  was  finalh' 
opened  at  9:30  to  relieve  this  conges- 
tion.    Within     the    stock    exchange 
building  and  the  board  room  proper, 
sheer    madness    held   sway.    Brokers 
rushed   about   hatless,   coatless.   per- 
spiring,  cursing  or   rejoicing   as   the  ! 
occasion  demanded,  and  were  often- 
times forced  to  leave  the  scene  from 
exhaustion.  i 


A  FRIEND  of  mine,  Mrs.  A.  B. 
Ruggles,  still  a  resident  of  this 
city  and  whose  husband  for  some 
years  was  president  of  the  Stock  Ex- 


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fchange,  has  a  fine  fund  of  Comstock 
Lode  memories.  She  used  to  regularly 
buy  any  one  of  the  lode  issues  as  high 
as  $300.  On  the  way  home  she  might 
be  enriched  or  made  poorer  by  sev- 
eral   hun^lred    dollars.    If   the    latter 
i'instance  were  true,  it  was  a  detail  of 
no  moment.  The  next  day  the  money 
'and  some  more  besides  could  be  re- 
covered. Maids,   while  serving  their 
;master    and    his    guests    picked    up 
'"tips,"  which  were  forthwith  passed 
.about    the    servants'    quarters    and 
over  back   fences  and  the   following 
day  played.  Newsboys,  sellers  of  lot- 
'tery    tickets,    street    car   conductors 
.'made  lucky  buys  and  retired  with  a 
; competence  for  life.  Five  dollar  tips 
'were  nonchalantly  tossed  to  messen- 
■ger  boys.  Money  meant  nothing  and 
-everything.  It  flowed  in  vast  streams 
and  was  flung  about  as  grains  of  sand. 
'Millionaires  were  made;  millionaires 
I  beggared. 

At  the  rising  pinnacle  of  this  tide 
stood  William  C.  Ralston.  His  bank, 
made  so  by  his  brilliant  mind,  was 
now  the  great  one  of  the  day.  Every 
broker  and  business  house  of  im- 
portance banked  with  the  Bank  of 
California.  It  was  the  agent  of  the 
Rothschild  interests  in  London.  The 
public  looked  upon  it  as  something  as 
solid  as  mountains  of  granite.  It  was 
inconceivable  that  a  structure  so 
great  could  be  undermined. 

To  Ralston's  office  all  paths  con- 
verged. Every  celebrity  visiting  the 
city — diplomats,  international  bank- 
ers, publishers,  inventors,  writers, 
actors,  artists  of  every  description 
bore  personal  letters  to  the  banker. 
He  is  described  as  a  large,  powerfully, 
impressively  built  man,  the  power  of 
whose  personality  was  overwhelming. 
He  could  penetrate  a  man's  inner 
motives  in  a  flash  and  required  but  a 
minute  to  come  to  a  decision  in  mat- 
ters involving  millions. 

Never  has  California  seen  a  more 
lavish  host.  He  built  himself  a  mag- 
nificent 100-room  mansion  at  Bel- 
mont; furnished  it  gorgeously  and 
staffed  it  with  100  Chinese  servants. 
In  the  dining  hall  a  feast  was  always 
spread.  It  was  Ralston's  custom  and 
his  delight  to  load  a  dozen  or  so 
guests  into  a  four-horse  carriage  and, 
w'ith  himself  driving,  would  careen 
along  the  peninsula  roads,  whether 
by  noon  or  midnight,  to  land  his  hu- 
man load  breathless  and  disheveled 
beneath  the  porte  cochere  of  the  Bel- 
mont place.  This  mansion  and  its 
grounds,  by  the  way,  are  still  intact. 
They  are  the  property  of,  and  in  daily 
use  as  a  school  by  the  Notre  Dame 
College.  Some  of  the  furnishings  and 


art  treasures  remain,  and  in  the  main 
the  house  stands  as  in  its  first  owner's 
day.  The  ballroom,  once  the  scene  of 
worldly  revels,  is  now  a  quiet  chapel 
given  over  to  contemplation  of  the 
things  of  the  spirit.  The  dining  hall 
serves  its  original  purposes.  The 
Notre  Dame  sisters  are  adding  a 
group  of  other  buildings  to  accommo- 
date their  growing  school,  but  this 
fine,  beautifully  built  old  home,  will 
be  preserved  intact  and  incorporated 
in  the  general  campus  scheme.  There 
remain  some  places  in  the  land  where 
reverence  is  served,  not  scorned. 

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FOR  the  development  of  San  Fran- 
cisco as  a  world  metropolis  and 
industrial  center,  Ralston  was  par- 
ticularly zealous.  With  the  great  re- 
sources at  his  command  he  organized 
and  financed  the  Mission  Woolen 
Mills,  The  Kimball  Carriage  Works, 
The  Cornell  Watch  Factory,  West 
Coast  Furniture  Company,  Grand 
Hotel,  Hunter's  Point  Dry  Dock, 
San  Francisco  Sugar  Refinery,  Rin- 
con  Hill  Cut,  Extension  of  Mont- 
gomery Street,  Reclamation  Works 
at  Sherman's  Island,  Irrigation  Works 
in  San  Joaquin  Valley,  The  California 
Theater,  the  Palace  Hotel  (a  project 
completed  by  William  Sharon)  and 
scores  of  enterprises  of  lesser  fame. 

But  great  as  was  the  man  Ralston's 
vision  and  wide-spread  as  was  his 
power,  no  human  force  could  stem 
the  tide  that  had  brought  all  these 
things  into  being,  once  that  tide 
turned  from  paths  of  constructiveness 
to  those  of  destruction.  It  was  in- 
evitable that  the  Bank  of  California 
and  its  guiding  mind  would  have  to 
come  to  a  sane  moment  of  reckoning. 
The  underlying  causes  that  led  to 
that  moment  are  too  many  and  deep 
to  more  than  touch  upon  here.  For 
one  thing  the  Nevada  lodes  began  to 
play  out;  there  were  millions  of  dol- 
lars loaned  to  and  borrowed  of  other 
banks  and  individuals.  Suddenly — 
almost  without  visible  warning  these 
factors  headed  up  and  lent  their  com- 
bined strength  to  undermine  the  Bank 
of  California  in  an  hour  of  weakness. 

On  the  afternoon  of  August  27, 
1875,  the  seemingly  impossible  hap- 
pened— the  Bank  of  California  had  a 
run  on  its  tellers'  windows  and  sus- 
pended operations.  San  Francisco 
held  its  breath.  Practically  every 
other  financial  house  in  the  city 
closed  temporarily  to  see  what  would 
happen  and  how  it  might  be  affected 
in  the  general  panic.  Ralston's  asso- 
ciates agreed  to  refinance  the  bank 
from  their  personal  fortunes,  and  this 
they  did,  paying  everyone  concerned 


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in  the  failure  dollar  for  dollar.  But  of 
Ralston  they  would  have  no  more; 
they  demanded  his  resignation  as 
president. 

He  complied  about  4:00  o'clock  on 
the  afternoon  of  the  28th.  Taking  his 
hat  in  his  hand  and  turning  his  back 
upon  the  scene  of  his  triumphs,  he 
made  his  way  to  North  Beach,  as  it 
was  his  custom  to  take  a  daily'swim 
in  the  Bay.  The  day  was  very  warm, 
Ralston  was  worn  in  body  and  mind 
by  the  stress  of  the  previous  twenty- 
four  hours,  but  efforts  to  keep  him 
from  entering  the  water  were  useless. 
Within  an  hour  of  his  resignation,  his 
dead  body  was  borne  from  the  waters 
o(    the    Bay.    "Suicide"    the    papers 
cried.  Maybe  so:  maybe  not.  There 
appears  to  be  good  evidence  to  sup- 
port us  in  the  more  charitable  view 
of  his  death.  So  let  us  be  charitable 
to  this  man,  whose  life  and  the  man- 
ner of  whose  death  exemplified  the 
element  of  chance  that  seems  so  often 
and  fatally  interwoven  in  the  careers 
of  men   who   rear  great   institutions 
only  to  have  them  shattered  by  the 
very  forces  employed  to  create  them 
■i      \      t 

Show  Them  the  Town 

(Continued  from  Page  lb) 

Shooting  Gallery  and  he  will  spend  I 
the  rest  of  the  day  trying  to  plug  the 
bulls-eye  with  a  rifle  "that  has  a  cun- 
ning   little    curve    in    it    somewhere 
midway  down  the  barrel. 

Start  the  ladies  out  on  the  merry 
go-round.  This  is  a  nice  easy  way  to 
work  into  the  speed  of  the  other  con- 
cessions.  The  aunts   from   Inyo  will 
of  course  fight  over  the  wooden  bull 
to  ride  and  you  will  have  to  intercede 
here.  Point  out  to  one  of  the  aunts 
the  merits  of  the  Rocky  Mountain 
goat  and  when  she  sees  the  long  spiral 
horns  of  that  carven   creature,   she 
will    leave   her  sister   in   undisputed 
possession  of  the  bull.  The  Tehachepi 
cousin    will    already    be   contentedly 
mounted  on  the  saffron  lion.  Explain 
to   them   all    that   as   the   merry-go- 
round  goes  round,  they  must  try  to 
reach  for  the  gold  ring  which  ensures 
another  ride  free.  They  will  all  break 
their  inde.x  fingers  against  the  metal 
arm  of  the  ring  slot  and  will  be  much 
more  manageable  for  the  remainder 
of  the  day. 

«      \      t 

THE  NEXT  attraction,  in  the  careful 
work-up  of  speed  accustoming, 
is  the  chute-the-chutes.  After  a  dizzy 
climb  in  a  fiat-bottomed  gondola,  the 
boat  takes  a  chute  down  into  a  tank 
of  mustard-colored  water,  and  since 
the  gondolas  are  very  aged,  they  will 


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Ti]h  e   San   Franciscan 

133  1 


Srobably  fall  apart  on  the  impact 
A'ith  the  water,  providing  an  unex- 
:iected  thrill  for  which  you  do  not 
have  to  pay. 

!  Then  the  Scenic  Railway.  Select 
the  one  that  has  the  tooth-pick  sub- 
i'structure  (there  are  two  "scenics") 
for  this  one  has  been  known  to  sway 
{on  its  flimsy  underpinning,  which 
provides  a  horizontal  movement  to- 
tally terrifying  when  you  are  roaring 
around  the  topmost  loop.  After  this, 
xhe  ladies  can  be  herded  quietly  into 
.Noah's  Ark  and  you  can  sit  outside 
on  a  bench  and  smoke  your  pipe,  for 
,thev  will  be  gone  a  long  time. 
.  Buy  their  w  ay  into  the  Bug  House 
;next;  this  will  give  you  another  long 
rest  and  things  will  happen  to  the 
ladies  in  there  which  they  will  never, 
inever  forget.  By  the  time  they  have 
ridden  on  the  jerky,  liver-displacing 
'Caterpillar  and  swooped  dizzily  in 
.the  Sky  Racer  aeroplanes,  they  will 
I  have  had  enough  of  the  beach  conces- 
,  sions  and  not  even  the  Ferris  Wheel 
iwill  tempt  them. 

;  Take  them  all  to  lunch  now  .  .  . 
■you  have  procrastinated  long  enough. 
Rescue  your  Yuba  uncle  from  the 
perplexing  mystery  of  the  Shooting 
Gallery  and  lead  your  now  reunited 
party  to  the  enchilada  counter  down 
near  the  kiddies'  playground.  The  en- 
chiladas, wrapped  in  brown  butcher- 
paper  and  served  by  a  three-hundred- 
pound  Mexican  lady,  are  truly  appe- 
tizing. They  taste  best  when  washed 
down  with  magenta-colored  soda 
pop.  Thence  to  the  hot  dog  stand — 
any  one  of  them — there  are  dozens 
of  stands  in  each  block. 

Gypsying  around  like  this,  buying 
taffy  here,  hamburger  sandwiches 
there,  root  beer  and  waffles  some- 
where else,  enables  one  to  tuck  away 
a  most  amazing  assortment  of  food, 
so  that  by  the  time  you  get  the  rela- 
tives aboard  a  Geary  Street  car,  they 
will  all  be  slightly  green  about  the 
gills  with  incipient  ptomaine. 

Following  this  carefully  planned 
tour  of  the  Beauty  Spots  will  net  you 
two  very  gratifying  rewards.  One  is 
that  the  visiting  relatives  will  lie  at 
Death's  Door  for  the  remainder  of 
their  stay  in  San  Francisco,  and  the 
other — that  you  will  never  see  them 
again  for  the  rest  of  their  \'uba.  Inyo 
and  Tehachepi  lives. 

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Puppy  Love 


(Continued  from  Page  12) 

missing.    Why,    Larry 


teeth    missing.    Why,    Larry    and    . 
haven't  an  illusion  about  each  other !' 
"Lindy  Lou,  you  can't  do  it,  that's 
all.  You'll  hurt  Larry  more  than  you 
will  ever  realize." 


<'J^/-s.  Qertriide  Atherto?i  says: 

We  will  all  search  to  the  ends  of  the  earth  for  the 
thing  that  is  unusual — the  place  that  is  exotic. 
Californians  need  not  travel  far  to  satisfy  this 
age  old  yearning,  not  with  the  Hawaiian  Islands 
at  our  very  door  step. 


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Frequent  sailings  from  Seattle.  Regular  sailings  from  San  Francisco  to  Samoa, Fiji 
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134  J 


For  a  Certain  Fezv  San  Franciscans 

Who  "Recilly  J^vel 


HE  Park  Lane  presents  for  the  approval  of  a  few  disciminat- 
ing  families  an  exclusive  type  of  apartments  that  is  referred 
to  by  the  New  Yorker  as  the 'Maisonnette.' It  is  a  new  depar- 
ture in  apartment  living — a  step — if  you  please — just  beyond  and 
above  the  plane  of  existence  enjoyed  by  most  of  our  nobby  families 
on  Nob  Hill. 

The  Park  Lane  affords  a  home  life  of  repose  and  tranquility  amid 
aristocratic  environments  and  yet,  reflecting  the  very  complete- 
ness of  this  intensely  living  age  ...  .  with  theaters,  the  shops, 
the  arts,  leading  hotels — with  cosmopolitan  life  at  high  pressure — 
whirling  about  this  hub  of  San  Francisco's  "Social  Quarter" — 
your  motor  car  is  within  five  minutes  of  everything  worth  while. 

Apartments,  five  to  eight  rooms, 
unjurnished  and  jurnished  (in- 
comparably) $2jo  up.  Leasing 
now.    Occupancy    immediatelw 


Eugene  N.  Fritz,  Jr.,  Managing  Owner 
1100  Sacramento  Street  {corner  of  Mason) 

NOB  HILL 


"Don't  say  that,  Uncle  Roger!  I 
think  1  realize  everything.  I  know 
that  it  will  be  hard  on  both  of  us  at 
first.  But  time  will  take  care  of  that. 
After  a  bit  it  won't  hurt  so  much  .  . 
then  .  .  .  not  at  all  .  .  .  and  we'll  find 
other  people  to  play  around  with.  It 
shouldn't  take  long.  After  all,  there 
are  plenty  of  husbands  and  wives  to 
go   round   " 

Plenty  of  husbands  and  wives  to 
go  "round!  Larry  wouldn't  think  so. 
Lindy  Lou  would  be  hard  to  duplicate. 
"Lindy,  sweet,  are  you  sure  that 
you've  thought  it  all  out  .  .  .  that 
you're  not  just  restless?  Perhaps  a 
trip  .    .   ." 

"No,  Uncle  Roger,  Lve  made  up 
my  mind.  Now  the  ne.xt  thing  is  to 
tell  Larry.  That's  not  going  to  be  easy 
but  it's  got  to  be  done  .  .  .  because  I 
care  too  much  for  him  not  to  let  him 
know  how  I  feel  about  it." 

"When  are  you  going  to  tell  him' 
"Right  away,  ^'ou  see,  when  I 
made  up  my  mind  definitely  I  called 
Larry  and  woke  him  up  and  asked 
him  to  go  riding  with  me  early,  I  lay 
awake  last  night  and  thought  and 
thought  about  the  best  place  to  tell 
him.  Somehow  I  ...  I  don't  think  I 
could  do  it  at  night.  But  in  the  bright 
sunlight,  on  horseback  .  .  .  "  She 
laughed,  "Don't  you  think  I  could  be 
quite  merciless  then?" 

"Oh,  Lindy  child,  you  musn't.  Let 
me  take  you  away  from  Larry  on  a 
nice  long  trip  .  .  .  Honolulu.  "You've 
always  wanted  to  go  to  the  Islands. 
I'll  make  you  a  sporting  wager  that 
you  11  love  Larry  more  than  you  could 
ever  love  some  mysterious  stranger 
before  we  even  get  back  to  him" 

The  bell  sounded  in  the  outer  hall. 
Lindy  Lou  rose.  "No,  Uncle  Roger, 
I've  got  to  tell  Larry."" 

That  was  like  Lindy  Lou.  She 
would  do  as  she  planned,  right  or 
wrong.  Larry's  voice  in  the  hall  re- 
assured him.  Perhaps  he  could  make 
her  see  differently.  Youth  has  a  wa\ 
with  youth! 

"Morning,  Dr.  Sumners.  Why 
don't  you  come  along  with  us?  It's  a 
gorgeous  morning.  "  Behind  Larry's 
back  Lindy  Lou  shook  her  head  and 
spoke  before  he  could  answer. 

■"Sorry,  Larry,  but  I  don't  think 
you  and  I  need  Uncle  Roger  this 
morning.  You  see,  I  want  your  whole 
and  undivided  attention  v\hile  I  talk 
to  you." 

"I  don't  like  the  way  you  say  that." 
"Wait  until  you  hear  it  all  before 
you  pass  judgment.  We're  going  to 
ride  to  Dumbarton  Hill,  park  our 
beasts  .  .  .  and  .  .  .  then  ...  I'm 
going  to  reconstruct  our  lives.  Bet 
you  a  dollar  I  can  beat  you  there." 


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135  1 


'  He  watched  them  from  the  win- 
dow. Lindy  Lou  was  out  the  gate  and 
down  the  road  before  Larry  was  even 
in  his  saddle. 

'     She  was  superb  on  horseback.  No,  it 

: wouldn't  be  easy  on  Larry  at  any  time. 

«       «       i 

THE  HANDS  of  the  ciock  on  his  desk 
covered  each  other  and  pointed 
to  the  number  twelve.  Dr.  Sumners 
rose.  Noon,  at  last!  He  tore  through 
the  traffic  home.  Lindy  Lou  would  be 
there  .  .  .  and  Larry.  What  had  she 
told  him^  How  had  they  settled  it? 

Inside  the  house  he  heard  a  terrible 
sound.  Good  Lord!  It  was  a  man  sob- 
bing! In  the  living-room  Larry  leaned 
against  the  mantle  and  sobbed  hide- 
ously. 

"Larry!  Great  heavens,  you  musn't 
take  it  this  way." 

The  boy  looked  up.  His  face  was 
pitiful. 

"Dr.  Sumners  .  .  .  Lindy  Lou".  .    . 

"I  know  ...  I  know  .  .  .  but 
you'll  get  over  it.  " 

"Get  over  it!  She  was  everything 
to  me!  Oh,  Dr.  Sumners,  she  was  so 
lovely  today.  I  ve  never  seen  her  look 
more  beautiful.  We  were  racing  to 
Dumbarton  Hill.  She  said  she  was 
going  to  reconstruct  our  lives  .  .  . 
and  then  .  .  .  Dr.  Sumners,  I'm  not  a 
coward,  but  I  .  .  .  I  .  .  .  can't  see  how 
I  can  stand  it.  Life  without  her  .  .  .  " 

"But  you  will,  Larry.  This  sort  of 
thing  has  happened  again  and  again. 
After  fifty-four  years  of  watching  this 
funny  business  of  living  I  actually 
think  man's  heart  was  made  to  be 
broken.  Here  now,  brace  up.  It  won't 
be  so  bad  in  a  while.  You'll  meet 
some  one  else." 

"Dr.  Sumners  .  .  .  that  from  you! 
You  ought  to  know  me  better  than  to 
say  that.  I'll  never  care  for  anyone 
else.  No  one  could  take  Lindy  Lou's 
place  with  me  .   .   .  ever.  " 

Poor  boy!  The  next  year  wouldn't 
be  easy  on  him.  But  it  wouldn't  do  to 
tell  him  that  he  knew  it,  too. 

"You  musn't  take  on  this  way, 
Larry.  Come,  I'll  mix  you  a  drink  .  .  . 
I  think  you  need  one  "  At  the  door  he 
hesitated.  "Where  s  Lindy  Lou^  ' 

The  answer  was  scarcely  above  a 
whisper.  "In  the  library.  " 

"Wait  here,  Larry.  I  want  to  see 
her  alone  for  a  moment." 

He  opened  the  door.  Perhaps  even 
now  he  could  make  her  see  differ- 
ently. If  he  only  could' 

There  was  a  man  bending  over  the 
divan.  He  straightened  up  as  Dr. 
Sumners  entered. 

Lindy  Lou  lay  there !  Dust  streaked 
her  white  habit.  Her  eyes  were  closed 
and  one  hand  hung  limp  across  the 

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To  the  Man  of  Discriminating  Taste 
IVe^  AnnoLincej> 

The  arrn'alon  the  S.S.  Paiir  of  oiirSitmmer  I mpoiialionsoj  choic- 
est falnics  from  the  Looni.r  of  all  luirope.  These  to  be  fashioned 
into  made-to-measiire  Shirts,  Pajamas,  Undeiwear  and  Robes. 

We  hope  to  hai^'e  this  assemblage  ready  for  a  prei'tea'  by 
April  twenty -third.  To  this  you  are  cordially  invited  when 
you  may  choose  smartly  and  authoritatively  Jrom  the 
unrestricted  selections  in   both  apparel  and  accessories. 

There  is  a  new  note  in  the  Handkerchiefs,  Hosiery  and  Tiesdks, 
as  well  as  in  the  fabrics,  which  will  be  of  great  style  interest  to  you. 

Special  to  Order 
Shirts   -------      $4.00io  Si'i.OO 

Pa/ama.r     - S6.00  to  $60.00 

Jhiderwear        -----       $4.00  to  $"kOO 
Rohe.f $9.^0  up. 

For  Selection  to  Harmonize 
Hosiery       ------      $2.00  to  $7.50 

Handkerclilefs        -      -      -      -      $1. 50  to  $6. 50 

Ties       -------      $2.50  to  $7.30 

D.  C.  HEGER 

444  Post  Street,  San  Francisco 


IN     LOS     ANGELES 

614  South  Olive  Street 


IN      PARIS 

12  Rue  /Imbroise  Thomas 


r  1 1  F.   San   Franciscan 

136  1 


W       RAPHAEL  WEILL  &  OOCllNC./  r^ 

\  No^V  li  Can  B^  TW.-.V 


THE  bride's  chosen  month  ap- 
proaches. .  .  and  while  the  ad- 
vent ol' June  means  nothing  more  to 
most  of  us  than  the  usual  round  of 
golf  and  business,  there  are  those  for 
whom  some  certain  day  in  June 
stands  forth  with  startling  solemnity. 
We  mean  our  June  brides,  of  course, 
in  whom  a  very  old  (and  sometimes 
weary)  world  continues  to  take  a 
tender  and  romantic  interest. 


REALLY,  the  bride  of  this  decade. 
^  has  a  much  better  chance  than 
her  traditional  grandmother  of  get- 
ting the  fullest  measure  of  once-in-a- 
lifetime  enjoyment  out  of  her  pre- 
matrimonia!  shopping.  To  fully  ap- 
preciate this,  just  imagine  yourself  a 
bride  (again  ...  or  for  the  first  time) 
as  you  stroll  through  the  treasure- 
laden  aisles  of  The  White  House. 
Hand-woven  linens  .  .  .  quaint  Col- 
onial comforters  .  .  .  petit  point 
chairs  .  .  .  Persian  rugs  of  melloued 
antiquity  .  .  ,  kitchen  ware  suffi- 
ciently modern  to  tempt  even  kitchen- 
shy  brides  .  .  .  and  clothes  .  .  . 
clothes  .  .  .  clothes!  If  one  of  those 
men  whom  you  just  can't  make  up 
your  mind  about  should  opportunely 
happen  along  the  balance  of  favor 
would  have  an  awful  struggle  to  keep 
from  falling  in  the  direction  of 
matrimony. 

SALESWOMEN,  whose  pleasure  it  is 
to  help  the  bride-to-be  in  her 
selections,  are  always  thrilled  to  aid, 
in  the  smallest  way,  toward  her  hap- 
piness. And  the  bride,  herself,  who 
ordinarily  would  be  desperately 
bored  at  such  endless  shopping,  finds 
the  time  not  nearly  long  enough  in 
making  ready  for  her  new  life. 

THE  VEIL  ...  the  bride's  most 
definitely  bride-ish  accoutrement. 
And  now,  not  only  of  romantic  inter- 
est but  of  decided  style  significance 
for  this  season's  bride.  Tulle,  simple 
and  voluminous  ...   if  one  is  con- 


cerned w  ith  chic  ...  is  correct.  P'ol- 
lowing  the  silhouette  of  the  moment, 
the  cap  is  close-fitted,  outlining  the 
head  in  smooth  contour.  These  are  the 
strategic  points  of  the  Spring  mode  on 
which  the  artist  in  The  White  House 
millinery  shop  bases  the  draping  of 
each  bridal  veil.  For  this  talented  young 
woman  creates  only  forthe  individual. 

WHAT  a  terrible  thing  it  would 
be  forthe  busy  moderne  whose 
full  life  is  set  spinning  at  still  swifter 
speed  by  wedding  plans,  if  she  had, 
to  take  time  off  for  the  countless  little 
details  involved  in  the  many  engrav- 
ing and  stationery  needs  at  this  time. 
But,  of  course,  there  is  always  The 
White  House,  as  usual,  anticipating 
problems  of  progressive  people.  In 
the  course  of  an  afternoon's  shopping, 
one  steps  into  a  quiet  room  for  a  brief 
half  hour  .  .  .  selects  one's  preferred 
type  and  stationery  .  .  .  accepts 
with  confidence  the  expert's  advice 
on  current  engraving  styles  .  .  .  and 
viola  .   .     that  is  settled! 

AND  another  thing  .  .  .  think 
.what  a  blessing  the  permanent 
wave  has  conferred  on  newlyweds. 
No  longer  need  the  first  bitter  dis- 
illusionment of  paper  curlers  or  the 
stringy  aftermath  of  an  erstwhile 
marcel  awaken  the  enraptured  bride- 


groom to  the  first  shock  of  imperfec- 
tion in  his  beloved.  Today's  bride, 
probably  no  wiser  in  the  art  of  ap- 
pearance than  brides  of  other  genera- 
tions, but  with  infinitely  more  means 
at  easy  command,  assures  the  honey- 
moon's success  with  the  particular 
type  of  permanent  that  enhances  her 
particular  type  of  beauty.  At  The 
White  House,  in  the  Georgian  Salon, 
she  takes  her  first  step  toward  lasting 
happiness  ...  a  Nestle  wave  .  .  . 
Circuline  .  .  .  Frederic  (Vita  Tonic) 
.  .  Realistic  .  .  .  complete  with 
shampoo  and  finger  wave  at  $10  .  .  . 
and  the  famous  Piero-Paris  $15. 


ADVERTISEMENT 


Reigning  Dynasty 

(Continued  from  Page  2')) 

Valerio  Pignatelli  came  as  a  distinct 
surprise  to  the  Reigning  Dynasty. 
The  service  was  read  by  Archbishop 
Hanna  in  Los  Angeles,  and  Mrs.  | 
Vlargaret  Gaffey  was  the  only  at- 
tendant. As  Conchita  Supulveda,  the 
daughter  of  Judge  Ingnacio  Supul- 
veda, Princess  Pignatelli  was  one  of 
the  most  beautiful  women  in  Cali- 
fornia. When  she  became  Mrs.  Chap-  I 
man  she  lived  in  San  Francisco. 

«         i!         tf 

SPRING    and    the     famous    young  j 
man's  fancy  have  truly  not  been 
idle  this  year,  for  daily  the  announce- 
ments come  more  rapidly  and  every- 
one's suspicious  of  everyone  else,  and 
the  excitement  is  quite  like  the  races., 
.   .   .  after  all  .   .   .  The  most  harmless  li 
party  is  furtively  pounced  upon,  and.;' 
if  one  dares  to  have  the  poor  taste -i 
not  to  announcea  betrothal  its  chance  'l 
of  success  has  vanished.  There  were  ■ 
many  surprised  at  the  luncheon  given 
by  Miss  Louise  Burmister,  however, 
when   she   announced   to  a  score  of 
friends  her  engagement  to  Mr.  Jeffrey 
Kendall  Armsby  of  Ross.   The  hon- 
ored guests  were  Miss  Barbara  Bal- 
lou  and  her  sister,  Mrs.  Evan  Fisher, 
who  are  going  to  New   ^'ork. 
«       i      * 

Enter  the  Woman  Trader 

(Continued   from  Prge  2fc)) 

manufacturers  of  autos  had  decided 
to  finance  their  own  paper  at  lower 
interest  rates  than  an  independent 
company  could  hope  to  meet  and 
survive.  The  San  Francisco  company 
was  apparently  faced  with  ruin.  But 
only  apparently.  Nimble-witted  man- 
agement saved  the  day  by  loaning 
money  on  listed  stocks  instead  of  on 
its  customary  cars.  The  company 
continued  to  pay  dividends. 
«      1!      ? 

A  CALIFORNIA  wholesaler  was  wor- 
ried by  traffic  congestion.  His 
deliveries  in  San  Francisco  and  Los 
Angeles  downtown  areas  were  so 
slow  as  to  impair  profits.  A  San  Fran- 
cisco auto-body  builder  got  the  idea 
that  two  bodies  for  each  truck  chassis 
might  help  solve  the  problem.  The 
wholesaler  agreed.  Now  while  the 
truck  is  making  deliveries,  its  other 
body  is  back  at  the  warehouse,  being 
loaded  scientifically  for  its  next  roll 
around  the  city.  The  chassis  of  the 
emptied  truck  discards  and  parks  its 
unloaded  body  within  a  minute, 
backs  under  and  attaches  itself  to  the 
filled  body  in  the  next  minute. 

Truly,  only  the  fittest  survive  in 
the  strenuous  competition  of  modern 
business.  And  survival  requires  more 
than  good  guessing. 


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137  1 


Puppy  Love 

C'onlinucd  from  Pa^c  3^) 

carpet.  On  her  forehead,  from  which 
the  hair  was  brushed  clean,  he  saw  a 
great  ugly  gash. 

Eons  later  a  voice  was  saying:  It 
must  have  been  instantaneous.  The 
boy  says  they  were  racing.  She  was 
in  the  lead  and  rounded  a  turn  ahead 
of  him.  When  he  came  on  her  she  was 
lying  in  the  road.  He  didn't  see  how 
it  happened.  Probably  a  limb  from 
a  tree  .   .  .  " 

Good  God!  What  had  he  said  to 
Larry! 

"You'll  get  over  it!" 

"This  sort  of  thing  has  happened 
again  and  again  .   .   . 

"It  won't  be  so  bad  in  a  while  .  .  ." 

"You  11  find  some  one  else  .  .  .  " 

"Man's  heart  was  made  to  be 
broken  ..." 

At  least  that  last  was  true. 
«      «      ? 

I  Remember 

(Continued  from  Page  9) 

By  the  judicious  use  of  dynamite, 
the  fire  was  stopped  almost  at  that 
point,  the  slender  houses  having  been 
razed  to  the  ground  by  repeated  small 
explosions,  and,  when  the  flames  ap- 
proached, there  was  nothing  left  upon 
which  to  feed  their  fury.  Were  it  not 
for  the  dynamiting,  there  would  not 
probably  have  been  left  a  house  in 
San  Francisco,  because  there  was 
nothing  to  prevent  the  fire  from 
roaming  on  at  will — as  an  invading 
army  strips  the  country  through 
which  it  passes. 

The  proud  and  eager  fireman  re- 
assumed  command,  and  directed  the 
automobile  to  return  to  the  car-barns 
for  another  load.  It  was  then  very 
late,  and  I  was  exhausted,  after  the 
labors  of  the  day,  and  sought  rest; 
so,  firmly  refusing  him,  I  said :  "There 
is  no  reason  why  your  work  should 
not  be  continued,  but  you  will  have 
to  commandeer  another  automobile, 
and  allow  me  to  go  my  way."  So,  we 
parted,  after  an  exciting  incident, 
fraught  with  peril. 

*      *       « 

THIS  terrifying  experience  was  re- 
peated, a  few  nights  after,  when  a 
soldier,  with  a  gun  in  position,  com- 
mandeered my  car  for  his  own  use.  I 
made  my  identity  again  known,  asked 
him  to  lower  his  gun  and  talk  it  over. 
While  we  were  talking,  in  the  dis- 
tance, at  right  angles,  another  car 
hove  in  sight,  and  I  begged  him,  on 
account  of  the  importance  of  my 
mission  that  night,  to  direct  his  atten- 
tion to  the  other  fellow,  a  suggestion 
which  he  speedily  adopted.  The  next 


The  Store  on  the  Square 


Telephone  Douglas  45  o  o 


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T^he  Easter  Ensemble 

As  early  as  February  9,  the  City  of  Paris  advised  the  tout  ensemble,  not 
only  the  coat  and  dress  matching  as  in  other  seasons,  but  every  detail  of 
the  costume  chosen  in  harmony.  To  simplify  your  search  for  the  tout 
ensemble,  this  store  specializes  on  color  and  style  themes  in  harmony 


As  the  first  step  toward 
the  selection  of  one 
particular  ensemble  a 
coat  of  black  moire 
silk  with  satin  facing 
and  bow  and  cuffs  of 
blue  fox,  priced  $165. 


Coat  Salon 
Third  Floor 


The  dress  is  of  black 
chiffon,  with  flaring 
skirt  and  Modern  Art 
stitchery  designs  in  old 
blue  and  black  .  .  . 
admirable  companion 
to  the  moire  coat,  $135. 


[Qoiun  Salon 
Third  Floor 


The  hat,  a  Paris 
model  of  black,  balli- 
buntl  at  537-50 


The  shoes  of  black, 
suede,  French  heel, 
$iz.}o  and  $16. $0 


The  stockings  of 
beige  all-silk  chiffon 
lidth  shadozv  clox, 
$z.gs 


The  gloves  of  beige 
suede,  slip-ons  uAth 
scalloped  tops,  .S5 


The  bag  of  old  blue 
suede,  an  eccentric 
pouch  shape, $32.50 


The  necklace,  copy 
of  Patau  s  boiu  neck- 
lace, at  $2.5.00 


This  is  one  ensemble  we  have  selected  at  random,  but  the  keynote  of  our  service  is  the  mer- 
chandisewehave  prepared  that  you  mayassemble  youroum  ensemble  for Easter-'and after! 


The   San   Franciscan 

138  1 


Antique  (^alkvitsi 

525  gutter  Street 


Antiques 
U  Period  Furniture 


Objets  d\irt 


Ut.  Colonel 
Cbtoarb  !l?ibbert 


Davis 
Schonwasser  Co. 

Grant   Avenue   at   Sutter 


OUTFITTEKS  TO  THE 
INFAT^TS  £7-  CHILDKEN 
or  SAN  FRANCISCO 
== -SINCE  i86g 


day  this  same  soldier  quarreled  with 
and  struck  the  Chief  of  Police  at 
headquarters  on  Fillmore  Street,  and 
was,  1  believe,  adjudged  demented. 

It  is  surprising  that  we  fared  so 
well,  under  the  circumstances — those 
who  were  obliged  to  go  hither  and 
thither  at  night.  The  soldiers,  for 
instance,  had  orders  to  prevent  the 
burning  of  lights  in  any  residence, 
and  it  was  their  practice  to  demolish 
the  glass  where  the  light  blazed  with 
a  rifle  ball.  As  the  work  of  my  com- 
mittee continued  at  night,  it  was 
necessary  to  get  a  special  order  from 
the  regular  Army  ofiicer  in  command 
to  permit  lighting. 

I  do  not  believe,  in  the  history  of 
the  world,  has  ever  a  generation  seen 
the  destruction  of  a  great  city,  and 
its  complete  rehabilitation,  as  in  the 
case  of  San  Francisco:  "Rising  with 
its  tiara  of  proud  towers!"  As  seen 
from  the  Bay,  either  north  or  east, 
the  Peninsula  stretches  out  like  a 
hand  bedecked  with  jewels.  It  is  the 
emblem  of  prosperity.  But  at  best  it 
is  the  e.xpression  also  of  greeting  and 
gratitude. 

«      *      * 

Vale  et  Ave 

(Continued  from  Page  14) 

mostly  pearly-gray,  but  often  sun- 
tinged  to  opaline,  hung  over  the 
town  and  gave  it  rare  values  to  the 
esuriently  artistic  eye. 

It  was  opulent  and  of  a  mighty 
oriency  of  brightness,  but  with  dark- 
ness to  heighten  the  picture. 

Its  glamour  always  had  a  sort  of 
hidden  foreboding  in  it.  There  was 
ever  the  same  suggestion  of  lethal 
malefic  genius  behind  all  the  story 
that  was  told  of  its  curiously  "mor- 
bidnessa"  amorousness  of  the  day, 
and  its  childlike  desire  to  forget  the 
night.  It  was  too  fair,  as  it  sometimes 
seemed,  and  in  the  glory  in  which  it 
lay,  and  in  which  it  lingered  in 
thought,  there  seemed  something  of 
a  light  that  held  pale  tone  of  bale 
back  of  all  its  bliss.  Its  people  loved 
it  with  that  intensity  with  which  we 
love  what  we  are  like  to  lose. 

There  ran  through  and  beneath  the 
town  many  a  little  tremor  that  the 
town  personified  might  have  super- 
stitiously  interpreted  as  does  the 
individual  the  slight  shudder  as  he 
talks  with  a  friend — some  one  walks 
or  dances  over  my  grave.  But  the 
gongs  and  mad  fiddles  kept  going  in 
Chinatown,  and  the  orchestras  in  the 
multitudinous,  gorgeous,  "risque" 
restaurants  never  ceased  a  strain,  and 
the  women  walked  with  an  added 
lure   in   their  motions  and   a   deeper 


softness  in  their  eyes,  and,  as  in  the 
old  fable.  Love  and  Soul  blent  to 
make  the  climax  of  Pleasure,  and  the 
town  was  wrapt  in  a  voluptuous, 
semi-oriental  autolatry,  and — 
^       »       )! 

THEN  the  earthquake  came.  And 
Hood.  And  fire.  And  death  in  his 
most  fantastic  disguise  burst  in  on 
the  dream  that  came  through  the 
ivory  gate  of  dawn.  The  passional 
city  learned  to  pray.  Suffering  paid  in 
a  flash  for  each  pulse  of  joy. 

But  the  men  of  the  city  met  in  their 
ruined    forum    and    said,    "The   city 
shall  rise  again  more  beautiful  than - 
before."  The  hungry  tatterdemalion 
crowd,     shelterless,     wan,     haggard, 
smoke-grimed,  joked  the  soldiers  over 
their  dole  of  bread  and  water.  The  ■ 
women   rallied   each   other  on    their 
bizarre,  bisexual  garniture.  Life  had  . 
been  pleasure.  Ruin  was  fun.  Death — 
well,  to  have  died  in  the  fall  of  'Frisco  : 
was    something    like    coming    home  * 
from,  battle  on  the  Spartan  shield. 

Will  'Frisco  stay  fallen;*  No!  A  new 
'Frisco  shall  uprear  itself  and  laugh 
at  the  sea,  and  when  old  atlas  again 
shifts  the  globe  a  little  on  his  shoul- 
ders it  will  laugh  and  dance  and  fight 
and  drink  and  make  love  as  before, 
and  be  proud  that  among  its  other 
claims  to  greatness  is  that  of  having 
met  and  conquered  a  calamity  that 
stilled  and  chilled  the  whole  world's 
heart  for  a  day. 

'Frisco  fallen  shall  flower  again 
from  disaster  and  desolation  and 
death,  and  it  shall  realize  the  dreams 
not  only  of  those  who  have  vowed 
their  dreams  shall  not  be  defeated, 
but  the  unfulfilled  ambition  of  those 
lovers  of  the  city  who  went  down  in 
the  ruin  to  the  realm  where  is  not 
light,  nor  laughter  nor  song  nor  weep- 
ing nor  dreaming  more. 

It  will  be  a  great  city,  for  it  is  a 
great  city  even  today.  It  has  given, 
it  still  gives  us  the  joy  of  life,  the 
throb  of  passionate  story,  the  sense 
of  love  and  beauty  in  all  its  forms, 
the  thrill  of  an  unparalleled  catas- 
trophe, the  inspiration  of  indomitable 
cheerfulness  before  the  most  implac- 
able fate. 

«       «       i 

VALE  ET  Ave,"  "Frisco  the  beau- 
tiful, the  glad,  the  strong,  the  i 
stricken,  the  invincible'  Down  with 
her  went  our  hearts,  up  with  her  will 
go  our  souls.  The  country's  hope  and 
faith  and  love  are  more  fixed   than 
the  shuddering  earth,  and  all  these  are  > 
in  the  tear-brightened  eyes  of  Frisco 
looking  out  from  the  wreck  over  the  > 
Pacific,  where  lies  the  future  big  with 
mighty  fates  for  her  beyond  prophecy. 


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\  shops  on  Hollywood  Boulevard  have 
been  unable  to  supply  enough  copies 
of  this  cobra-like  play.  The  rush 
slackened  during  the  last  eight  months 
but  it  V,  ill  surely  become  the  principal 
best  seller  now.  And  it  is  a  well-known 
fact  that  women's  clubs  and  news- 
papers have  entertained  discussions 
of  the  play. 

Distinguished  Los  Angeles  citizens 
are  quoted : 

Dr.  Gustav  A.  Brieglab  says: 
"Those  who  like  such  spectacles 
should  go  to  Lincoln  Heights  jail. 
They  will  see  the  same  thing  there  in 
action  without  paying  for  it." 

Earl  T.  Waugh,  professor  of  psy- 
chology, University  of  California: 

"The  play  shows  that  such  a  con- 
dition exists.  It  shows  no  cure  is  fruit- 
less and  doesn't  accomplish  anything. 
Up  to  the  very  last  I  expected  that 
some  attempt  would  be  made  to  de- 
pict a  remedy  for  such  a  pathological 
condition  (although  psychologists 
know  of  none). 

There  was  no  salacious  word  or  ad- 
vertising employed  by  the  theater. 
It  was  billed  as  a  "play  for  intelligent 
people,"  and  as  such  would  have  run 
a  scant  four  weeks  to  mediocre  busi- 
ness. But  no,  here  was  an  opportun- 
ity to  boost  sales  in  subscriptions  of 
both  newspapers  and  clubs.  It  was  a 
dull  season. 

On  succeeding  days  after  this 
initial  onslaught  of  the  flower-loving 
Examiner,  twelve  policemen  visited 
the  play.  They  thought  it  rather  dull, 
quite  harmless,  and  not  at  all  up  to 
the  standard  of  "Gay  Paree." 

Other  than  ruinning  the  violet 
market,  the  attack  of  the  Los  Angeles 
Examiner  has  borne  little  good.  They 
discuss  "The  Captive  '  in  the  select 
schools  for  girls  as  freely  as  elsewhere. 

An  amusing  sidelight  was  the  bene- 
fit matinee  for  the  flood  sufferers 
which  the  Mayan  gave  two  days 
after  the  opening.  Capacity  house 
and  the  fund  from  this  monstrous 
entertainment  was  larger  than  a  num- 
ber of  collections  at  women's  clubs. 

Quite  coincidentally  on  the  same 
page  with  the  phiUipic  arguments  of 
grand-dames  Driscoll  and  Lawrence 
is  an  account  of  the  recent  senate  coal 
investigation,  "We  read  with  dismay: 
"Schwab  was  mentioned  as  a  con- 
trolling factor  in  the  Bethlehem  Steel 
Corporation  which  was  said  to  oper- 
ate 'captive  mines'  through  the 
Bethlehem  Mines  Corporation.  My, 
My,  My  —  maybe  an  injunction 
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THE  production  of  Eugene 
O'Neil's' 'St range  Interlude" by 
the  Theater  Guild  this  ssason 
has  caused  intelligent  N;w  Yorkers  to 
go  mildly  insane.  In  the  first  place,  it  is 
seven  acts  long  and  begins  at  5:30  in 
the  afternoon.  That,  in  itself,  was 
enough  to  stimulate  New  York's 
blase  theater-going  public,  and  with 
all  this  time  at  his  disposal,  O'Neil 
has  managed  to  say  more  unpleasant 
things  about  life  than  all  the  other 


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American  dramatists  put  together. 
So,  the  play's  success  was  assured. 
For  ssveral  weeks  we  of  the  Provinces 
have  been  made  to  feel  our  country- 
cousin  inferiority  at  not  being  "up" 
on  this  latest  theatrical  phenomenon 
of  effete  Broadway.  But  we  need  no 
longer  be  unsophisticated,  for  the 
play  is  now  available  in  book  form. 

Yes,  in  addition  to  the  play's 
direct  action,  the  characters  deliver 
lengthy  "asides,"  containing  their 
secret  thoughts.  Ay,  there's  the  rub' 
And  yet,  it  is  precisely  this  artificial 
technical  device  that  has  allowed 
O'Neil  to  combine  in  a  single  play  all 
his  former  moods  and  ideas.  For,  of 
course,  there  are  many  O'Neils.  There 
is  the  sordid  O'Neil  of  "Anna  Chris- 
tie," the  O'Neil  of  suppressed  New 
Englanders  in  "Desire  Under  the 
Elms,"  the  romantic  O'Neil  of  "The 
Fountain,"  the  metaphysical  O'Neil 
of  "Lazarus  Laughed,"  and  O'Neil 
the  satirist  of  Babbitry  in  "The  Great 
God  Brown"  and  "Marco  Millions." 
All  these  general  themes  are  gathered 
in  one  way  or  another  into  the  great 
symphony  of  "Strange  Interlude." 

Anyone  really  interested  in  O'Nsil's 
plays  will  need  no  introduction  to  this 
one,  but  let  the  casual  reader  be 
warned  that  he  must  bz  prepared  to 
accept  almost  as  many  improbabili- 
ties in  "Strange  Interlude"  as  in  a 
Wagnerian  Opera.  But  the  point  of 
the  thing  is  just  there.  You  should 
read  this  play  just  as  though  you  were 


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listening  to  Wagner's  "Niebelungen 
Ring,"  that  is  primarily  by  looking 
for  themes  and  rhythmic  develop- 
ment, using  O'Neil's  ideas  and  plot 
only  assomewhatcontemptible  though 
necessary  signposts. 
^''Strange  Interlude,"  by  Eugene 
I     O'Neil.  {Boni  &  Liveright). 

I  «      «      « 

LIKE  "Strange  Interlude,"  every- 
jthing  seems  to  be  against  "What- 
ever We  Do"  on  first  glance.    It  is 
about  expatriate  Americans  on  the 
French   Riviera,    they   all   get   very 
drunk  at  least  once  (in  fact,  some  of 
them  never  get  sober),  they  have  the 
usual  sexual   impulses  and  suppres- 
sions, about  five  of  them  are  addicted 
;  to  rather  shady  language,  and  they 
li  are  all  somewhat  sick  of  body  and 
disillusioned    of    mind.    As    if    that 
j:  weren't  enough,  the  book  is  written 
'i  for  the  most  part  in  a  "stream  of 
consciousness"    style,    full   of  subtle 
allusions    to    Ancient     Greece    and 
Twentieth  Century  America.  So,  you 
see,  if  I  didn't  tell  you  the  contrary, 
you  would  think  that  "Whatever  We 
Do"    is   merely    a    rehash   of  James 
Joyce,  Norman  Douglas,  Ernest  Hem- 
;  ingway,    Aldous    Huxley    and    Carl 
Van  Vechten.  Well,  the  only  thing  to 
:  do  is  get  over  that  attitude  as  soon  as 
possible,   for  whatever  its  influences 
are  this  is  a  vastly  sntertaining  novel, 
capable  of  standing  on  its  own  feet. 
There  are  numerous  characters,  all 
of  whom  may  be  classed  with  impun- 

II  ity  under  that  quaint  term  "Ameri- 
'  can  types."  Peleus  is  a  sensitive, 
i  shattered  survival  of  the  war;  Ro- 

:  berta  is  the  pretty,  suppressed  wife  of 
George   who   is   a  stupid,    stubborn, 
self-sacrificingMissouri  Babbitt;  Alice 
is  the  adventurous  American  odalisk, 
;  at   bottom   merely   an   emancipated, 
■   Puritan  old-maid,  and  the  Duchess, 
formerly  Mimi  somebody,  from  Okla- 
homa, lives  in  an  expensive  world  of 
',   French    chateaux,    champagne    and 
i   Paris  divorces.  Mr.  Updegraff  brings 
these  characters  together  near  Cannes 
for  a  few  days,  with  the  magic  result 
!    that  neither  the  characters  nor  the 
setting  become  trite  or  dull.   It  is  a 
gay,  hectic,  amusing,  tragic  few  days 
for  these  nervous  people  and,  when 
towards  the  end,  Peleus  dies  of  lung 
trouble  on  the  Mediterranean  shore 
after  a  midnight  swim,  the  book  ex- 
presses a  kind  of  desperate,  humour- 
ously cruel   poetry.    No   realistically 
treated  death  scene,  I  know  of,  out- 
side  "The   Doctor's   Dilemma  "  con- 
tains less  sentimentalism  and,  at  the 
same  time,  less  bitterness. 

But     I     haven't     yet     mentioned 
Henry-Oh,  and  that  is  a  shame.  Be- 


cause I  can't  imagine  "Whatever 
(we'd)  Do"  (not  so  bad, eh?)  without 
Henry-Oh.  Henry-Oh  is  rich,  fat, 
jolly,  and  enormously  appreciative  of 
strong  drink.  He  is  a  Gargantua,  a 
satyr,  a  Falstaff,  a  Twentieth  Cen- 
tury Silenus,  but  above  all  he  is  his 
own  clever  colloquial  American  self. 
I  think  the  high  point  of  the  book  is 
the  evening  Henry-Oh  spent  being 
kind  to  others.  He  tried  to  arrange 
for  his  poor  friend  Peleus  to  marry  his 
rich  friend  Mimi;  the  suppressed 
Roberta  passed  out  on  his  hands,  so 
he  tried  to  take  her  home.  On  the  way 
he  found  her  husband,  also  passed  out 
and  smelling  of  bad  Brandy,  so  he 
placed  a  package  of  breath  removers 
in  his  pocket.  At  a  restaurant  nearby 
a  cocotte  was  drinking  his  cham- 
pagne. The  world  was  full  of  such 
interesting  and  delightful  things.  He 
tried  to  account  for  his  humanitarian 
behavior  by  creating  a  benevolent 
little  philosophy  of  five  virtues,  which 
he  decided  to  call  his  Hsnryonian 
Pentagon.  But  he  left  out  of  his 
Pentagon  the  great  virtue  which 
makes  him  live  most  fully  in  these 
pages — humor. 

"Whatever  We  Do,"  by  Allan  Up- 
degraff. {John  Day). 

By  JOSEPH  HENDERSON 
I       «       « 

As  Seen  by  Her 

ping  district.  Here,  in  the  most  aristo- 
cratic surroundings,  may  be  found 
the  chocolates  that  have  made  Kratz 
famous  the  world  over.  Stop  for  a 
moment  and  listen  to  the  customers. 
A  bright-eyed  Spanish  senorita. 
She  is  greeted  as  an  old  customer. 
"A  small  box,"  she  says,  "small,  be- 
cause I  must  carry  it  to  Oakland  to- 
night to  the  opera.  Not  that  /  need 
chocolates  to  enjoy  Mary  Garden, 
but  my  guest  does,  and  if  she  must 
nibble  I  much  prefer  that  she  nibble 
Kratz.  Somehow  it  lessens  the  incon- 
gruity of  eating  at  the  opera.  " 
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ABIT  farther  up  the  street  is  V.  C. 
Morris'  Antique  Shop.  The 
lamp  in  the  window  has  a  base  fash- 
oned  from  an  old  sextant  with  a 
shade  of  creamy  skin.  Inside  they'll 
tell  you  it's  called  "the  astronomical 
lamp."  Now  you're  in  .  .  .  look  about. 
You  won't  know  either  the  name  of 
nor  the  use  for  half  the  things  you  see. 
The  glass  globes  are  witchballs.  In 
another  generation  fishermen  used 
them  for  floating  their  nets.  Super- 
stitious fishing  folk  believed  that  to 
own  one  brought  good  luck  to  a  home. 
Silly?  Perhaps  .  .  .  but  there  is  still  a 
market  for  the  globes!  That  fact  gives 
food  for  thought. 


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If  Your 
Friends 
are  the 

Traveling  Sort 

Nothing  could  puc  the  "bon"  more 
securely  in  their  voyage  than  for  you  to 
drop  into  Goldberg- Bowcn  and  get 
them  a  Gift  Basket  to  cheer  them  on 
their  way.  The  baskets  are  from  $5  up, 
and  contain  delicacies  of  unbelievable 
Epicurean  delight. 

And  as  for  you 

If  you  must  stay  home,  whether  or  no 
you  feel  your  dilapitated  constitution 
needs  a  rest,  be  of  good  cheer !  There  is  a 
tonic  for  you  called  Egg-O-Nog  that  is 
more  than  a  tonic.  It  will  put  a  sparkle 
in  your  eye  and  pep  in  your  step.  Just  a 
word  to  the  wise.  Try  it!  Egg-O-Nog. 

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The  mammoth  matches  are  for 
firesides.  Their  hriiiiant  heads  and 
f^ay  boxes  make  them  decorative, 
while  the  great  length  of  them  pre- 
\ents  sooty  or  burned  fingers 

The  giant  "flip"  glass  .  .  .  capable 
of  holding  a  generous  quart  is  some- 
thing to  be  eyed  openly  with  awe. 
Silent  testimony  that  our  granddads 
excelled  in  a  vanishing  art. 

The  modest  saucer,  about  three 
and  a  half  inches  across  embossed 
with  a  picture  of  Lafayette's  ship  the 
"Cadmus"  is  not  to  be  passed  with- 
out its  word  of  explanation. 

In  the  good  old  days  English 
gentlemen  drank  their  tea  from  cups. 
But  in  the  shuffle  that  drove  English- 
men to  brave  ths  Atlantic  and  dare 
the  wilderness  of  America  the  free- 
dom that  they  sought  took  more  than 
the  accepted  history-book  form  of 
government.  These  adventurers,  for 
example,  drank  their  tea  from  saucers. 
Early  American  china  factories  man- 
ufactured saucers  specially  to  satisfy 
the  novel  demand.  Said  saucer  is 
priced  at  $200! 

If  I  can  tear  you  away  from  the 
Chippendale  mirror  brackets  with 
the  gallant  tale  of  George  and  the 
dragon  carved  on  its  wooden  border 
I've  another  shop  that  holds  equal 
delights. 

The  Children's  Book  Shop  on  Post 
Street!  Before  you  bury  yourself  in 
its  stock  of  dreams  let  me  tell  you  the 
intriguing  story  behind  these  fasci- 
nating maps  for  children. 

This  one:  "The  Ail  Mother  Goose 
Panorama"  was  drawn  and  painted 
by  Lu.xor  Price,  the  distinguished 
New  York  artist.  Mr.  Price  has  a 
small  son,  and  for  the  child's  amuse- 
ment he  drew  all  the  figures  from 
Mother  Goose  on  a  great  sheet  of 
paper,  placing  them  wherever  the 
youngster  suggested.  The  finished 
map  was  hung  in  the  lad's  nursery. 
Mr.  Stokes,  of  the  Stokes  Publishing 
Company,  happened  on  it  one  eve- 
ning while  visiting  the  Prices.  He  pre- 
vailed upon  the  artist  to  allow  him  to 
print  it  and  place  it  on  the  market  for 
general  sale.  Mr.  Stokes'  idea  was  a 
good  one,  for  they've  sold  like  the 
proverbial  hot  cakes. 

i       i       i 

BEFORE  I  turn  you  loose,  this  shop 
has  an  attraction  that  I  think  is 
too  little  known.  A  sort  of  book  of  the 
month  club  for  children.  The  theory 
behind  it  is  sound.  Too  often  a  young 
mind  is  crowded  with  but  one  type  of 
literature  .  .  .  fairy  tales!  This  serv- 
ice supplies  a  child  with  a  balanced 
literary  'diet.  A  little  poetry  and  a 
little  drama;  stories  of  animals  and 


stories  of  adventure;  with  plenty  of 
history  and  fairy  tales,  of  course. 

Pass  the  good  word  on.  It  deserves 
repetition. 

What's  that  you've  pounced  upon' 
"The  Naughty  Kildeen."  Ten  dol- 
lars. A  fairy  tale  by  the  Queen  ol 
Roumania.  illustrated  by  the  French 
artist,  Job.  Out  of  print.  A  col- 
lector's item. 

No,  I  shan't  try  to  pry  you  away 
if  you  will  only  admit  that  there  are 
"such  things  as  dreams  are  made  of" 
all  ticketed  with  price  tags  and  beg- 
ging for  a  dream-buyer! 

f       «       « 

Hildreth  Miere 

(Continued  from  Page  19) 

During  the  war  Miss  Miere  studied 
map  making.  Then  she  studied  archi- 
tecture. She  made  extensive  study  of 
mural  painting.  And  rapidly  her  con- 
centrated application  brought  sound 
results.  She  has  made  several  trips  to 
Europe  but  not  for  study,  so  America 
can  claim  her  work  as  essentially  its  : 
own  product.  i 

Her  first  big  opportunity  to  show 
what  she  could  do  was  when  she 
worked  with  Bertram  Goodhue,  the 
architect,  on  the  Academy  of  Science 
building  at  Washington.  The  decora- 
tions there  are  very  elaborate,  being 
executed  in  raised  tile,  that  is,  in  tile 
that  has  a  relief  design  in  jesso  before 
it  is  colored  and  fired. 

Hildreth  Miere  counts  San  Fran- 
cisco her  home,  although  the  stupen- 
dous amount  of  work  she  has  laid  out 
for  herself  leaves  her  little  time  for 
anything  but  her  studio  residence  in 
New  York  where  the  majority  of  her 
work  is.  Her  father  lives  in  Los  Gatos 
and  her  sister,  Mrs.  Wilder  Bowers,  is 
one  of  our  own  Reigning  Dynasty. 

San  Francisco  has  few  examples  of 
her  work,  but  in  the  Woman's  City 
Club  in  Post  street  there  hangs  a 
beautiful  curtain  which  Hildreth 
Miere  did  in  memory  of  her  mother. 
Other  examples  of  her  work  in  this 
region  are  the  two  paintings  of  Little 
Saint  Teresa,  the  one  was  recently 
dedicated  by  the  archbishop  in  the 
Menlo  Church,  the  other  is  in  the 
private  possession  of  J.  A,  Donahoe. 

With  the  years  of  concentrated 
preparation  behind  her  and  the  heavy 
schedule  of  work  ahead,  the  accom- 
plishment of  the  moment  becomes 
but  a  stepping  stone  to  further  attain- 
ment. And  as  such,  even  the  Gold 
Medal,  the  highest  award  America 
gives  its  painters,  becomes  not  a 
final  seal  of  judgement  but  a  marker 
on  her  road  to  achievement. 


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permanent  or  overnight  stay The 

color  and  life  of  the  great  city  epito- 
mized in  Peacock  Court,  where  chef, 
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THE  THEATER 

Ai  CAZAR :  Take  My  Advice.  An  innocuous 
little  farce  with  that  very  personahlc  juve- 
nile, Emerson  Trcacy. 

Capitol  :  Appearances.  Whereby  a  faith  play 
ousts  a  bevy  of  sex  pictures  from  this  erst- 
while citadel  ot  the  drama. 

CuRRAN  :  The  Desert  Song.  Last  weeks  of  this 
production  which,  as  yet,  has  not  been  the 
scene  of  any  "revolt." 

Geary  :  E.xcess  Baggage.  Backstage  life  given 
a  movie  hero  and  a  circus  stunt. 

Columbia:  Wings.  Popular  picture  to  be  fol- 
lowed by  Kongo,  drama  of  the  wilds. 

Fulton  (Oakland):  Marjorie  Rambeau's  last 
month  of  revivals  in  Ttic  .^iirage,  Eyes  of 
Youth.  Craig's  Wife,  and  .\ladame  X. 

Green  Street  ;  The  .Married  JJirgin  and  The 
Maternal  Instinct.  Two  plays  which  arc 
guaranteed  to  aid  the  digestion  of  any 
spaghetti  eater. 

Players  Guild:  The  .Mikado,  to  be  followed 
by  The  Young  Idea  with  new  cast  of  Guild 
youngsters. 

President:  The  Baby  Cyclone.  George  M. 
Cohan  conducting  a  puppy  race  near  the 
Civic  Centre. 

MOVIES 

Embassy:  Tenderloin,  talking  melodrama  of 
the  underworld  with  Dolores  Costello  and 
Conrad  Nigel.  Abe  Lyman  and  his  orchestra 
also  on  the  Vitaphone. 

Granada:  Prominent  stage  acts  and  feature 
pictures. 

Warfield  :  Feature  stage  acts  and  prominent 
pictures. 

St.  Francis  The  Circus  with  Chaplin,  to  be 
followed  by  Murnau's  "song  of  two  hu- 
mans" entitled  Sunrise. 

California  :   Drums  of  Love,  to  be   followed 
by  Emil  Jannings  as  a  gangster  in  the  Salva 
tion  Army  picture  Streets  of  Sin. 

VAUDEVILLE 

Orpheum  :  Elsie  Janis,  Eugene  O'Brien,  Claire 

Windsor,  and  Alia  Nazimova.  A  powerful 

quartet  for  any  theatre. 
Pantages  :   Maurice  Costello,  to  be  followed 

by  Dressed  to  Kill,  one  of  the  best  crook 

dramas  of  the  year. 


PUPPETS 

Blanding  Sloan's  Puppet  Theatre:  Ralph 
Chesse's  version  of  Hamlet,  to  be  followed 
by  Sloan's  own  I^astus  Plays  Pirate. 

Puppet  Players'  Theatre:  Alladin  and  the 
Wonderful  Lamp,  directed  by  Vera  Von 
Pilar. 

MUSIC 

May  7,  Henri  Dcering,  pianist,  in  recital. 
May    14    and    M.'ky     17,    Henri    Dzering,   in 

recital. 
May  22,  La  Somnamhula — Capitol  Theatre — 

Arturo  Casiglia  production. 

ART 
Courtesy  of  The  Argus 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie — May  7  to  21,  new 
oils  by  John  O'Shea. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legion  of 
Honor — Through  May  13,  foreign  section  of 
the  Carnegie  Institute's  Twcnty-Si.xth  Inter- 
national Exhibition  of  Modern  Art.  Permanent 
collections. 

Casa  de  Manana  (Berkeley) — California 
Society  of  Etchers  shovA/  until  May  12,  fol- 
lowed by  paintings  by  Mary  de  Neale  Morgan. 

De  Young  Memorial  Museum — Pernia- 
ncnt  collections  of  painting  and  sculpture  by 
American  and  European  artists. 

East  West  Gallery — Through  May  10, 
watercolors,  etchings  and  drawings  by  Richard 
Lahcy.  Watercolors  by  Alberte  Spratt.  May  11 
to  25,  group  exhibit  by  members  of  the  Mod- 
ern Gallery. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery — Through  May  16, 
oils,  drawings  and  wood  block  engravings  by 
Agnes  Park.  May  17  to  June  g,  wood  block 
prints  by  Rockwell  Kent. 

GumpGalleries — Through  May  21,  minia- 
tures by  Yoreska.  Work  by  California  Artists. 

Persian  Art  Centre — Rare  Persian  minia- 
tures, tiles,  rugs  and  textiles  from  the  collection 
of  Dr.  Ali-Kuli  Rhan. 

Augustus  Pollack  Gallery — Chinese 
paintings  and  ceramics. 

Swedish  Applied  Arts — Hand-woven  tex- 
tiles, glassware,  pewter  and  pottery. 

VicKERY,  Atkins  &  Tohrey — Prints  by 
Hokusai. 


DINING  AND  DANCING 

The  Mark  Hopkins  :  On  top  of  the  world  in 
more  senses  than  one. 

Post  Street  Cafeteria:  62  Post  Street.  Lun- 
cheon served  with  apple  blossoms. 

Courtyard  Tea  Roo.m  :  415  Grant  Avenue. 
Beguiling  Sunday  dinners  and  week-day 
meals  in  a  charming  roof  patio. 

Francis  Tea  Room:  315  Sutter  Street.  Plenty 
of  air  and  fresh,  crisp  food. 

Martha  Jean's:  270  Sutter  and  340  Mason. 
Artistic  atmosphere  and  enticing  food. 

Temple  Bar  Tea  Room  :  No.  1  Tillman  Place. 
If  you  don't  mind  the  jam. 

Russian  Tea  Room.  1001  Vallejo  Street.  Lux- 
uries of  the  Czar's  regime   made  accessible. 

Tait's  at  the  Beach:  Modern  lure  backed  by 
yesterday's  niystery. 

JuNGLETOWN :  502  Broadway.  A  tropical 
refuge  for  those  who  like  'em  hot  or  cold. 

Belle  de  Graf  :  Around  the  corner  from  the 
Palace.  Food  that  is  food. 

Fairmont:  Soft  carpets — and  Rudy  Sieger. 

Alladin  Studio:  363  Sutter  Street.  Where  the 
Misses  Mooser  beat  the  tom-toms  of 
Bohemia. 

St.  Francis:  Where  smart  people  entertain. 

Mamnaru  Tei  :  546  Grant  Avenue.  Food  from 
Nippon,  served  in  Chinatown. 

The  Palace:  In  Spring  youth's  fancy  turns  to 
the  Rose  Room. 

The  Clift  Roof  Lounge  :  Refreshingly  aloof 
from  the  city. 

Julius'  Castle:  302  Greenwich  Street.  Ro- 
mantically perched  on  the  side  of  Telegraph 
Hill.  Local  color  guaranteed. 

LECTURES 
FjERiL  Hess  :  Chechoslovakia  in  Tale  and  Folk 

Song,  Paul  Elder's,  May  26  at  2  o'clock. 
Rudolph  Schaeffer:   RJiythmo-Chromatic   De- 
sign,  127  Grant  Avenue,   Thursdays   10:30 

A.M.  and  7  :30  p.m. 
Major-General  Hunter  Liggett:  A.  E.  p., 

Ten    Years   Ago   in   France,    Paul    Elder's, 

June  2nd,  2  :30  p.m. 
Mrs.     Eda    Bruna     Fallows:    Coquette,     by 

George   Abbott   and  Ann    Preston   Bridgcrs, 

Paul  Elder's,  May  22,  2:30  p.m. 


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SAN  fHANCISCAN 


Prisons  vs  Literary  Bureaus 

In  Which  We  Review  the  Case  of  the  Convict  Writers 


I  AM  not  cynical  enough  to  believe 
that  the  field  of  beautiful  letters  will 
grow  bare  and  desolate  as  a  result  of 
the  literary  blockades  at  Folsom  and 
San  Quentin  penitentiaries^  But  it  is  not 
outside  the  bounds  of  reason  that  litera- 
ture may  suffer.  If  the  Texas  State  Peni- 
tentiary had  shoved  a  literary  gag  in  the 
mouths  of  all  convict  authors  a  number 
of  years  ago  we  might  never  have  heard 
of  O.  Henry.  There  are  better  writers 
than  O.  Henry  in  both  California  prisons. 

The  convict  authors,  you  understand, 
may  continue  to  write.  They  can  write 
to  their  hearts'  content.  They  can  write 
stories,  articles,  essays,  plays,  novels  or 
even  movie  scenarios.  The  only  differ- 
ence is  that  now  they  can't  send  out  any 
manuscripts  for  publication.  They  can 
keep  their  stuff  and  market  it  when  they 
return  to  freedom — say,  five,  ten  or  fifty 
years  hence. 

From  a  purely  literary  standpoint 
there  is  manifestly  something  to  be  said 
for  this  new  penitentiary  rule.  A  convict 
author  doing  a  stretch  of  maybe  fifteen 
years  will  certainly  have  plenty  of  time 
to  rewrite  and  polish  up  his  copy.  It 
would  be  a  delightful  idea  if  a  lot  of  us 
were  forced  to  live  with  a  story  fifteen 
years  before  perpetrating  it  on  an  editor. 

Obviously,  however,  this  new  regu- 
lation cannot  be  very  satisfactory  to  a 
convict  author  serving  a  life  term  What 
does  he  care  about  fame  and  fortune 
after  he's  dead? 

But  the  new  rule  is  not  a  thing  of 
official  maliciousness.  The  penitentiary 
authorities  are  faced  with  a  real  problem. 
For  example,  the  convicts  at  San  Quen- 
tin Prison  receive  about  1200  letters 
every  day.  Before  they  are  delivered  each 


By  MORROW  MAYO 

letter  must  be  caretully  read,  scrutinized 
for  pin  holes,  studied  for  word  codes. 
All  outgoing  mail  must  be  similarly 
examined  There  are  just  four  censors  to 
do  this  work. 

Moreover,  since  Robert  J.  Tasker, 
Ernest  Booth  and  a  few  others  have 
achieved  some  recognition  as  writers 
about  half  the  inmates  of  both  prisons 
have  taken  up  the  sport.  They  have 
swamped  the  censors  with  copy  and  most 
of  it  has  been  terrible  stuff — illiterate 
love  stories  and  blood  and  thunder  im- 
becilities. Try  to  imagine,  if  you  can 
without  becoming  ill,  the  task  of  read- 
ing thousands  and  thousands  of  words  of 
puerile  fiction,  most  of  it  written  illeg- 
ibly in  pencil  on  cheap  tablet  paper. 

▼     ▼     T 

PRISON  authorities  contend  that  con- 
victs are  not  supposed  to  commer- 
cialize their  talents  while  they  are  in  the 
penintentiary.  After  a  convict  shoe- 
maker works  at  his  trade  all  day  he  is  not 
allowed  to  make  shoes  in  his  cell  at  night 
and  sell  them.  Why  then,  they  argue, 
should  a  writing  man  be  permitted  to 
follow  his  trade  at  night  and  make  out- 
side money? 

They  also  claim  that  censored  manu- 
scripts are  frequently  altered  after  they 
leave  the  prison  and  before  they  appear 
in  print.  The  inference  is  that  a  convict 
will  write  an  article  and  send  it  to  a 
friend;  that  subsequently  the  friend  visits 
the  convict  and  receives  further  material 
orally  which  he  inserts  in  the  manuscript 
before  mailing  it  to  a  magazine.  In  this 
way  confidential  information  about 
prison  conditions  may  find  its  way  into 
public  print. 

I  talked  with  Tasker  at  San  Quentin  a 


few  days  ago  He  tells  me  that  young  Jo 
Mackin  is  the  most  promising  writer  in 
either  prison.  For  three  years,  in  his  cell 
at  night,  Mackin  has  been  waging  a 
hand-to-hand  struggle  with  the  Ameri- 
can language.  He  has  recently  received 
letters  trom  several  magazines  offering 
to  buy  some  of  his  stuff  Mackin  is  doing 
fifteen  years  flat  for  robbery.  Perhaps  we 
may  see  some  of  his  stories  in  1940. 

Tasker's  first  novel  "Grimhaven" 
was  sent  out  with  several  magazine 
stories  before  the  literary  ban.  It  will  be 
published  by  Knopf  in  the  fall.  Tasker  is 
doing  a  jolt  of  from  five  years  to  life.  A 
couple  of  young  versifiers  in  Folsom 
have  been  sending  their  poems  to  college 
English  departments  for  criticism.  In  the 
future,  or  rather  now,  they  will  have  to 
be  their  own  critics. 

One  of  the  members  of  the  board  of 
State  prison  directors  was  quoted  as  say- 
ing ;  "We  are  running  prisons  not  literary 
bureaus."  That  is  true,  of  course  I  may 
quote  myself  as  saying  that,  moreover, 
so  far  as  1  know,  none  of  them  ever  won 
a  medal  for  appreciation  of  the  fine  arts. 
▼  ▼  ▼ 

THEORETICALLY  evcry  consistent  effort 
is  made  to  help  a  convict  better  him- 
self. These  men  are  not  going  to  be  in 
prison  forever.  The  longest  sentence  ever 
served  at  San  Quentin  was  29  years.  You 
would  think  that  the  more  money  a 
prisoner  could  make  by  writing  or  in 
any  other  way  the  better  the  prison 
authorities  would  like  it,  A  convict  is 
less  apt  to  rob  a  bank  if  he  comes  out  of 
prison  with  a  little  money  on  deposit  in 
it  than  he  is  if  he  comes  out  of  prison  a 
pauper.  Furthermore,  the  State  is  doing 

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10 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


As    IS    usual    with  navy  stories,  this 
j\^  t""'^  place  ashore. 

During  the  stay  of  the  fleet  in  San 
Francisco  harhor,  a  number  of  officers 
attended  a  la\'ish  reception  at  the  Pacific 


avenue  residence  of  a  lady  well-known 
for  her  hospitality  A  doctor  from  the 
hospital  ship  "Relief,"  attired  in  the 
correct  evening  garb  of  a  civilian,  was 
present  with  his  hrothers-in-arms. 

In  the  course  of  a  conversation  an 
inquisitive  damsel,  marking  his  lack  of 
gold  braid,  inquired  his  occupation. 

"I  am  a  naval  surgeon,"  he  replied. 

After  a  tell-tale  pause  she  observed, 
blushingly,  "Do  you  know,  I  think  the 
medical  profession  is  becoming  over- 
speciali-ed." 

▼       ▼       T 

HOW  beautiful  is  faith!  It  blossom- 
eth  like  the  naive  violet  and  wax- 
eth  like  the  magnolia.  It  maketh  rail- 
magnates  of  newsboysand  playwrightsof 
Negro  elevator  boys.  If  you  don't  be- 
lieve us  ask  Garland  Anderson  Says 
Garland:  "I  was  sitting  one  day  at  the 
phone  desk — just  a  thinkin' — and  along 
came  Peter  B.  Kyne.  A  man  stopped 
Peter  and  asked  him  where  he  was  going 
to  spend  the  summer.  Peter  said  he  was 
going  to  Europe  for  two  months,  and 
while  he  was  there  he  would  write  two 
books." 

"And  now  look  you,"  says  Garland, 
"If  Peter  B  Kyne  who  was  born  with 
nothing  that  I  was  not  horn  with  can 
decide  to  write  two  books,  then  why 
should  not  I  decide  to  write  a  play?" 

What  matter  that  Garland  acknowl- 
edges he  had  had  no  education?  What, 
after  all,  is  education  among  play- 
wrights? Garland  had  faith.  So  he  wrote 
"Appearances."  Then  he  had  the  faith 
to  induce  the  Olympians  to  produce  it. 

And  the  moral?  Have  faith — and  you 
too  shall  write  a  play.  Faith — and  we 
all  will  be  writing  plays.  Faith — and 
the  Olympians  will  fight  to  put  up  the 
cash  to  produce  the  child  of  our  ego. 
Faith — and — Oh,  well,  you  see  what  we 
are  getting  at. 

▼  ▼  ▼ 

A  WORTHY  contemporary,  which  re- 
cently   withdrew    from    the    San 
Francisco  field  to  dedicate  itself,  among 


other  things  to  the  high  mission  of  con- 
vincing the  rest  of  the  world,  that  Los 
Angeles  and  environs  have  "culture" 
and  that  the  movies  harbor  the  seeds  of 
a  "great  art,"  notes  sadly  in  a  recent 
issue  that  Baileff  played  his  Chauve- 
Souris  to  half  empty  houses  in  Los 
Angeles,  whereas  in  San  Francisco  he 
played  to  capacity  houses  and  did  ^g^,- 
ooo  worth  of  business.  In  Baileff's  own 
phrasing  he  made  a  colossal  error  in 
attempting  to  entertain  a  provincial 
audience  with  such  a  sophisticated  per- 
formance. 

Nor  is  this  all.  With  humility  that  is 
unknown  and  strange  in  the  southern 
regions,  the  publication  named  com- 
ments that  the  incident  is  indicative  of 
San  Francisco's  superior  understanding 
and  appreciation  in  matters  of  the 
drama  and  of  the  glaring  provincialism 
ot  Los  Angeles  in  the  same  realm.  Never 
did  we  suppose  that  we  would  live  to 
see  the  day  of  such  an  admission  as  this. 
But  la,  the  miracle  comes  to  pass  before 
our  eyes.  It  betokens  the  faint,  feeble 
dawn  of  perception  and  intelligence.  It 
is  a  tiny  germ  in  an  alien  soil.  Not  to  be 
patronizing,  but  merely  to  act  in  the 
spirit  of  camaraderie  which  prevailsinthe 
world  of  art  and  letters,  may  we  suggest 


that  he  who  has  at  last  grasped  this 
thought  guard  it  tenderly,  nurture  it 
carefully  and  protect  it  from  annihila- 
tion among  the  rank  weeds  that  South- 
ern California  feeds,  supports,  gloats 
over  and  honors  with  the  name  of  art? 

While  upon  the  subject  of  San  Fran- 
cisco's generally  recognized  leadership  in 
issues  of  the  intellect  and  the  arts,  we 
cannot  forbear  to  compliment  a  late 
issue  of  The  Argonaut  in  which  the 
editors  set  down  a  few  timely  and 
pointed  observations  on  the  vaunted 
wisdom  of  George  Jean  Nathan,  dra- 
matic editor  of  The  American  Mercury 
and  the  school  of  thought  this  publica- 
tion is  producing.  Mr.  Nathan  by  his 
sharp,  vitrolic  style  of  reasoning  and 
writing  has  become  the  Great  High  God 
of  American  criticism,  dramatic,  lite- 
rary and  otherwise  His  utterances  have 
been  swallowed  whole.  To  question 
them  has  seemed  sacrilege,  for  patently 
the  king  can  do  no  wrong.  It  is  high 
time  some  one  examined  into  his  words 


and  thoughts  to  find  the  stuff  whereol 
they  are  actually  made.  And  it  is  a 
thought  of  some  significance  that  a 
group  of  able  San  Francisco  editors  sets 
itself  to  this  work. 

▼      ▼      T 

ONCE  upon  a  time  the  owner  of  a ^ 
Ford  met  a  friend  and  asked  himj 
what  kind  of  a  car  he  was  driving.  The' 
friend  said  he  drove  a  Pierce  Arrow  and 


the  Fordite  acknowledged  that  that,  too, 
was  a  good  car. 

However,  that  was  before  the  days 
of  caste. 

Last  Tuesday  we  were  waiting  the 
"go"  signal  at  the  corner  of  Post  and 
Grant  Avenue  when  that  stunning  His- 
pano  Suiza  that  you  have  seen  gliding 
around  the  city  turned  the  corner  and 
successfully  blocked  the  cross-traffic. 
Directly  in  the  front  line  trench  was  a 
24-carat  gold-plated  Rolls  Royce.  The 
chauffeur  of  the  Rolls  glared  at  the 
owner  of  the  hand  that  guided  the  des- 
tiny of  the  Hispano  and  said:  "Where  in 
the  hell  do  you  think  you  are  driving?" 

The  guiding  spirit  of  the  Hispano 
elevated  an  effete  eyebrow. 

"Aw,"  he  sighed,  "take  that  pile  of 
tin  and  park  it  in  the  alley." 


As  Seen  By  Him 

WUh  Apologies  to  "As  Seen  By  Her" 

THERE  was  in  the  air  that  freshness 
and  clean  vigor  which  left  its  im-  • 
press  upon  the  crowd  along  the 
street  as  I  went  into  my  Blunderland. 
There    were    so    many    cheerful    good 
mornings  that  I  noticed  the  day  myself 
and,  reaching  up,  took  my  worry  from 
my  head  and  threw  it  in  the  gutter.  If 
tomorrow  is  dark  one  will  have  to  look 
for  a  new  one,  won't  one?  I  passed  into 
a  prominent  sweetshop  and  bought  my- 
self one   of  those  dear   little   imported 
chocolate  cigars  and  as  I  walked  briskly 
down  Montgomery  to  Columbus  I  felt 
a   new  interest  in   life  as  I  sought  the 
cunning   and   unusual   which   filled   the 
shop  windows  about  me.  One  of  the 
real  estate  concerns  comes  in  for  more 
than  passing  mention.  Pictures  of  neat 
and  tasty  homes  fill  their  show  windows 
at  prices  attractive  from  seller  to  buyer. 
Dear  little  guitars,  spy  glasses  so  useful 
where  distance  lends  enchantment,  cam- 


MAY,  1928 


11 


eras  of  antique  leachcr  and  a  real  olJ- 
fasliioneJ  four-pound  watch  1  found  so 
I  prettily  displayed  among  spoons,  guns 
and  clocks  in  a  neighboring  haberdashery. 

Havf  you  ever  tasted  a  window  fish? 
1  saw  one   today   most   limp-fatcally 
displayed  as  I  walked  watchfully  along 
:enjoying   the   aroma    of  my   secgar, 
I  stopped  and  looked  him  straight  in  the 
eye.  One  is  not  in  the  slightest  danger 
!  since  a  platter  of  thick  white  tile  holds 
him  in  leash  and,  besides,  the  window- 
glass  windows  him  from  one.     1  have 
never  tasted  the  window  fish  but  that 
:you  may  get  to  know  him  better,  he's 
red,  a  charmaine  red,  with  brown,  plead- 
ing eyes  and  a   bristle  of  thick  spines 
along  his  graceful  back.  Yes,  graceful;  I 
noticed  it.  He  followed  the  curve  of  his 
platter.  As  I  looked  I  fancied  that  he, 
;  too,  had  his  dreams  of  islands  far  away, 
of  coral  keys  which  would  unlock  his 
haven  of  desire,  but  my  day  was  gone 
,  and  as  evening  drew  near  I  joined  the 
hurried    home-going   crowd.    Try   as    I 
.  would,  I  could  not  forget.  I  put  my  new 
,  worry  on  my  head  and  sighed  as  I  drew 
.  my  keychain  and  tried  to  put  my  well- 
i  worn  key  into  the  lock  upside  down.  I 
[  could  not  forget  those  pleading  eyes  and, 
besides,    my   new   worry   doesn't   fit.    I 
(  shall  change  it  tomorrow. — CM. 


SUPPRESSED  desires  crop  out  in  peculiar 
whims,  and  take  devious  paths  in 
the  cropping.  A  certain  pompous  young 
man  has  never  been  known  to  pay  his 
social  obligations.  He  was  many  times 
a  guest  but  never,  in  the  memory  of  his 
acquaintances,  a  host.  At  last  his  invi- 
tations dwindled  and  he  lost  even  his 


[  guest  status.  Then  he  gathered  unto  him- 
I  self  his  belongings  and  set  forth  to  tour 
:   the  world. 

!        Before  he  left  San   Francisco  he  ap- 
]    parently  experienced  some  sort  of  pre- 
monition. He  called  his  lawyer  to  him 
and  demanded  that  all  his  wealth  be  be- 
queathed to   a  caterer  to   pay   for  one 
■    grand  party,  should  his  demise  occur  at 
sea.  And  the  guests  were  to  be  all  of  his 
hosts  of  the  good  old  days  who  had  cut 
him  off  their  lists  so  crassly.  Champagne, 
and  all  manner  of  liqueurs,  for  which  he 
\    had  a  penchant,  were  to  be  provided  in 
i    oceanic  quantity  to  contribute  to  their 
(    chagrin.    Just  an  interesting  spring  inno- 
'     vation  in  the  mode  of  wakes.    But  to 
date  no  word  has  come  of  the  adventu- 


rer's doom,   and  the  prospective  guests 
can  be  seen  daily  poring  over  the  shipping 
reports  of  the  local  press. 
▼  ▼  ▼ 

IT  IS  decidedly  no  longer  fashionable  to 
reveal  a  deep,  serious  interest  in  elec- 
tions and  things  political.  For  anyone  to 
venture  the  ghost  of  a  suggestion  that 
he  holds  an  unshaken  and  abiding  faith 
in  the  justness  and  integrity  of  the  men 
who  occupy  the  high  places  of  the  land 
because  they  are  ostensibly  the  chosen 
men  of  that  great,  mystic,  divine,  all 
wise  body — the  Common  People — is  to 
bring  social  ostracism  upon  oneself.  He 


who  holds  such  opinions  is  nothing  more 
or  less  than  a  simple  PoUyanna,  a  Bab- 
bitt, an  unperceiving  fool. 

Yet  in  the  face  of  this  danger,  we 
hereby  call  attention  to  the  vote  polled 
by  Alfred  E.  Smith  in  the  recent  primary 
elections.  That  the  Democratic  electors 
of  California,  at  least,  are  committed  to 
give  their  support  to  this  man  at  the 
forthcoming  national  nominating  con- 
vention, is  evident.  His  election  to  the 
presidency  is,  of  course,  problematical. 
But  the  fact  that  he  has  polled  such  a 
vote  upon  this  occasion  is  encouraging, 
since  he  is  the  one  presidential  candidate 
who  does  not  hesitate  to  state  his  inner 
convictions  on  the  prohibition  question. 
Though  this,  admittedly,  is  not  the  only 
issue,  it  will  not  be  possible  to  avoid  it 
indefinitely  by  blandly  declaring  that  it 
does  not  exist.  It  is  impossible  to  say  to 
what  extent  Al  Smith's  prohibition 
sentiments  influenced  the  vote  he  re- 
ceived, but  the  mere  fact  that  he  received 
the  votes  he  did  is,  at  least,  something  to 
ponder  over. 

T     T     T 

WITH  considerable  temerity  we  ap- 
proach the  subject  of  the  Daugh- 
ters of  the  American  Revolution  black 
list.  We  feel  that  our  own  position  is 
none  too  secure,  for,  to  our  infinite 
chagrin,  we  escaped  mention  on  the 
honor  roll. 

Yet  we  must  criticize,  for  we  believe 
that  the  D.  A.  R.'s  gesture  is  amiss.  It 
lacks  the  scope,  the  bigness,  shall  we 
say,  of  the  perfectly  executed  publicity 
maneuver. 

Then,  too,  this  weapon  of  the  mili- 
tant daughters  is  directed  against  mere 
individuals.  It  thrusts,  rendering  a  single 
soldier  hors  de  combat,  when,  with  a 
well-executed  sweep,  it  might  decapi- 
tate a  legion.  Its  victims  should  be  classi- 
fied in  groups,  not  named  alone. 


In  the  spirit  of  constructive  criticism 
we  venture  to  add  some  classifications 
t)f  our  own,  hoping  breathlessly  that  the 
D  A  R.  will  append  them  to  the  list  of 
condemned  speakers.  They  are  general : 

I     All  radio  announcers. 

2.  Actors  who  say,  "Well,  folks,  it 
sure  is  great  to  be  back  home  in  old  San 
Francisco,  and  I  want  to  thank  you  for 
the  way  you  received  our  little  offering 
and  next  week  we  hope  to  have  some- 
thing even  better — " 

1,.  Political  candidates  who  say, 
"Dearly  beloved  voters." 

4.  Trans-oceanic  flyers,  with  the  pos- 
sible exception  of  the  slim  one,  who  has 
little  to  say,  anyway. 

T     T     T 

THERE  comes  to  hand  from  some 
mysterious  source  a  copy  of  an  early 
San  Francisco  publication,  bearing  the 
date  1S69.  Fingering  over  its  pages,  we 
find  among  other  things,  an  account  of 
an  holiday  in  the  Chinese  quarters.  In 
the  interests  of  maintaining  approxi- 
mate satisfaction  with  our  lot  and  our 
present  day  city,  we  had  no  business  to 
read  the  thing.  But  our  weakness  for 
scenes  that  are  now  forever  gone  is  a 
treacherous  mania  and  to  what  dubious 
end  it  may  finally  bring  us,  we  cannot 
say. 

From  all  details  of  this  tale,  a  Chinese 
holiday  in  the  year  1S69  was  a  momen- 
tous occasion.  In  point  of  fact,  it 
stretched  over  several  days  and  was 
marked  by  splendor,  ceremony,  pomp, 
music,  color,  brass  bands  and  prodigious 
feasting  the  like  of  which  exceeds  any- 
thing in  our  poor  experience  and  imagi- 
nation. We  became  delirious  and  in- 
sensible with  the  effort  of  trying  to 
visualize  it  all.  Our  imagination  was 
working  like  opium.  But  such  ecstacy 
cannot  last.  Suddenly  we  shot  from  re- 
mote, rarified  heights  into  the  lowlancb 
and  a  chilling  drizzle  of  reality.  The 
curse  of  literal  fidelity  to  all  facts  dogged 
the  pen  of  that  long  departed  writer. 
He  tactlessly  relates  that  as  a  result  of 
their  happy  and  prolonged  indulgences 
our  Chinamen  suffered  from  stomach  , 
aches,  headaches,  biliousness  and  the 
divers  unprosaic  ailments  that  follow  a 


plentitude  of  revelry  and  too  little  sleep. 
Our  interest  died  We  dropped  the  book 
and  withdrew  brokenly  into  whatever 
solace  could  be  found  in  the  philosophy, 
that  the  present  cannot  be  escaped  and 
even — yea  even,  the  past  very  likely  had 
its  iiTiperfections. 

The  San  Franciscans 


12 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Story  of  Janet  Strange 

A  Legendary  Lady  Learns  Something  About  Life 


THIS  was  going  to  he  a  great  night, 
Don  kit  it  in  his  small  quaking 
bones.  The  road-warning  lanterns 
in  the  deserted  contractor's  shack  threw 
an  unholv  scarlet  light  over  everything, 
lit  up  his  pale  phantom  face  with  an 
unreal  pink  But  the  boys  were  coming 
.  .  actually  they  had  invited  him  to 
their  attcr-school  doings.  Two  years  of 
persecution  had  ended  that  morning 
u'hcn  the  hulking  leader  of  the  school 
gang  had  asked  him  to  join  their  crowd 
to  get  his  contractor  father  to  give  him 
the  key  of  the  shack  for  a  meeting  place. 
Two  years  of  being  "sissy" — the  butt 
of  their  jokes — the  outcast  in  a  class  of 
boys  who  lived  in  a  shouting,  scuffling, 
bcasty-smelling  world  of  their  own. 

Don  lived  in  a  different  world  .  .  .  the 
fantastic  dream-world  of  adolescence. 
Sometimes  he  wished  he  were  a  girl — 
not  one  like  the  ruffianly  hoydens  in  his 
neighborhood — hut  a  girl  who  was 
descended  from  the  legendary  ladies  he 
was  always  reading  about.  He  could 
easily  think  of  that  kind  of  a  girl.  In- 
stinctively, he  knew  how  she  would 
walk,  Vk'rapped  in  simple  dignity,  remote 
from  the  rough-and-tumble  world,  im- 
mured in  her  own  elegance.  Girls  like 
that  were  let  alone.  They  weren't  forced 
to  witness  gang  fights  and  listen  to  the 
crack  of  knuckle  on  kunckle  and  the 
sickening  sound  of  stomach  thumps 
They  were  protected  .  .  .  for  some  rea- 
son they  made  men  aware  of  the  plumes 
in  their  helmets  and  the  swords  in  their 
mailed  fists.  Don  was  always  chosen  to 
act  the  part  of  a  girl  in  the  school  plays 
because  he  knew  so  unerringly  how  it 
should  be  done.  But  the  teasing  after- 
wards .   .   . 

He  shivered,  perched  on  a  nail  keg, 
waiting  for  the  boys.  He  wondered 
what  they  would  talk  about.  Maybe  if 
the  fellows  took  him  on  as  one  of  them, 
his  brothers  would  treat  him  differently. 
His  father,  too  They  were  as  bad  as  his 
school-mates  for  teasing;  he  was  afraid 
of  them,  too.  He  must  remember  all 
the  big  boys  did  and  said  ...  he  would 
brag  a  little  around  home  .   .   . 

T      ▼      ▼ 

THROUGH  the  deserted  residential  tract 
on  the  outskirts  of  Brooklyn,  he 
heard  an  automobile  honking.  Tim 
Flannery's  old  Ford  .  .  .  the  gang 
leader.  They  were  coming!  Brakes 
shrieked  out  front  and  the  noisy  irre- 
sponsible voices  of  his  friends  shouted  to 
him  to  open  the  door.  Feet  tramping 
up  the  wooden  walk,  laughter,  a  squeak 
of  running-board  as  others  descended  .    . 


Bv  KATHRYN  HULME 

a  medley  of  sounds  that  pitched  him 
into  a  trembling  inchoate  excitement. 

Don  was  never  to  forget  the  terror  of 
that  first  awful  moment  after  he  had 
pulled  open  the  sagging  pine  door,  when 
two  of  the  biggest  fellows  came  in  lug- 
ging the  inert  body  of  a  young  girl,  limp 
in  a  faint.  The  stuffy  little  room,  the 
swinging  lanterns  with  their  uncertain 
scarlet  flickerings,  the  couch  with  its 
tumbled  sacks  where  a  watchman  used 
to  sleep,  and  the  figure  of  the  young  girl 
dumped  rudely  upon  it  .  .  .  all  the  rest 
was  engulfed  in  premonitory  horror 

Don  stood  with  his  back  to  the  door, 
speechless,  wide-eyed,  ignored  com- 
pletely. The  lanterns  shadowed  dreadful 
effigies  of  the  boys  on  the  walls,  loom- 
ing shapes  of  diabolic  intent  that  clus- 
tered, separated,  swayed  together  .    .    . 

There  was  a  plan  on  foot — some 
frightful,  unheard-of  plan  that  Don  per- 
ceived intuitively, — blurred,  insecure  in 
outline  but  somehow  shocking.  Sud- 
denly out  of  the  melee  of  black  shadows 
on  the  red  wall,  one  long  distorted  arm 
protruded  itself,  with  a  crooked  finger 
.  .  pointing  .  .  .  pointing  .  .  .  down- 
ward toward  the  girl  in  a  faint  on  the 
couch.  A  roar  of  laughter  seemed  to 
blow  him  out  through  the  door  into  the 
night.  He  ran  hatless  down  the  road 
'till  his  throat  bled  with  his  panting  in- 
takes of  breath.  Then  he  sat  down  on  a 
cement  bench  marking  the  yet  uncharted 
trolley  stop  of  the  deserted  home  site. 

His  head  was  whirling.  He  was 
frightened  in  a  way  that  animals  become 
frightened,  sensing  a  dread  situation 
through  inexplicable  channels.  The  boys 
thought  he  had  run  from  their  ridicule; 
but  he  hadn't.  He  had  run  from  the 
sight  of  a  shadow  on  a  wall — an  evil, 
pointing  apparition  whose  meaning  he 
didn't  want  to  know. 

T      ▼      T 

A  PALE  moon  climbed  into  the 
_/\  heavens  and  looked  down  on  the 
huddled  figure  in  the  forlorn  tract  of 
land.  It  was  a  wan  legendary  moon,  the 
home  of  his  legendary  ladies  who  lived 
in  their  dreams  untormented  by  the  un- 
knowable things  of  the  world  below. 
An  old  newspaper  blew  against  his 
knees,  startled  him  as  though  the  skirts 
in  the  moon  had  rustled.  Idly  he  picked 
it  up — the  Summer  Resort  Section  of 
the  New  York  Times — nervously,  for 
want  of  anything  else  to  do,  he  read  the 
printed  words. 

Suddenly  he  shivered,  as  though  a 
great  darhmed  up  flood  of  thought  had 
broke  loose  in  his  mind   His  wild  bright 


eyes  ran  up  and  down  the  Summer  Re- 
sort columns,  stopping  now  and  then  to 
rest   on   some   gaudy    illustration   of  a 
beach-side  hotel,  a-flutter  with  flags  and 
awnings    He  knew  a  lot  about  hotels. 
Every  summer  when   his  mother  was 
alive,  he  went  with  her  to  some  quiet 
resort  where  she  rested  during  the  hot 
months    But  he  wasn't  looking  for  any-  j 
thing  quiet  and  obscure  this  time.  Some-  ! 
thing  magnificent      .    .  distant      .    .  his 
frightened  eyes  stopped  at  the  picture  of 
a    famous   resort,    far  down   the  Jersey 
coast,  which  advertised  "miles  of  beach 
front"  "famous  cuisine"  and  "restricted 
clientele"  Then  he  sat  silent  and  stupi-  ^ 
fied  for  a  long  time,  with  little  tag-ends  'i 
of  thought   running   through   his   head 
like  scared  rabbits. 

T      ▼      ▼ 

THE  room-clerk  of  the  Seaview  Hotel  I 
was  a  trifle  taken  aback  when  Janet  : 
Strange  walked  to  the  desk  and  de-  - 
manded  her  accommodations,  reserved  i 
by  telegram  in  advance.  Instead  of  the 
school-teacher  he  had  been  expecting, 
he  was  confronted  with  a  slender  young  ; 
girl  with  a  markedly  pale  face  and  grey, 
cool  eyes.  When  he  queried  politely 
about  her  guardian,  he  learned  that  her 
father  was  engineering  in  Guatemala 
and  wouldn't  join  her  until  the  end  of 
summer.  She  had  come  up  from  Central 
America  alone  because  she  needed  a  rest 
from  the  tropics.  The  room-clerk  agreed. 
He  thought  he  had  never  seen  a  whiter, 
more  wistful  face.  He  was  so  engrossed 
in  the  thought  that  he  didn't  notice  how 
smooth  and  new  was  her  luggage  which 
the  porter  carried  to  the  elevator.  Serious 
and  businesslike,  she  paid  for  a  month 
in  advance  before  she  went  to  her  room. 
The  story  of  Janet  Strange  circulated 
through  the  hotel  with  rapidity,  and 
each  time  it  was  passed  from  mouth  to 
mouth,  it  gained  a  little  in  pathos. 
There  was  something  about  this  slip  of 
a  girl  that  stimulated  the  imaginations 
of  the  sentimental  summer  crowd  The 
elderly  ladies  crooned  of  her  motherless 
state.  The  mothers  of  girls  her  own  age 
ached  because  of  her  mature  self-suffi- 
ciency And  the  well-fed,  cheery  old  men 
who  sat  about  in  youthfully  cut  golf 
togs  had  an  irresistible  impulse  to  father 
her,  which  was,  however,  quite  thwarted 
whenever  she  levelled  her  fathomless 
grey  eyes  on  them.  No  one  came  to  know 
her.  She  had  a  cool  inflexible  way  of 
turning  from  proffered  friendships  that 
bespoke  the  person  long  accustomed  to 
the  solitary,  companionless  road. 

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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAj; 


HAGEMEYER 


SATiAH  mAT^  FIEJ^p 

"  The  name-poem  oj  Sara  Raid  Field's  latest  hook — The  Pale  11  oman — is  hi/ Jar  the  best  poem  oj  these  recent  years  Jrom  ani/ 
pen  wrilini)  in  English.  It  is  an  astonishini/  poem;  and  many  a  poet  oivr  this  wide  land  u'ill  hare  been  eniyinij  thai  rush  oj 
sheer  inspiration  that  whirled  the  poet  into  such  heautijul-terriblc  lines.  The  book  as  a  whole  has  a  remarkable  homogeneily  oj 
"timbre"  and  a  fine  recoipiizable  touch,  firm  yet  impassioned,  but  this  Pale  Woman  one  is  like  the  head  oj  the  statue — the 
look,  the , glance,  the  ewpression  oj  the  whole  figure  emanates  Jrom  it  in  one 
sad,  lingering,  haunting  regard." — John  Cowper  Powys 


llAY, 


1928 


PUBLrC  LIBRARY 


IS 


Behind  the  Screen 

Wherein  a  Famous  Authority  Tells  What  He  Thinks  of  the  Films 


Editor's  Note:  Max  Rcinhardt.  in  spite  of  contrary 
npinions  is  one  who  looks  upon  the  screen  as  a  major 
artistic  force  of  unprecedented  influence  and  has  its 
development  at  heart.  The  following  was  delivered  by 
Professor  Reinhardt  before  the  National  Board  ot 
Rc\'iew. 

FOR  many  years  I  have  been  following 
the  astonishing  progress  of  motion 
pictures  with  passoniate  interest.  As 
yet  I  am  still  standing  on  the  opposite 
shore  and  I  speak  here  only  as  a  man  of 
the  theatre.  For  that  reason  I  am  perhaps 
looking  through  a  telescope  at  many 
things  which  may  appear  quite  different 
upon  closer  inspection.  But  I  am  prepar- 
ing for  my  transition  from  the  old  world 
of  the  theatre  into  the  new  world  of  the 
motion  picture. 

Perhaps  I  should  call  it  an  excursion 
rather  than  a  transition,  for  I  do  not 
intend  to  abandon  the  theatre  to  which 
I  have  devoted  my  life.  Neither  am  I  in 

:  any  position  to  discuss  now  what  I  may 
accomplish  when  I  reach  that  further 
shore  of  motion  pictures.  For  of  what 

'  use  are  present  plans  and  preparations? 

\  To  paraphrase  an  old  saying:  Man 
proposes,  the  studio  supervisor  disposes. 
Nevertheless  it  is  to  be  hoped  that  the 
dispositions  of  a  supervisor  are  neither 
inscrutable  nor  unalterable. 

Before  turning  to  the  screen,  however, 
I  must  state  my  credo ;  I  believe  in  the 

i  immortality  of  the  theatre.  The  passion 

i  to  give  plays  and  to  watch  them,  the 
spontaneous  interaction  between  actor 
and  spectator  is  one  of  man's  natural 
instincts  which  can  never  become  atro- 
phied. In  its  present  form  the  theatre  is 
suffering  from  a  peculiar  condition.  The 

;  sticks  and  stones  and  talents  necessary 

(  for  its  existence  are  still  to  be  found  in 
the  noisy,  hectic  life  of  our  super-cities. 
But  the  theatre  has  lost  its  festival  aspect, 
its  kinship  with  the  play-instinct,  its 
quality  of  being  always  a  unique,  spon- 
taneous creation  of  the  moment.  This 
momentary  element  of  the  theatre  has  in 
fact  become  one  of  the  worst  signs  of  its 
failure.  And  yet  this  unique,  ultimate 
ecstasy  which  binds  player  and  spectator 
in  a  dionysic  union  is  one  of  the  primal 
elements  of  the  art  of  the  drama.  The 
theatre  has  not  yet  found  its  organic 
place  in  the  enormous  feverish  growth  of 
the  modern  metropolis.  It  is  a  very  old 
institution  and  therefore  more  conserva- 
tive and  more  ponderous  than  the  mo- 
tion  picture,    which   is   a   child   of  the 

metropolis. 

T    ▼    ▼ 

BUT  the  theatre  is  already  on  the  road 
to  occupying  its  apportioned  place. 
I  do  not  doubt  that  it  will  succeed,  per- 
haps   even    in    combination    with    tha 


By  MAX  REINHARDT 

screen.  Many  signs  point  that  way.  The 
so-called  prologues,  dance  interludes  and 
vaudeville  acts  with  which  so  many  of 
your  film  presentations  have  of  late  been 
garnished  may  be  an  expression  of  this 
tendency,  though  personally  I  regard 
them  as  a  questionable  makeshift.  On 
its  part  the  theatre,  which  from  the  be- 
ginning sought  to  include  music  and  the 
dance,  in  fact,  all  the  other  arts,  within 


Editor's  Note;  Of  the  following  Helen  Everett 
(Mrs.  Alexander  Meiklejohn)  said:  "I  really 
think  that  this  is  one  of  the  greatest  poems 
ever  written  about  the  conflict  of  women. 
It  has  a  universality  which  takes  away  ones 
breath." 


2  hej>  Pa  lej>  JVomaru 

By  Sara  Bard  Field 

Woman,  why  so  pale  and  thin? 
A  swan  and  a  raven  strive  within. 

From  battling  of  beak  am  I  wan  and  worn; 
From  grappling  of  white  with  black  wing 
torn. 

Woman,  I  hear  no  clash  of  iving. 
In  awful  silence  is  done  this  thing. 

They  lie  on  my  breast  when  weary  of  fight — 
Swan  on  the  left;  raven  on  the  right. 

The  left  breast  burns  like  a  fiery  cross; 
The  right  breast  blights  like  frozen  moss. 

If  the  white,  the  black  heart  slay, 
1  shall  be  a  nest  for  day. 

But  if  the  swan  should  vanquished  be, 
The  raven  with  night  will  feather  mc. 

Daily  1  rise  and  lay  me  down. 

1  comb  my  hair  and  sijnooth  my  gown, 

And,  basket  on  arm,  go  into  town. 

The  neighbors  see  nothing  strange  or  new — 
A  woman  marketing,  as  they  do; 
Butter  and  eggs  and  a  fish  or  two  .   .   . 

For  who  would  dream  my  narrow  clay 
Could  hold  the  whole  of  night  and  day? 

Or  that  the  birds  of  boundless  space 
Would  strive  in  such  a  little  place? 


its  domain,  has  recently  attempted  to 
include  even  the  motion  picture.  To 
such  a  union  the  theatre  would  bring 
priceless  gifts,  because  it  has  certain  irre- 
placeable advantages  over  every  other 
art.  The  greatest  of  these  advantages  is 
the  real  and  actual  human  being,  with 
his  hot  breath,  his  warm  tears,  his  infec- 
tious laughter  and,  above  all,  the  living 
force  of  his  voice,  the  manifold  melodies 
of  his  speech.  That  is  something  quintes- 
sential. 

Remember  that  the  theatre  has  a  his- 
tory running  back  for  thousands  of  years, 
whereas  the  motion  picture  still  is  at  the 
beginning  of  its  development.  It  there- 
fore cannot  be  fairly  judged  except  on 


the  strength  of  its  highest  achievements, 
rather  than  according  to  its  average 
marketable  factory  product  which  proves 
nothing  as  to  its  future.  We  know  the 
theatre  and  every  other  art  can  both 
reach  the  heights  of  artistry  and  sink  to 
the  lowest  commercial  prostitution. 
Degradation  will  always  result  when 
art  merely  panders  to  the  lowest  stand- 
ard of  public  taste.  But  in  the  end  you 
will  not  win  your  public  by  pandering  to 
it;  you  will  lose  it. 

T     T     T 

I  DO  not  wish  to  be  misunderstood. 
Neither  in  the  case  of  the  theatre  or 
the  motion  picture  do  I  believe  in  art  for 
art's  sake.  I  do  not  believe  that  the 
motion  picture,  whose  greatest  virtue  is 
its  power  to  speak  to  all  just  because  it 
is  bound  to  no  speech,  should  be  made 
for  the  few.  "Better  Films!"  I  hear  all 
around  mc.  Certainly!  But  not  better 
films  for  the  "better  few."  The  divine 
Shakespeare  in  the  overpowering  variety 
of  the  figures  of  his  imagination  created 
an  entire  world,  but  he  also  created  it 
for  the  entire  world.  The  most  spiritual 
as  well  as  the  most  primitive  tastes  were 
equally  satisfied.  His  theatre  welcomed 
both  spoiled  lord  and  simple  sailor,  and 
brought  enjoyment  to  each,  but  most  of 
all  it  brought  joy  to  its  own  creator  who 
united  alt  humanity  in  himself  and 
created  his  figures  after  his  own  image. 

T     ▼     T 

IN  THE  final  analysis  the  motion  picture 
is  only  another  one  of  the  many  forms 
which  have  evolved  from  drama  in  the 
course  of  time.  It  is,  indeed,  the  youngest 
form,  the  form  of  today,  capable  of  and 
calling  for  its  own  natural  evolution.  In 
its  immediacy  and  its  compactness,  in  its 
uninterrupted  change  of  scene,  it  has 
captured  the  rhythm  of  our  times. 
Whereas  the  theatre  still  echoes  the  tra- 
dition of  royal  courts,  the  motion  picture 
has  democratized  the  auditorium,  ex- 
tending to  every  spectator  the  equal 
privilege  of  the  eye.  It  carries  him,  as  on 
a  magic  carpet,  to  far  away  lands,  or  in 
turn  comes  to  him  to  the  smallest  and 
most  distant  hamlet,  without  ever  losing 
its  original  quality.  It  can  represent 
ultimate  truths  or  the  phantastic  aspects 
of  naked  reality.  It  can  represent  land- 
scapes, mountains,  the  ocean,  con- 
flagrations, earthquakes,  battles,  revolu- 
tions, where  the  theatre  must  and  should 
content  itself  with  suggesting  them.  Yet 
in  the  art  of  the  screen  as  of  the  theatre, 
man  ^s  the  centre  of  interest.  To  repre- 
sent man  in  form  and  spirit  is  the  most 

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16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Flying  Dutchman:  Retold 

In  Which  the  Devil  Forecasts  the  Rise  of  San  Francisco 


Editor's  Note:  Mr.  DeNoyer  assures  us  that  ihis 
"true"  version  of  the  "'Legend  of  the  Flying  Dutchman" 
has  been  passed  down  the  ages  in  esoteric  circles,  it  is 
only  now.  since  the  world  is  s<.)mewhat  freed  from  what 
Mr  OeNoyer  calls  "a  puritanical  horror  of  truth.  "  that 
we  are  allowed  to  publish  this  account  of  that  fabled 
Dutchman  so  often,  in  days  gone  by,  reported  standing 
on  the  poop  of  his  flimsy  galleon  shaking  his  fist  in  help- 
less fury  at  the  storming  skies.  We  hope  the  romanticists 
will  forgive  us  for  destro>ing  their  quaint  picture  of  a 
cursed  man  seeking  the  io\'e  of  a  woman  whose  self- 
sacrifice  would  sa\'e  him. 

THE  galleon  lumbered  through  the 
storm  For  the  titth  time  it 
struggled  in  that  same  latitude 
only  to  be  thrown  back  on  its  course, 
unable  to  pass  the  dark  hulk  ot  the  Horn. 

In  the  cabin  was  seated  the  Captain, 
he  who  was  destined  to  become  the 
tabled  Flying  Dutchman.  Bottle  of  rum, 
half-emptied,  at  his  elbow  he  stared 
before  him  at  the  table-top  on  which 
was  spread  a  chart  But  the  Captain  was 
not  looking  at  the  chart  Nor  was  he 
thinking  ot  the  ship's  time,  position  or 
course  Nor  was  he  worrying  the  least 
damned  bit  about  the  defiance  he  had 
hurled  at  the  diety  that  afternoon. 

The  Captain  was  thinking  of  Gretilda, 
the  wife  of  his  passenger  In  fact,  he  had 
been  thinking  of  her  constantly  ever 
since  she  had  stepped  aboard  at  Amster- 
dam, her  timid  foot  crying  the  rough- 
hewn  plank,  her  eyes  questioning  the 
crude  waters.  And,  if  truth  be  told,  as 
we've  promised  it  shall,  his  very  defiance 
of  the  Almighty  had  been  but  a  pardon- 
able attempt  to  strut  before  her  as  a 
weather-beaten,  hearty,  old  salt  worthy 
of  her  glances 

The  Captain  sighed  and  refilled  his 
glass.  He  drained  it  in  one  gulp.  Damn 
that  husband !  The  fellow  was  a  nuisance 

The  door  banged  open  A  sailor  stood 
in  the  doorway,  cap  in  hand,  white  of 
face.  The  Captain  looked  up. 

"Well'" 

"Ship  approachin'  otf  to  port,  sir.  All 
lighted  up  she  is  Looks  like  a  light  her- 
self, sir.AU  bright  like   .  a  g/iosf  ship.sir." 

"Hell!"  said  the  Captain,  a  sailor's 
fear  rising  in  his  throat.  His  jaw  dropped 
as  the  form  of  an  angel  appeared  in  the 
doorway  The  seaman  shrank  to  one  side 
and  the  heavenly  visitor,  shining  with  a 
pure  inner  light,  entered  the  cabin 

The  Captain  slumped  in  his  chair. 

"Our  Heavenly  Master,"  began  the 
Angel  sternly,  "heard  your  blasphemous 
defiance  of  His  power  this  afternoon. 
However,  being  all-merciful,  He  offers 
you  opportunity  to  redeem  your  soul  by 
retraction  and  penitence.  On  that  mis- 
sion I  come.  Retract  your  rash  defiance  or 
be  forever  doomed  to  sail  these  seas  in 
fruitless  attempts  to  round  Cape  Horn. 
Plead  for  pardon  •.  or  stand  sentenced 
never  to  make  your  passage  around  this 


Ih  WILLIAM  DeNOYER 

continent  and  never  to  retrace  the  course 
you  have  come   " 

Perspiration  broke  out  on  the  Cap- 
tain's forehead    His  brain  staggered 

But  suddenly  his  mounting  fear  was 
checked.  At  the  edge  ot  the  doorway 
behind  the  Angel  he  caught  the  flash  ot  a 
skirt  Gretilda!  His  blood  rose.  What? 
Lose  his  character  of  an  old  sea-dog 
right  betore  her  eyes?  Gallantly  the  Cap- 
tain rose  to  the  occasion 

Sdeath  !  What  do  you  mean,  clown, 
by  entering  a  shipmaster's  cabin  in  this 
fashion?  Know  you  not  that  I  am  cap- 
tain here  .    .    .?" 


THE  Angel  recoiled  before  the  blas- 
phemous outburst  Behind  him  Gre- 
tilda showed  herself  in  the  doorway  and 
cast  soultul  eyes  at  the  Captain.  He 
swelled  visibly  This  was  keeping  his 
character!  He  would  have  continued  but 
that  a  new  voice  spoke  as  a  suave  face 
rose  from  behind  Gretilda's  shoulder. 

"Quite  right,  Captain,  quite  right 
Reprove  him   ..." 

"The  devil!"  exclaimed  the  Captain. 

"Yes,"  said  His  Satanic  Majesty, 
bowing  Gretilda's  pardon  and  advanc- 
ing into  the  cabin    "It  is  I." 

The  Angel  started  back  in  horror  He 
made  the  sign  of  the  cross  and  mumbled 
an  incantation.  The  proud  dark  one  cast 
upon  him  a  disdainful  smile  and  turned 
to  the  Captain 

"I,  too,  heard  your  defiance  ot  this 
afternoon.  It  causes  me  to  rejoice  and 
rebuilds  my  failing  faith  in  mankind  to 
learn  that  there  is  at  least  one  member  of 
it  who  is  not  bowing  in  ignoble  servi- 
tude to  my  opponent.  As  for  sending 
this  fellow  to  invade  your  privacy  with 
his  silly  threats  ot  making  you  sail  these 
seas  forever  .    .    ." 

"Accursed  outcast  from  Heaven!" 
fumed  the  Angel.  "Wretch  deprived  of 
heavenly  bliss  by  our  Holy  Father!  What 
dost  thou  here'" 

"To  talk  to  one  ot  my  liking,  clown" 
He  borrowed  the  Captain's  phrase  as  the 
devil  will  do.  The  Captain  glowed  at  the 
compliment  and  smiled  as  the  devil 
again  addressed  him.  "Heed  not  this 
tellow.  Captain.  Even  though  his 
Master  carries  out  his  ridiculous  threat 
what  of  it?  Certainly  it  is  nothing  to 
daunt  an  old  sea-dog  like  you.  And  if 
you  do  inhabit  these  seas  forever — at 
least,  you  will  be  near  Gretilda  .   .   ." 

"So  she's  in  on  this,  is  she?" 

"Eh'': 

"It  is  well  known,  your  majesty," 
explained  the  Captain,   "by  all  master 


mariners,  naval  historians  and  learned 
maritime  philosophers  that  only  a  woman 
can  bring  the  devil  aboard  a  ship." 

"Ordinarily,  yes,"  agreed  the  devil. 
"But  even  if  Gretilda  had  not  been  here 
1  would  have  visited  you,  my  dear  Cap- 
tain. To  come  to  the  heart  of  the  matter, 
the  age-old  war  between  myselt  and  my 
Enemy  above  is  rapidly  approaching  a 
cliniax  A  few  more  centuries  will  decide 
the  issue.  But  I  need  a  lieutenant  and 
this  is  what  I  propose;  continue  your 
defianceto  Him  whoclaimsto have  never 
been  thwarted  and  compel  Him  to  grant 
you  eternal  lite  Under  His  own  laws, 
you  know,  He  cannot  but  tulfill  His 
word  and  niake  good  His  threat  It  will 
be  several  centuries  before  it  will  be^ 
necessary  tor  you  to  take  up  your  duties 
as  a  peer  of  Hades  under  my  direction 
In  the  meantime  you  will  be  sailing 
these  seas  in  the  fruitless  endeavors  to 
round  the  Horn  to  which  He  is  sentenc- 
ing you.  When  the  time  is  ripe  you  can 
enter  the  Pacific,  proceed  to  port  and  enter 
upon  a  career  as  the  Duke  of  Limbo." 

"But,"   hesitated   the   Captain,    "thci, 
sentence  is  that  I  shall  never  be  able  to 
round  the  Horn  to  enter  the  Pacific." 


THE  devil  smiled.    "More  proof  of 
the  necessity  of  another  Ruler  for 
the  universe.  Surely,  senile  decay  is  over- 
coming the  present  One.  With  all  His 
toreknowledge  ot  events,  one  of  the  little 
tricks  on  which  he  bases  his  preposterous 
claim  ot  being  the  Creator  of  All,  He  ; 
has  actually  overlooked  the  future  activ-  ■ 
ities  of  Man.  My  friend,  in  not  more  : 
than  three  centuries  it  will  no  longer  be  :' 
necessary  to  weather  the  Horn  to  enter  ( 
the  Pacific." 

"What?"  gasped  the  Captain. 

"No.  Man  flabbergasted  God  once. 
Man  proved  the  earth  to  be  right  when  i 
His  followers  declared  that  it  was  flat. 
Mankind  will  win  again.  To  the  North- 
ward a  channel  is  to  be  dug  by  Man  to  ■ 
connect  the  two  great  oceans.  Through 
this  man-made  channel  great  ships  will 
pass  to  and  fro.  And  through  that  chan- 
nel, after  a  paltry  few  hundred  years  of 
sailing  these  seas,  you  will  pass  and, 
once  on  the  bosom  of  the  Pacific,  you 
will  sail  yet  farther  north  where  a  great 
city  will  have  risen  on  the  outpost  hills 
of  that  now  little  known  shore.  And 
there  will  be  our  rendevous,  even  in  the 
shaded  valleys  of  that  city  which  shall  be 
named  for  one  of  His  saints.  There  will 
I  hail  you — milord,  Duke  of  Limbo." 

The  Captain  hesitated. 

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MAY,  1928 


17 


Famous  Cluh.f  oj  San  Francijco  as  J'isualized  hi/  One  Who  Has  Ne^'er  Been  in  Them. 

THE  'BOHE.ML^U^ 


18 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Long  Live  the  Puppets 

They're  Never  Dead  When  Their  Strings  Are  Pulled 

By  KENT  CAVARLY 


THK  marionettes  got  tircJ  ot  hang- 
ini:,  from  hooks,  limp  and  gcsturc- 
Icss,  with  nobody  to  pull  their 
strings.  In  their  own  peculiar  idiom, 
thcv  spoke  to  Rlanding  Sloan  ahout  it — 
so  he  moved  his  puppet  stage  over  to  the 
little  Modern  Art  Gallery,  71S  Mont- 
gomery Street,  and  organized  a  cluh  to 
rescue  all  the  hay  region  marionettes 
from  abysmal  ennui  Anyone  who  owns 
marionettes  can  join  the  club  and  give 
their  shows.  The  marionettes  are  tremb- 
ling on  their  strings,  frantic  with  joy. 
On  May  tenth.  The  Marionette 
Theatre  opens  with  Ralph  Chesse's  pro- 
duction of  "Hamlcc."  Mr.  Chesse,  in 
collaboration  with  Mr.  Shakespeare,  is 
going  to  give  the  town  a  great  surprise. 
*'or  more  than  a  month  now,  they've 
been  rehearsing  the  puppet  play.  For 
more  than  a  month,  Mr.  Chesse  (who 
made  the  puppets)  and  four  faithful  pup- 
peteers have  been  leaning  over  the  bridge 
above  the  puppet  stage,  dangling  Ham- 
let and  Ophelia  down  upon  the  boards 
five  feet  below,  reciting  the  lines  in  im- 
passioned \'oices  (even  though  the  bridge 
rail  cuts  squarely  into  their  stomachs) 
and  pulling  the  strings  which  endow  the 
eighteen-inch  actors  with  a  trembling 
tragic  lite. 

Mr.  Shakespeare,  still  several  ethers 
above  the  bridge  of  the  puppet  stage, 
has  nodded  a  hoary-headed  approval  of 
Mr.  Chesse's  cications.  It  was  a  morbid 
knife  that  carved  the  pale  gaunt  face  of 
Hamlet,  with  soul -sick  lavender  eyelids 
and  faint  green  hollows  under  the  cheek- 
bones. It  was  a  knowing  hand  that 
painted  the  evil  Queen's  face  grey- blue 
with  accumulating  terror  and  gave  the 
scary-haired  Ophelia  the  elongated  pre- 
Raphaelite  head  suggestive  of  madness 
in  its  most  tragic  wistful  form.  And  the 
King,  Hamlet's  uncle,  with  his  bad  red 
beard  and  sinful  horizontal  eyes,  is 
truly  a  man  to  make  the  royal  couch  of 

Denmark  a  "bed  of  incest." 
▼  ▼  ▼ 

So  CONVINCINGLY   are   the   characters 
carved,  you  will  forget  Mr.  Chesse 
and  his  assisting  puppeteers,  up  on  the 


bridge  above  the  stage,  with  the  rail 
sawing  into  their  stomachs  as  they  lean 
over,  reciting  the  lines  and  plucking,  as 
though  on  aerial  harp-strings,  at  the 
black  threads  connected  with  the  limbs 
of  the  puppets  below.  On  that  night  of 
May  tenth,  and  seven  succeeding  times, 
you  will  forget  that  Hamlet  is  made  of 
wood  and  leather  hinged  together,  and 
when  he  stands  alone  on  the  little  stage 
giving  his  famous  soliloquy,  the  words, 
coming  from  Mr.  Chesse  on  the  bridge 
above  and  from  Mr.  Shakespeare  still 
several  ethers  above,  will  seem  to  come 
straight  from  the  sad  vermilion  circle 
that  is  Hamlet's  mouth.  And  when, 
closeted  with  his  mother,  Hamlet  raises 
his  sword  and  strides  toward  the  tell- 
tale moving  curtain,  what  matter  if  the 
wooden  blade  does  not  pierce  the  te.xture 
actually?  What  matter?  The  eavesdrop- 
ping Polonius  falls  dead  anyhow  .  .  . 
pitches  right  out  on  the  stage,  horribly 
convincing.  The  play's  the  thing,  after 
all.  '  ^ 

Following  the  production  of  "Ham- 
let," Blanding  Sloan  will  march  out  his 
marionettes  and  give  his  play — "Rastus 
Plays  Pirate."  Rastus  is  a  naughty  little 
nigger  boy  who  rides  a  saggy-bellied 
mule  that  has  the  most  gaunt  and  ex- 
pressive hindquarters.  The  play  concerns 
the  marrying  of  Rastus'  Mammy  to  his 
"uncle" — Nicodemus  .  .  .  which,  if  you 
took  at  it  in  the  right  way,  is  rather  an 
incestuous  affair  in  itself.  Mr.  Sloan,  who 
wrote  his  own  play,  says  there  are  sub- 
tleties in  it  which  saved  it  from  the  police 
in  a  previous  presentation,  so  we  may 
all  get  a  chance  to  see  it  sometime 
between  May  24th  and  June  2nd. 

The  marionettes  for  the  Rastus  play, 
being  negros,  can  do  anything  from  the 
shimmy  to  the  Varsity  Shuffle.  Mammy, 
despite  the  implication  of  the  spectacles 
perched  on  her  flat  black  nose,  has  a 
wicked  pair  of  hips,  mobile  unto  the 
fourth  dimension.  Nicodemus,  the  mys- 
terious "uncle,"  prances  with  great  Nu- 
bian glee  (even  though  he  has  a  peg- 
leg)  and  his  beautifully  huge  red  mouth 
opens  so  far  you  can  see  his  Gargantuan 


glottis.  Nicodemus  carries  a  banjo  and 
when  his  black  fingers  skim  the  strings, 
you  hear  real  banjo  music  .  .  .  which 
might  be  someone  out  back  playing  a 
banjo,  or  it  might  be  the  black  rascal 
himself.  Pibby,  the  little  white  boy  in 
the  play,  has  a  nose  that  looks  like  a  ball 
of  pie-dough  stuck  squarely  in  the 
middle  of  a  lumpy  apple  pie,  and  he 
blows  on  a  mouth-organ — a  curious 
hybrid  instrument  got  by  crossing  a 
harmonica  with  a  Jew's  Harp. 

Undoubtedly,  the  police-saving  fea- 
ture in  Mr.  Sloan's  marionette  show  is 
the  negro  preacher — as  holy  and  godly 
as  anything  black  can  be — who  raises 
his  Bible  and  decently  marries  Rastus' 
Mammy  to  his  uncle — Nicodemus. 

T     T     T 

PL.A.NS  further  than  the  definite  pro- 
duction of  "Hamlet"  and  "Rastus" 
are  not  yet  matured;  but  it  is  hoped  that 
Lucien  Labaudt  will  give  a  marionette 
fashion  show,  with  himself  out  front 
in  a  sort  of  BaliefT  role,  interpreting  the 
creations  draped  on  his  puppets. 

Furthermore,  Blanding  Sloan  has  de- 
signs on  Charles  Erskine  Scott  Wood's 
"Heavenly  Discourse"  for  a  marionette 
show.  Colonel  Wood  gave  gracious  con- 
sent to  have  his  work  so  used  and  Mr. 
Sloan  is  already  dreaming  of  the  puppets 
leaning  over  the  heavenly  parapets, 
spicing  the  skies  with  their  remarks,  and 
of  the  queer  floaty  things  he  could  have 
for  God  and  the  Archangels. 

Since  the  aim  of  the  Marionette 
Theatre  is  to  provide  a  place  of  showing 
for  those  around  the  bay  regions  who 
have  marionettes  hanging  up  in  their 
closets,  but  no  place  to  show  them, 
other  talent  will  doubtless  come  forth. 

At  any  rate,  there  is  enough  in  store 
already  .  .  .  and  those  of  us  who  planned 
to  go  to  Paris  this  summer  for  the  ex- 
press purpose  of  seeing  the  puppet  shows 
in  the  Champs  Elysee,  can  stay  right 
here  in  San  Francisco  and  see  the  same 
thing,  or  better,  down  in  Montgomery 
Street,  for  a  nickel  car-fare  and  seventy- 
five  cents  admission.  Think  of  the 
money  saved! 


THE  PUPPET  SHOW,    WOODCUT  BYBLANDING  SLOAN 


MAY,  1928 


19 


The  Bender  Collection 

A  San  Francisco  Bid  for  the  Key  to  Oriental  Art 


By  ALINE  KISTLER 


IN  THE  full  swing  of  commerce  few 
pause  to  think  of  art. 
In  the  surge  of  modern  art  "pat- 
ter" few,  thinking  ot  art,  recall  the  heri- 
tage of  the  past. 

And  among  those  who  remember  the 
past  fewer  still  consider  the  viewpoint 
of  civili::ations  other  than  our  own. 

Yet  here  ami  there  one  finds  someone 
who  realizes  the  worth  ot  the  instru- 
ment of  understanding  placed  in  our 
hands  by  the  art  of  peoples  whose  ways 
differ  from  ours.  One  finds  a  patron 
with  a  vision  of  the  bonds  that  may  be 
forged  between  alien  attitudes  by  artistic 
understanding.  Onz  who  fashions  his 
dream  into  a  nucleus  around  which  an 
immense  structure  may  crystallize  out 
of  the  solution  of  our  cultural  growth. 

Leaving  the  rush  and  vigor  of  the 
city  streets  behind — climbing  from  resi- 
dential valleys  to  the  top  of  a  green- 
sward hill  overlooking  the  Golden  Gate 
— one  enters  the  Palace  of  the  Legion  of 
Honor  and  there,  passing  through  gal- 
leries of  Occidental  treasures,  one  comes 
to  a  room  where  he  is  calmed  to  con- 
templation by  a  tangible  gesture  toward 
an  institution  that  shall  some  day  aid 
understanding  between  the  eastern  and 
vi'estern  shores  of  the  Pacific. 

Here,  facing  that  large  Japanese 
painting  of  the  death  of  Shaka  and  beset 
on  every  side  by  fragments  of  Oriental 
culture,  one  sees  the  possibility  of  widen- 
ing contacts  with  our  Oriental  neighbors 
until  differences  of  creed  and  viewpoint 
shall  be  minimized. 

From  the  potteries  and  vases,  the 
paintings  and  statues  of  ancient  China, 
Japan  and  Thibet,  there  rise  hopes  of  not 
one  room  in  a  museum,  otherwise  de- 
voted to  things  of  the  Occident,  but  of 
an  entire  museum  devoted  to  the  art  of 
the  Orient  alone.  And  in  this  dream 
museum  one  finds  place  for  treasures  of 
the  past,  representing  the  highest  expres- 
sion of  Oriental  thought,  and  for  lec- 
ture and  research  rooms  where  students 
may  gather  to  consider  and  compare 
products  of  the  past  in  an  effort  to  under- 
stand the  present  Oriental  mind. 

Such  a  museum  would  be  pervaded 
by  the  calm  of  Mongol  thought.  Under- 
lying it  would  be  the  depth  of  Eastern 
contemplation.  For  through  the  art  of 
past  dynasties  one  would  reach  a  closer 
understanding  of  the  spirit  of  those 
civilizations  whose  history  is  as  a  tale 
that  is  told  in  a  mystic  tongue. 


T 


HE  dream  of  such  an  institution  as 
this  lies  in  the  mind  of  Albert  M. 


AMITA-NYORAI 

Bender  whose  gift  of  this  Oriental  col- 
lection to  the  Legion  of  Honor  has  been 
heralded  as  a  gesture  toward  giving  San 
Francisco  the  key  to  the  culture  of  the 
Pacific. 

The  gift  itself  is  regarded  by  many  as 
one  of  outstanding  merit  though  its 
giver  minimizes  its  importance  by  com- 
parison with  what  he  hopes  will  some 
day  be  accomplished. 

The  collection  as  it  now  stands  num- 
bers more  than  a  hundred  and  fifty  works 
of  art,  representative  of  the  cultures  of 
China,  Japan  and  Thibet.  Some  of  the 
objects  are  dated  as  early  as  the  Han 
dynasty  (206  B.C.  to  221  A.D.)  Others 
represent  various  periods  from  the 
seventh  century  down  to  comparatively 
modern  times. 

On  entering  the  room  one  is  faced  by 
the  painting,  "Niavana"  the  Death  of 


Shaka.  This  iSth  century  Japanese  pic- 
ture depicts  the  grief  of  the  followers  at 
the  death  of  their  Buddha.  The  Buddha 
was  painted  by  Kano  Sokkuyo  while 
the  remainder  of  the  painting  was  done 
by  Kansuiken  Umeda. 

On  the  right  of  this  striking  picture 
there  is  a  stone  carved  Buddha  blessing 
souls.  On  the  left  a  similar  carving  of 
Buddha  with  two  lions.  Both  of  these 
are  attributed  to  the  T'ang  dynasty. 

The  dignity  of  line  and  solemnity  of 
form  in  both  these  pieces  make  one 
pause  with  instinctive  reverence.  Even 
now  that  time  has  pitted  the  stone  until 
the  modeling  is  indistinct,  the  carving 
carries  the  spirit  of  the  background  from 
which  it  sprung. 

▼  ▼  ▼ 

IN  ONE  corner  of  the  room  there  stands 
the  statue  of  Amita-Nyorai,  one  of 
Mr.  Bender's  most  recent  additions  to 
the  collection  This  piece,  which  has 
created  more  comment  than  any  other 
part  of  the  collection,  is  in  itself  an  in- 
vitation'to  silent  contemplation. 

Amita  is  worshipped  as  the  personifi- 
cation of  boundless  light  by  followers  of 
the  popular  Old  Jodo  or  Shin-Shu  Sect 
of  Buddhism,  a  sect  formerly  founded 
by  Genku  (1133-1567)  also  by  the  True 
Jodo  and  later  by  Shinrai.  This  deity  is 
believed  to  have  taken  a  vow  to  save  all 
beings  and  to  prepare  for  them  a  place 
to  which  any  one  who  believes  in  his 
mercy  and  invokes  his  name  shall  be 
taken,  even  from  this  life,  to  participate 
in  the  communion  of  the  saints. 

The  Amita  frequently  appears  accom- 
panied by  twenty-five  Bodhisattvas  but, 
in  this  statue,  he  appears  alone  and  in 
the  attitude  of  blessing.  One  hand  is 
directed  toward  his  worshippers  while 
the  other  induces  to  enlightenment  and 
felicity  all  beings  who  are  his  followers. 

Even  without  the  religious  explana- 
tion, the  form  of  this  Japanese  God  as 
conceived  by  its  artist  creator  invites 
consideration  of  a  spiritual  meaning. 

From  the  paintings  that  circle  the 
room  there  comes  a  feeling  of  strange- 
ness. Then,  as  one  examines  each  more 
closely,  the  inter-relation  of  ideas  pre- 
sents itself.  One  sees  symbolic  gestures, 
stylized  emotions,  the  spiritual  part  of 
ancient  creeds. 

Among  the  twenty-two  paintings  of 
the  collection  there  are  portraits  of  Chi- 
nese Mandarins,  paintings  of  the  Goddess 
of  Mercy,  from  both  the  Chinese^  and 
Thibetian  point  of  view,  and  significant 
compositions   showing    the    Buddhist's 

Continued  on  page  41 


20 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Retrospection  in  A  Minor 

Or  a  Few  Random  Notes  on  Musical  San  Francisco 

BvJACK  CAMPBELL 


Wrni  die  linal  digital  triumpli 
ot  Ignace  PaJcrcwski,  San 
Francisco's  musical  self  em- 
barked on  its  annual  spring  vacation. 
And  a  well  deserved  one,  too.  Seven 
months  ot  strenuous  activity — October 
to  April — warrants  this  brict  respite  All 
the  muses,  one  by  one,  ha\e  been  paid 
suitable  and  just  homage  A  civic  repu- 
tation tor  musical  supremacy  has  been 
upheld 

Where  culture,  drama,  and  literature 
lived  on  the  reputation  of  another  day, 
music  adjusted  itself  to  the  life  of  the 
moment  and  proved  an  intrinsic  part  of 
San  Francisco's  1928  existence. 

Many  depressing  truths  were  forecast 
during  the  season  An  equal  number  of 
pleasant  trends  ot  the  tuture  were 
gleaned.  Opera,  concert,  recital,  sym- 
phony, choral  music,  and  radio  shed  the 
fetters  of  the  past  and  commenced  to 
embrace  the  doctrines  of  the  new  day. 
Or  is  it  too  maudlin  to  state  that  the 
season  of  1927-1928  has  proved  the 
dawn  of  a  new  era  in  the  musical  lite 
in  San  Francisco?  Is  this  too  common  a 
manner  to  state  the  simple  verity  that 
our  musical  life  is  progressing,  keeping 
astonishingly  abreast  of  the  times. 

The  Symphony  Orchestra,  nucleus  of 
our  hibernal  life  in  music,  deserves  the 
initial  consideration.  Under  Doctor 
Hertz's  more  than  able  baton,  another 
series  of  triumphs  were  realized.  And  yet, 
only  when  we  consider  the  shortcomings 
Attendance  was  not  always  up  to  the 
mark.  In  many  cases  the  lean  crowds 
were  to  be  deplored.  The  programs  were 
frequently  ill  selected  but  on  whom  does 
this  fault  lie?  No  one  but  ourselves.  We 
sacrificed  capacity  at  a  few  of  the  Cur- 
ran  Theatre  concerts  tor  tremendous 
outpourings  at  the  Civic  Auditorium 
series.  Music  became  popularized 

Many  maintain  that  the  large  gather- 
ings on  the  Civic  Centre  were  due  pri- 
marily to  the  presence  of  soloists.  Yet 
these  same  few  admit  that  when  such 
figures  as  Albert  Spalding,  Edward 
Johnson,  and  Ravel  appeared,  attend- 
ance remained  far  from  capacity  at  the 
Curran.  Here  is  a  strange  paradox  And 
a  pleasant  one.  It  pro\'ed  that  San  Fran- 
cisco was  becoming  conscious  of  music 
in  all  quarters.  An  admirable  evenness 
of  enthusiasm  was  noted 

Those  who  worked  throughout  the 
week  and  rested  on  Sunday  were  loath 
to  attend  matinees  They  preferred  their 
symphony  concerts  to  be  events  in  their 
lives.  These  musical  treats  warranted 
something  more  than  a  few  hours  in  a 
split  afternoon.    Mr.   and   Mrs.    Public 


demanded  their  music  as  the  big  thing 
in  their  day.  They  wanted  it  at  hours 
when  they  could  attend  and  take  it  seri- 
ously and  still  not  endanger  their  pocket 
books.  They  demanded  the  best  there 
is — and  still  more  strangely — they  real- 
ized their  dreams. 


INSTRUCTIONS  FOR  THE 
BURIAL   OF   AN  ASCETIC 

By  ChALLISS  SlLVAY 

yind  noiv  that  death,  outimtting  soul, 
Has  draivn  to  earth  this  brittle  crust 
And  remnant  of  the  crslivhile  zvholc. 
Let  him  luho,  living,  conquered  lust, 
Be  borne  udth  care  to  ivaiting  dust; 

Of  him  ivho  nursed  the  nervous  sparks 
Of  spirit  into  halloived  fire, 
JKlloiv  no  doubting  zvord  to  mark. 
This  passage  as  the  latent  sire 
Of  flesh  ivhich  yielded  to  desire; 

For  he  would  have  it  so,  this  death: 
Uncolored  by  the  thought  that  blood 
Was  ever  victor  or  that  breath 
Of  passion  had  usurped  the  mood 
Of  abstinence  and  rigid  good  .  .  . 


THIS  season  witnessed  an  interchange 
of  two  great  California  orchestras, 
resulting  in  an  electrifying  local  effect. 

Doctor  Hertz  deserves  to  be  con- 
gratulated. His  work  principally  has 
brought  our  orchestra  to  its  present  con- 
dition Consistant  in  its  brilliancy,  it  sel- 
dom flares  like  a  skyrocket,  to  explode 
into  thin  air.  The  orchestra  was  and  is 
ever  uppermost  in  the  Doctor's  mind. 
He  is  abroad  at  the  moment,  garnering 
ideas,  revisiting  the  scenes  of  his  former 
triumphs,  and  collecting  a  stimulus  with 
which  to  push  the  orchestra  into  a  higher 
position  next  year.  His  trip  augurs  well 
for  San  Francisco,  and  its  results  are  apt 
to  smother  a  sneering  minority. 

Dividing  solo  honors  throughout  the 
season.  Hertz  gave  his  men  much  oppor- 
tunity to  express  themselves.  And  with 
surprising  vigor  and  virtuosity,  they 
replied.  The  violin  section  becomes  a 
still  greater  joy  to  hear.  And  there  is 
Piastre,  Penha,  Fenster,  young  William 
Wolsku  and  dozens  ot  others  tor  whom 
to  be  thankful. 

The  concert  stage  senses  its  demise. 
Its  idiosyncrasies  and  uncertainties  will 
no  longer  be  tolerated.  A  prominent 
figure  in  the  musical  world  here  said  to 
me  only  last  week,  "The  concert  racket 
is  shot.','  Which  proves  incidentally,  that 
even  maestros  can  employ  the  latest 
slang  of  the  day  to  express  a  truth. 


ATi;.-\R  is  shed  as  one  recalls  the  dis- 
banding of  the  meritorious  Per- 
singcr  Quartet.  But  hope  is  reborn  with 
the  advent  ot  the  Abas  and  other  Cham- 
ber Music  Quartets  which  we  may  more 
selfishly  claim  as  our  own. 

Many  treats  are  promised  for  the 
opera  season.  Jeritza,  Rcthburg,  and 
Johnson.  "Salome,"  "The  King'sHench- 
man,  "  "Turandot,"  "La  Cena  Delle 
Beffe"  and  others.  Yes,  and  opera  en- 
joyed a  good  season  last  year.  What  a 
triumph  "Tristian  and  Isolde"  proved 
to  be.  The  lengthiest  and  most  difficult 
of  the  season  became  the  most  popular. 
Who  said  mediocrity' 

The  Chicago  Opera  Company  went 
to  Oakland  And  Oakland  went  to  the 
Chicago  Opera  Company.  The  third 
party  of  this  delightful  eternal  triangle 
was  the  music  loving  public  of  San 
Francisco.  And,  it  made  a  good  co- 
respondent. The  trial  was  brief,  lasting 
only  four  days.  Hosannas  filled  the  air. 
So  did  doubts.  Many  relished  the  offer- 
ings, some  enjoyed  a  few.  San  Francisco 
did  not  respond  so  completely.  What 
the  reasons  were,  few  can  tell  dispas- 
sionately. 

The  customary  rumours  forecast  an 
early  erection  of  the  Civic  Opera  House. 
Prayers  are  offered  that  these  may  be 
true.  Gone  then,  will  be  the  draughts 
and  hard  seats. 

A    new    opera    company    under    the 
baton  of  Arturo  Casiglia  has  reached  its 
adolescence.  One  more  season  and  then 
maturity.  Things  develop  swittly.  With  1 
this  organization  comes  the  prophecy  of 
a  permanent  opera  company.  One  which 
will  function  throughout  the  entire  year,  , 
becoming  part  of  the  city's  life  rather  ■; 
than  two  breathtaking  weeks  of  activity  ■* 
which  now  leaves  San  Franciscans  pantr 
ing  tor  eleven    months.    With  our  new 
opera  house,  the  musical  life  of  the  city 
will    become    more    organized.    More 
centralized.     More    concentrated.     The 
Italians  will  be  able  to  give  their  gala 
offerings.    The    long   heralded   German 
light  opera  company  can  revive  Strauss, 
Lehar,  Fall,  Kalman,  or  even  Jean  Gil- 
bert. The  French  Theatre  can  give  "Mas- 
cottc,"  on  the  Opera  Comique  scale.         ' 

T      T      T  j 

AND  San  Francisco  has  become  ; 
more  partially  inclined  to  its 
institutions.  We  now  have  Yehudi  Men- 
uhin  a  mere  mention  of  whom  thrills 
local  managers.  And  then  Ernest  Bloch. 
Local  music  lovers  adore  their  "Rienzi,' 
"Heldenlebcn,"  and  "Death  and  Trans- 
figuration," These  orchestral  blasts  are 

Continued  on  page  41 


MAY,  1928 


21 


De  FORREST 


Unlike  the  traditional  Locium-ar.  this  i/ounfl  actor  has  mioraled  from  out  of  the  East  into  the  West.  His  training  with  t/ie  Hedge- 

row  Players  under  Jasper  Deeter  qualified  him  for  the  brilliant  work  he  has  done  here  at  the 

Alcazar  Theatre  in  "Pigs"  and  in  the  current  "Take  Jig  Advice." 


22 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Lest  We  Forget 

The  Girl  Who  May  Wine  and  Dine  but  Who  Never  Never  Could  Mine 


Too  much  publicity  has  been  given 
the  mining  maidens  while  prac- 
tically nothing  at  all  has  been 
written  about  the  pining  maidens.  The 
modern  girl  is  claimed  to  be  a  gold- 
digger — that  terrible  huntress  whose 
weapons  arc  broad  hints  or  subtle  sighs, 
depending  on  whether  she  be  blonde  or 
brunette  —and  in  this  rash  generality, 
our  sociologists  have  ignored  completely 
the  existence  ot  the  modern  girl  who 
may  wine  and  dine  but  who  most  cer- 
tainly never  could  mine. 

Even  our  current  literature  leads  us 
astray.  The  miner  maiden  is  the  heroine 
ot  the  hour.  Be  she  the  garden  variety  ot 
peach  or  the  hothouse  \'aricty  ot  pome- 
granate,.her  story  is  the  tairy  tale  we  are 
given  to  read — the  old  Cinderella  legend 
improved  by  omission  ot  the  pumpkin 
and  the  mice.  For  Science  has  demon- 
strated that  no  motor-car,  returning  the 
victorious  gold-digger  to  her  lair,  could 
ever  turn  into  a  pumpkin  and  it  is  com- 
mon knowledge  that  mice  disappeared 
when  skirts  drew  up  out  ot  reach,  hlence 
the  new  story  is  better  than  the  old  and, 
therefore,  the  griet  of  those  maidens 
unskilled  in  mining  is  doubly  unbearable. 

It  is  high  time  we  learned  how  the 
other  halt  lives  and  grieves.  To  get  down 
to  vital  statistics — for  every  girl  born 
with  a  prospector's  pick  in  her  hand, 
there  are  two  born  empty-handed  It  is 
only  because  of  the  alluring  publicity 
given  the  prospectors  that  one  thinks  all 
girls  are  out  staking  their  claims  As 
usual,  the  shouting  minority  completely 
drowns  out  the  sobbing  majority. 

Testimony  notwithstanding,  the  fact 
remains  that  most  girls  cannot  gold-dig. 
They  may  be  blonde — the  preferable  pig- 
ment, they  may  even  be  named  Lorelei; 
but  they  would  swoon  in  their  tracks 
rather  than  give  away  to  their  escorts  by 
hint  or  sign  that  it  is  agony  to  walk  so 
briskly  by  a  candy  or  a  floral  shop.  And 
they  have  been  known  to  actually  run 
past  a  jeweller's  window  rather  than 
risk  the  suggestiveness  of  a  normal-gaited 
pace  by  the  diamonds. 

This  peculiar  timidity  is  a  mystery 
e\'cn  to  the  pining  maidens  themselves. 
The  text-book  on  mining  methods,  so 
recently  published  by  Miss  Loos,  has 
given  them  all  the  pointers.  From  the 
hrst  prospective  tapping  of  the  rock, 
down  to  the  final  sinking  of  the  shaft, 
they  are  acquainted  with  every  step  of 
the  procedure,  and  yet, — an  inability,  a 
spiritual  paralysis,  a  traumatic  seizure  or 
a  what-have-you — prevents  them  from 
shouldering  the  shovel  and  joining  the 
trek  to  the  new  Klondike. 


By  MARY  MADRIGAL 

ONE  of  these  strange  creatures  ot 
denial  is  Loretta,  who  rules  a  great 
suite  ot  offices  in  the  role  ot  private  secre- 
tary down  in  Montgomery  Street  Her 
Klondike  is  the  boss  who  calls  her  into 
his  office  a  dozen  times  daily  for  confer- 
ences which  have  nothing  to  do  with 
the  international  finance  he  represents 
Her  surx'cy  ot  the  mine  is  his  personal  file 
which  she  keeps  in  order — heartrending 
letters  from  needy  Nellies,  written  on 
tragic  violet  stationery,  and  bills  from 
purveyors  of  every  feminine  appurtenance 
hsting  the  charitable  gallantries  of  this 
kind-hearted  man  of  affairs,  Loretta 
knows  that  by  the  lift  of  one  handsome 
eyebrow  she  could  have  any  or  all  of 
these  things  The  boss  takes  her  out  often 
because  his  wife  is  in  a  sanatorium  and 
he  gets  lonely.  Out  ot  sheer  gratitude  tor 
her  good  comradeship,  he  is  anxious  to 
buy  her  something;  but  Loretta  is  an 
unusually  distinguished  looking  girl, 
with  singular  and  exquisite  tastes,  and 
he  feels  that  his  gift  must  be  of  an  unique 
and  original  character.  So  he  exhausts 
himself,  lying  in  wait  for  her  to  speak  a 
preference. 

Jewels,  rare  books,  objcts  d'art  are 
tossed  in  her  path  like  so  many  stumbling 
stones;  but  Loretta  circumnavigates  the 
temptations  without  even  looking  at 
them  and  the  frustrate  boss  goes  home  to 
curse  whilst  Loretta  goes  home  to  weep. 
Each  trip  through  the  bazaars  is  a  cruel 
Calvary  for  her  because  she  loves  all 
things  rare  and  beautiful.  But  she  will 
never  speak.  She  cannot  speak  Her  case 
verges  on  the  pathological. 

Flora  is  another  sacrificial  sister.  Her 
passion  is  the  theatre.  When  she  was  only 
a  casual  friend  of  the  dramatic  critic  on  a 
leading  newspaper,  she  accepted  theatre 
tickets  from  him  joyfully  and  saw  all  the 
plays.  Possibly  it  was  her  very  exuber- 
ance ot  acceptance  which  drew  him  to 
her;  but  now  that  she  has  him  securely  in 
tow  as  a  swain,  she  finds  it  a  physical 
impossibility  to  voice  the  words  which 
wouldsecureherthe desired  theatre  tickets. 

He,  like  most  persons  who  reach 
Paradise,  has  forgotten  the  road  which 
took  him  there  and  he  never  thinks  of 
offering  her  the  tickets  which  lie  about 
on  his  desk  in  such  common  clutter. 
Flora  has  missed  most  of  the  good  plays 
this  season  simply  because  she  is  not  the 
kind  of  girl  who  can  hint. 

When  the  new  theatre  season  com- 
mences, Flora  is  going  to  give  up  her 
swain,  for  she  has  come  to  the  bitter  con- 
clusion that  a  dramatic  critic  in  the  hand 
is  not  worth  two  theatre  tickets  in  the 
bush. 


IovE  and  the  assertiveness  born  of 
J  possession  ha\'C  nothing  to  do  with 
the  ability  to  dig.  It  is  either  there  or 
absent,  no  matter  how  assuring  th:  cir- 
cumstances. Take  the  case  of  Jaqueline 
who  recently  set  up  a  connubial  love- 
nest  on  Telegraph  Hill.  In  her  pre- 
nuptial  days,  Jaqueline  worried  intelli- 
gently over  her  inability  to  make  known 
her  little  lu.xury- wants;  but  she  com- 
forted herself  with  the  belief  that  mar- 
riage would  change  all  that. 

Jacqueline  is  very  sensitive  to  color 
and  her  husband  courted  and  won  her 
because  he  wore  a  mauve  necktie  that 
was  like  the  shadows  under  cypress  trees. 
There  was  none  other  like  it  in  all  of  San 
Francisco.  So  Jaqueline  married  .  .  . 
and  then  found  she  couldn't  even  stroke 
the  coveted  scarf  as  of  yore,  let  alone 
speak  of  it  in  connection  with  a  low- 
collared  shirtwaist  she  sometimes  wore. 

The  husband,  sensing  some  affinity 
between  his  ravishing  bride  and  his 
ravishing  tie,  wears  the  scarf  every  day 
because  it  brings  such  a  strangely  beauti- 
ful light  into  his  wife's  eyes.  Jaqueline 
haunts  the  haberdasheries  selecting  new 
neckties  which  niight  win  her  husband 
away  from  the  mauve  colored  one 
before  it  becomes  too  threadbare.  The 
husband  now  has  a  drawer  filled  with 
stunning  new  cravats  but  with  adorable 
bridegroom  sentiment  he  goes  on  wear- 
ing his  old  mauve  tie. 

Jaqueline  has  developed  lavender 
circles  under  her  eyes  and  her  dark  pupils 
seem  to  reflect  the  graveyard  green  of 
cypress  trees.  Naturally,  her  husband  is 
worried. 

Thus  they  are  to  be  found  in  all  walks 
life,  in  every  social  strata — these  mute 
ladies  whose  larynxes  are  not  formed  to 
say  the  words  "I  want."  They  pine,  while 
their  sisters  mine,  and  tor  the  many  who 
are  out  in  the  business  world,  there  is  the 
additional  griet  of  knowing  their  policy 
is  economically  unsound.  Nothing  that  is 
free  in  this  world  is  worth  much.  Even 
as  little  girls  they  learned  this  when  they 
sent  out  for  free  samples  of  tooth-paste. 
The  tiny  emaciated  tubes  they  received 
were  as  nothing  compared  to  the  fat 
squeezable  tubes  they  could  buy  in  a 
drug-store  for  twenty-five  cents.  Miser- 
ably they  understand  that  for  the  man, 
who  is  primarily  an  economic  animal, 
comradeship  which  costs  him  an  orchid 
or  a  box  of  Sherry's  candy  is  quite  a  bit 
more  valuable  than  that  which  costs  him 
a  bunch  of  sweet  peas  or  a  chocolate  bar. 

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23 


Steamer  Day  in  San  Franci.rca.  From  an  Old  Print 


Tin-Types 

William  T.  Coleman,  the  Greatest  of  the  Vigilantes 


IN  the  study  of  James  King  of  Wil- 
liam, which  appeared  in  the  Febru- 
ary issue  of  The  San  Franciscan, 
there  was  told  in  part  the  story  of  Wil- 
liam T.  Coleman  and  the  second  Vigi- 
lance Committee.  This  account,  though 
it  deals  with  vivid  days  in  the  early  life 
of  San  Francisco  does  not  quite  suffice 
to  paint  a  complete  picture  of  the  Vigi- 
lance Committees  and  Coleman's  con- 
nection with  them.  The  conditions 
which  led  to  the  formation  of  these 
organizations,  their  leaders  and  the  work 
they  accomplished  are  in  themselves  a 
study  worthy  of  more  detailed  exposi- 
tion than  was  possible  in  the  King  of 
William  article. 

Of  intimately  personal  data  regarding 
William  T.  Coleman  the  historians  of 
the  period  do  not  give  us  a  great  deal. 
Gertrude  Atherton  in  her  History  of 
California  relates  that  he  was  born  Feb- 
ruary, 1824,  in  Kentucky,  where  he 
worked  as  a  youth  on  an  uncle's  farm. 
By  his  own  efforts  Coleman  put  himself 
through  the  University  of  St.  Louis  and 
earned  a  Bachelor  of  Science  degree. 
Upon  completion  of  his  university 
course,  he  joined  the  overland  gold  rush 
to  California,  arriving  in  Sacramento  in 
August,  1S49. 

Coleman's  intentions  were  to  go  to 
the  mines,  but  he  quickly  observed  that 
all  the  gold  was  not  in  the  hills  and 
stream  beds,  and  forthwith  embarked 
upon  an  humbly  amusing  but  financially 
profitable  venture,  namely ;  the  making 
of  pies  from  favorite  recipes  of  his  Ken- 


By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

tucky  aunt.  The  pies  enjoyed  a  lively 
demand  on  the  part  of  pie  hungry  min- 
ers at  the  astounding  price  of  $10.00 
each.  However,  the  opportunistic  young 
pie  vendor  was  fated  for  higher  callings 
and  within  a  few  years  appeared  as  one 
of  the  leading  merchants  of  San  Fran- 
cisco. After  the  business  panic  of  1854 
and  '55,  of  which  there  will  be  more 
in  later  paragraphs,  Coleman  organized 
a  line  of  clipper  ships  to  ply  between 
New  York  and  San  Francisco,  primarily 
to  furnish  transportation  for  the  huge 
crops  of  grains  and  cereals. 

Thus,  in  the  business  life  of  the  grow- 
ing city,  Coleman  was  one  of  the  out- 
standing figures,  but  his  abilities  were 
never  confined  to  the  narrow  tracks  of 
commercialism.  He  lent  liberally  of  his 
mind,  talents  and  purse  to  every  civic 
movement  of  importance  in  his  day,  al- 
though he  would  never  consent  to  hold 
office.  He  is,  therefore,  marked  in  the 
history  of  the  city  not  merely  as  one  who 
headed  important  commercial  projects, 
but  rather  as  one  whose  life  and  name 
are  inseparably  bound  with  a  combina- 
tion of  social,  economic  and  financial 
adjustments,  such  as  few  men  have  been 
confronted  with  and  few  have  solved 
with  such  admirable  justice  and  straight- 
forward action. 

Examining  into  the  conditions  that 
prevailed  in  San  Francisco  during  and 
immediately  following  the  peak  of  the 
gold  rush  period,  we  find  a  truly  amaz- 
ing state  of  affairs.  Alongside  of  them 
even  the  current  classics  in  crime  and 


misdeeds  now  taking  place  in  Chicago  in 
connection  with  the  conduct  of  elections 
in  that  great  metropolis  of  the  Bible  belt 
are  anemic  and  wish-washy. 

▼     T     T 

THE  gold  rush  brought  to  California 
not  only  thousands  of  men  and 
women  of  unquestionable  integrity  and 
sterling  principles  who  were  not  above 
selling  pies  as  our  Mr.  Coleman  did  in 
the  pursuit  of  the  honest  dollar,  but  also 
equal  thousands  of  those  who  fatten 
upon  the  weakness,  the  vanity,  desire 
for  quick  gains,  loneliness,  greed,  stupid- 
ity and  cupidity  to  which  flesh  is  heir. 
Accordingly,  there  were  within  the 
city,  two  or  three  well  defined  criminal 
groups  and  colonies,  thoroughly  sea- 
soned in  the  brutalities  of  murder, 
thievery,  assault,  battery  and  arson. 
Notable  among  these  were  the  citizens 
of  Sidney  Cove,  located  at  Clark's  Point 
and  so  called  because  it  was  a  settlement 
largely  composed  of  British  convicts 
who  had  been  exiled  to  Australia  and 
from  there  had  been  free  to  make  their 
way  to  San  Francisco.  Besides  these  out 
and  out  law  breakers,  there  were  the 
hordes  of  those  of  more  subtly  suave 
and  sophisticated  tactics — the  shyster 
lawyers,  unscrupulous  politicians,  opera- 
tors of  gambling  houses  and  saloons  and 
their  lady  attaches  of  dubious  virtue, 
dishonest  promotors  of  real  estate,  min- 
ing and  stock  selling  schemes. 

Between  these  two  roughly  divided 
groups  of  undesirables  the  city  was  kept 

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25 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


WEDDINGS 

April  14.  Miss  Margaret  Power,  dausluer  ot  Mr, 
Charles  B.  Power,  to  l-'rank  Drum,  son  of  the  late  Mr, 
and  Mrs-  Frank  G   Drum,  tn  Helena,  Montana, 

April  14.  Miss  Olive  MiJdIeton  Watt,  daughter  of 
Mr  and  Mrs.  William  Watt,  to  Thomas  Hamilton 
Breeze.  Jr  .  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas  H.  Bree:e. 

April  14  Miss  Emilv  Hall,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs, 
William  Huhhard  Hall  of  Santa  Barbara,  to  Baron 
Maximillian  Hugo  Converse  Wilhelm  von  Romberg  of 
Weisbaden  Germany,  son  of  the  late  Captain  Baron 
von  Romberg  and  Mrs.  Richard  Wayne  of  Nice,  at  the 
Church  of  the  Transfiguration,  New  York, 

April  17,  Miss  Phyllis  Fay,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs, 
Philip  j  Fay,  to  Arthur  Stevenson,  son  of  Mr,  and  Mrs, 
William  M,  Stevenson,  in  San  Francisco. 

April  23,  Miss  Catherine  Dunn,  daughter  of  Mrs. 
H.  P.  Dunn  to  Arthur  Rau.  son  of  Mrs.  J.  Rau  of 
London,  in  Oakland. 

May  18,  Miss  Mary  Bernice  Moore,  daughter  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs  C.  C.  Moore,  to  Lieutenant  Edward  J .  Moran. 
in  San  F^rancisco. 

Mav  19  Miss  Ruth  Mary  Davis,  daughter  of  Judge 
and  Mrs.  John  F.  Davis,  to  Walter  Paul  Busher,  son  of 
Mr.  Lawrence  Busher,  in  San  Francisco. 

June  ;  Miss  Muriel  Johnston,  daughter  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs  James  A.  Johnston,  of  Ross,  to  Albert  Rowland 
Chapman,  at  St  Johns  Episcopal  Church,  in  Ross. 

June  <5.  Miss  Agnes  von  Adelung,  daughter  of  Dr.  and 
Mrs  Edward  von  Adelung  to  Charles  A  Noble  J  r^  son 
of  Mr  and  Mrs  Charles  A.  Noble,  at  St.  Paul  s  Epis- 
copal Church,  Oakland. 

June  2b.  Miss  Lucy  Anderson,  daughter  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs  Thomas  Helm  Anderson,  to  Stanley  Stillman.  son 
of  Cir  and  Mrs,  Stanley  Stillman,  in  San  Francisco. 


ENGAGEMENTS 

BURMISTER-ARMSBY.  Miss  Louise  Burmister, 
daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Robert  B.  Burmister  of  San 
Francisco,  to  Jeffrey  Kendall  Armsby.  son  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  James  K   Armsby  of  Ross. 

BURNS-HAMMERSMITH.  Miss  Dorothy  Burns, 
daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Paul  M  Burns  of  San  Fran- 
cisco and  Pebble  Beach,  to  Alfred  S.  Hammersmith  Jr  . 
son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alfred  S.  Hammersmith  of  ban 
Francisco. 

LONG-WILSON.  Miss  Nettie  Sexton  Long,  daugh- 
ter of  Mr.  and  Mrs  Percy  Vincent  Long  of  San  Fran- 
cisco, to  Stokeley  Wilson,  son  of  the  late  Dr.  and  Mrs. 
Frank  P,  Wilson  of  San  Francisco 

PARTRIDGE-PEARCE.  Miss  Muriel  Partridge, 
daughter  of  the  late  Mr.  E.  B  Partridge  and  of  Mrs^ 
E.  B,  Partridge  of  San  Francisco,  to  Ralph  Edward 
Pearce.  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  C.  Pearce  of  Spring 
Lake.  New  Jersey. 

Weir-Tilden.  Miss  Eleanor  Whittier  Weir,  daughter 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Boyd  Weir  of  San  Francisco 
and  Menlo  Park,  to  Heber  Voorman  Tilden,  son  of  Mrs 
George  Forderer  and  the  late  Mr.  Heber  Tilden  of  San 
Francisco. 


BIRTHS 

FULLER.  In  San  Francisco,  March  1^!,  to  Mr  and 
Mrs  Dana  Fuller  (Maxine  Miller)  a  son,  Dana  Fuller. 
Jr. 

McLAREN.  In  San  Francisco,  March  27,  to  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Richard  Ashe  McLaren  (Evelyn  Poett),  a  daugh- 
ter, Leslie, 

ROSEKRANS  In  Napa,  March  27,  to  Mr,  and  Mrs. 
John  Newton  Rosekrans  (Alma  Spreckels),  a  son. 


VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Marshall  Garland  of  Los  Angeles,  enter- 
tained at  dinner  during  Easter  Week  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Kenneth  Monteagle  at  the  Monteagle  house  at  Pebble 
Beach. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walter  Scott  Hobart,  Jr.  (Helen  Au- 
brey Thomas) .  guests  of  honor  at  a  dinner  given  by  Miss 
Florence  Loomis  at  the  Frank  B.  Loomis  house  in 
Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Borden  of  Chicago,  dinner  guests 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stewart  Lowery  at  their  apartments 
on  Powell  street. 

General  James  G.  Harbord,  U.  S.  A.,  guest  of  honor 
at  a  Sunday  luncheon  given  by  Mr,  and  Mrs.  Piatt  Kent 
at  their  home  in  San  Mateo. 

Former  Governor  and  Mrs.  Horace  White  of  New 
York,  entertained  at  dinner  on  April  11  by  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Alexander  Hamilton  on  Washington  street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Moseley  Taylor  (Emily  Pope)  of  Bos- 
ton, honor  guests  at  a  futuristic.  Oriental  dinner  dance 
given  at  the  San  Francisco  Golf  and  Country  Club  by 
Mr  and  Mrs.  Horace  D.  Pillsbury, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  Cheney  of  Portland,  week-end 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Walker  Kamm  of  Burlingame, 
and  also  entertained  at  Del  Monte  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Peter  Cooper  Bryce  of  New  York. 


Miss  Blanche  Green  of  Philadelphia,  niece  and  guest 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs  Spencer  Grant,  guest  of  honor  at  a 
luncheon  given  at  the  Francisca  Club  by  Mrs.  Grant 
on  April  1 1 . 

Mrs.  Arthur  Curtiss  James  of  New  York,  entertained 
at  luncheon  by  Miss  Johanna  Volkmann  at  the  Wo- 
man's Athletic  Club.  Among  the  guests,  Mrs.  William 
H.  Crocker,  Mrs  C  O  G  Miller,  Mrs  Louis  Mont- 
eagle, Mrs.  William  B.  Bourn  and  Mrs  Philip  E  Bowles. 

Miss  Olive  Lake,  the  fiancee  of  Mr,  Albert  Drown 
Boardman,  entertained  at  the  home  of  her  mother,  Mrs. 
Edna  Scott  Lake  in  Ross,  in  honor  of  one  of  the  brides- 
elect.  Miss  Lake  and  her  mother  shortly  after  left  for 
Schenectady.  New  York. 

Honoring  Mrs.  Einer  Hanson  of  Hartford.  Connecti- 
cut, a  house  guest  for  several  weeks  of  Mrs  Edward  O. 
Pringle.  Mrs  Ralston  Page  entertained  with  a  tea  at 
her  home  on  Pacific  Avenue.  Among  the  guests.  Mrs 
Ralph  Cebrian.  Mrs.  Ashlield  Stow,  Mrs  William 
Ekiwes,  Mrs.  Howard  Fleming,  Mrs.  George  Pinckard 
and  Mrs  Gloucester  Willis. 

Miss  Cynthia  Bovd,  whose  marriage  to  Mr.  Jack 
Hollister  of  Santa  Barbara  will  be  an  important  event 
of  the  summer,  was  guest  of  honor  at  a  tea  that  Miss 
Virginia  Phillips,  the  daughter  of  Mrs  Grattan  Phillips, 
gave  at  her  home.  Miss  Phyllis  Fay,  whose  marriage  to 
Mr.  Arthur  Stevenson  took  place  a  few  days  later,  and 
Miss  Kathleen  Musto,  who  will  become  the  bride  of 
Dr  E.  J.  Morrisey  in  June,  shared  the  honors  with 
Miss  Boyd. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  John  Borden  of  Chicago,  honored  at 
dinner  by  Mr  and  Mrs  Stewart  Lowery  at  their  Powell 
street  apartment  early  in  the  month. 

Mrs.  Arthur  Curtiss  James  of  New  York  and  Mrs. 
Lewis  Edward  Hanchett,  honored  at  a  luncheon  at  the 
Town  and  Country  Club  Among  the  guests,  Mrs. 
Joseph  D  Grant,  Mrs  Charles  N  Felton,  Mrs,  Horace 
D.  Pillsbury,  Mrs  Louis  F.  Monteagle,  Mrs  J.  Downey 
Harvey,  Mrs.  William  Devereaux,  Miss  Emily  Carolan 
and  Miss  Caldwell  of  New  York. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Brewster  Stevens  of  Green- 
wich. Connecticut,  on  a  trip  around  the  world,  guests  of 
Mrs.  Stevens'  mother,  Mrs  Eugene  Freeman,  in  San 
Francisco.  Traveling  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stevens  are 
the  Count  and  Countess  de  Fontanar  of  Madrid.  Guests 
at  a  luncheon  given  by  Mrs  Freeman  at  the  Francisca 
Club  for  Mrs  Stevens  included  Mrs,  Covington  Pringle, 
Mrs.  Jerome  Politzer,  Mrs  Voorhies  Bishop,  Mrs  Roy 
Somers,  Mrs,  William  Devereaux,  and  Mrs.  Lewis 
Luckenback. 


HERE  AND  THERE 

Mr  and  Mrs  Frederick  W  McNear  entertained  at 
their  apartments  at  the  Hotel  Mark  Hopkins  recently. 
Their  guests  included  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Clifford  Weater- 
wa.x.  Dr.  and  Mrs  Max  Rothchild,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Robert  Henderson,  Mr.  and  Mrs  William  P.  Roth, 
Mrs.  Charles  McCormick  and  the  Messrs.  Templeton 
Cnjcker,  Roger  Lapham  and  George  Carter,  the  latter 
of  Honolulu. 

At  the  Burlingame  Country  Club  Mr.  and  Mrs 
Robert  Hays  Smith  gave  a  large  luncheon  in  honor  of 
Mrs  Mountford  S.  Wilson.  Forty  guests  were  enter- 
tained, including  Mrs  Kit  Wellman  of  New  York,  a 
house  guest  of  Mr  and  Mrs.  Smith.  Mrs.  Alexander 
Hamilton  and  Mrs  Samuel  Knight  also  gave  parties 
for  ts4rs.  Wilson  who  will  spend  the  summer  abroad. 

In  honor  of  Miss  Patricia  Clark,  daughter  of  Mrs. 
Tobin  Clark  of  San  Mateo,  Mr  William  Tevis  J  r  enter- 
tained at  lunch  at  the  Devonshire  Country  Club  where 
his  guests  included  the  Misses  Patricia,  Agnes  and  Mary 
Clark  and  the  Messrs.  George  and  John  Talbot,  Jr  , 
George  Newhall,  Jr  Miss  Patricia  Clark  is  on  a  brief 
visit  home  from  Oxford  where  she  is  studying  literature. 

Miss  Dorothy  Burns,  the  fiancee  of  Alfred  S  Ham- 
mersmith Jr,  and  Miss  Eleanor  Weir,  who  is  to  marry 
Mr  Heber  Tilden,  were  honor  guests  at  a  dinner  given 
by  Miss  Grace  Hamilton,  previous  to  her  departure  for 
Europe  with  her  mother,  Mrs   Alexander  Hamilton 

Dr  and  Mrs  John  A  Sperry  gave  an  Italian  dinner 
party,  a  costume  affair,  at  their  home  on  Green  street, 
to  celebrate  the  fifteenth  anniversary  of  their  wedding 

Mr.  and  Mrs  John  Boyden  (Margaret  Buckbee) 
observed  the  fifth  anniversary  of  their  wedding  with  a 
dinner  dance  at  Tait's-at-the-Beach. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Count  and  Countess  Degenard  von  Wurmbrand 
(Lawton  Filer)  were  recent  visitors  at  Palm  Springs 
where  they  were  entertained  by  Mr,  and  Mrs.  John 
Borden  of  Chicago,  Later  they  went  to  Santa  Barbara 
and  spent  a  fortnight  at  the  Biltmore. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Richard  Heimann  were  also  guests  at 
the  Santa  Barbara  Biltmore  during  April. 

Miss  Jean  Boyd  and  Miss  Barbara  Donohoe  passed  a 
week-end  in  Santa  Barbara,  attending  a  meeting  of  the 
Santa  Barbara  Garden  Club.  They  made  a  tour  of  the 
beautiful  gardens  of  the  Montecito  district. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  frying  Lundborg  and  their  daughter. 
Miss  Helene  Lundborg,  were  Santa  Barbara  visitors, 
and  Miss  Dorcas  Jackson  was  one  of  their  party. 


Mr  and  Mrs  Mark  L.  McDonald  motored  to  South- 
ern California  for  two  weeks,  visiting  Santa  Barbara, 
Coronadtj  and  Palm  Springs.  Miss  Marcia  McDonald 
prolonged  her  stay  in  Southern  California, 

Mrs.  Vincent  K.  Butler  Jr.  and  her  sister.  Miss  Alice 
Hanchett,  passed  several  weeks  at  O^ronado, 

The  Consul  General  for  Denmark,  Mr  Fin  Lund,  and 
Mrs.  Lund  were  in  Southern  Califcjrnia  for  two  weeks, 
most  of  the  time  being  spent  with  Prince  and  Princess 
Eric  of  Denmark,  who  have  a  ranch  at  Arcadia. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Alfred  D  Hendrickson  were  visitors  at 
the  Santa  Barbara  Eiiltmore  recently.  Mrs.  Hendrick- 
son has  engaged  a  cottage  at  Montecito  for  the  summer. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  John  D  Breckenridge.  who  have  been 
making  an  extensive  honeymoon  trip,  spent  Easter  at 
Miramar  in  Santa  Barbara  On  their  return  North  they 
were  the  guests  for  a  few  days  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George 
Harry  Mendell  Jr  in  Los  Gatos.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Brecken- 
ridge will  live  in  England. 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  John  G.  Johnson  spent  several  weeks 
in  Los  Angeles  where  their  son  and  daughter-in-law. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rowland  Johnson,  make  their  home. 

Mrs.  Ernest  Folger  was  in  Hollywood  recently,  the 
guest  of  her  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Cyril  McNear. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Clift  Lundborg  spent  some  time  at 
Coronado  Beach  and  en  route  North  were  in  Holly- 
wood for  a  few  days,  the  guests  of  Mr  and  Mrs.  Philip 
Hurn. 

El  Mirasol  in  Santa  Barbara  attracted  many  during 
the  month  of  April.  Among  the  sojourners  there  were 
Miss  Helen  Chesebrough  of  San  Mateo.  Mr.  and  Mrs 
Latham  McMullin,  Mrs  George  Lent,  Mrs,  Frances 
Clift  Donahue  and  Mrs  D.  Armstrong-Taylor. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  NEW  YORK 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Curtis  Hutton  (Sophia  Brownell)  are 
now  permanently  established  in  New  ^'ork  and  have 
taken  apartments  at  the  Park  Lane  on  Park  Avenue 

Mrs.  Dunn  Dutton  will  pass  the  month  of  May  in 
Baltimore  arid  New  York.  In  New  York  she  will  make 
her  home  at  the  Plaza. 

Mr.  arid  Mrs.  Browning  Smith  are  spending  two 
months  in  New  Y'ork  and  Virginia. 

Miss  Mary  Emma  Flood  was  on  one  of  the  com- 
mittees for  the  Rainbow  Ball,  held  in  New  York  on 
April  21.  Miss  Flood  shared  her  committee  duties  with 
ts^iss  Mary  Auchincloss.  Miss  Aurelia  Murchison.  Miss 
Ruth  Ledyard.  Miss  Evelyn  Fahnestock  and  several 
more  of  New  York's  leading  debutantes. 

Henry  Cowell,  the  California  pianist,  is  being  warmly 
received  in  the  East.  He  was  one  of  the  artists  at  a 
musicale  arranged  recently  by  Mrs.  Charles  Seacombe 
and  the  list  of  those  present  includes  the  leading  names 
of  New  York's  Social  Register. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Charles  Crocker  enjoyed  a  visit  to  New 
York  recently  and  took  part  in  the  Easter  festivities. 
Mr.  Crocker's  brother-in-law  and  sister,  Mr  and  Mrs. 
Henry  Potter  Russell  are  established  in  their  Park  Lane 
apartment  after  passing  several  delightful  weeks  in 
Burlingame  and  Pebble  Beach. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Paul  Felix  Warburg  (Jean  Stettheimer) 
were  in  the  wedding  party  of  Miss  Jean  Ickleheimer  and 
Donald  Stralem,  who  were  married  at  Sherry's  early  in 
April.  Miss  Dorothy  Duveen,  daughter  of  the  famous 
art  collector.  Sir  Joseph  Duveen  and  Lady  Duveen, 
also  entertained  for  the  couple  prior  to  their  wedding. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Oscar  Cooper  gave  a  dancing  party  in 
New  York  recently  for  thei  r  daughter.  Miss  J  ane  Cooper. 

Mrs.  Tobin  Clark  was  in  New  York  for  some  time 
with  her  two  younger  daughters,  awaiting  the  arrival  of 
Miss  Patricia  Clark  from  England. 

Mrs.  Clement  Tobin,  another  Burlingame  residents 
has  spent  the  spring  season  in  New  Y'ork  where  she  ha, 
been  entertaining  extensively. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  P.  McNear  of  Petaluma.  spent 
a  short  time  in  New  York  and  are  sailing  for  the  Conti- 
nent on  May  5. 

Among  the  Californians  who  attended  the  dinner 
dance  given  recently  by  Mrs.  Winslow  Bixby  were  Mrs. 
Adolph  Spreckels,  Mr.  Jerome  Landfield  and  Mr,  and 
N4rs,  Lawrence  Tibbett, 

The  Honorable  Richard  M,  Tobin,  Minister  to  The 
Hague,  sailed  from  New  York  a  few  weeks  ago.  after 
passing  some  time  in  New  York  and  in  California,  where 
he  attended  the  wedding  of  his  niece.  Miss  Madeleine 
Raoul-Duval  to  Mr,  Grant  Black.  Mrs.  Claus  Augustus 
Spreckels  sailed  for  Europe  on  the  same  boat  with  the 
Netherlands  Minister. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  A.  B.  C.  Dohrmann  and  their  daughter. 
Miss  Edith  Dohrmann.  spent  some  pleasant  weeks  in 
New  York  prior  to  sailing  for  Europe  the  latter  part  of 
April. 

T     ▼     T 

SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Dr.  and  Mrs.  Mark  Gerstle  and  Dr.  Joseph  M.  Me- 
herin  have  been  visitors  in  London  during  the  early 
part  of  April. 

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26 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCA^ii 


Untrue  To  Type 


In  Which  Wc  Review  the  Case  of  An  Unworshipped  Hero 

ih  ROBIN  McDowell 


A  YOi^NC.  American    -  modest,  retir- 

/■A  ing,  cultured,  kind  ot  reading, 
JL  v.  eager  tor  intellectual  compan- 
ionship —  a  red-blooded  man  whose 
worst  vice  is  his  preference  of  isn'(  for 
ain't — and,  with  all  that,  a  man  who 
has  won  the  world's  highest  honors  in 
his  profession,  the  mere  pursuit  of  which 
is  generally  regarded  as  a  well  considered 
bid  for  American  popular  (avor. 

But  this  man  wears  the  official  crown 
unaccompanied  by  the  laurels  ot  public 
adoration  Andsogrosshas been  America's 
breach  ot  hero-worship  etiquette  that 
we  ha\e  set  ourselves  to  investigate  the 
situation — to  indite  the  "hero"  himself 
if  the  fault  be  his,  or  to  chide  the  public 
if  it  be  possible  that  it  has  betrayed  itself 
by  faulty  judgment. 

Lindbergh  is  not  censured  because  he 
prefers  not  to  indulge  in  petty  vices. 

Bobby  Jones  is  not  criticized  because 
he  uses  correct  English 

Douglas  Fairbanks  is  not  looked 
askance  when  he  entertains  royalty  or 
courts  the  otherwise  elite. 

But  Gene  Tunney,  twice  crowned 
champion  of  the  sport  voted  the  world's 
most  popularby  single  event  gate  receipts, 
is  ignored  by  hero  worshippers  because  he 
insists  on  being  a  gentleman  as  well  as  a 
boxer. 

Gene  Tunney  has  done  more  spectacu- 
lar things  in  an  offhand  manner  than  any 
pugilist  in  the  game  today,  but  fans  for- 
get this  in  remembering  his  attempts  to 
cultivate  faultless  diction 

Tunney  knocked  out  Tommy  Gib- 
bons, one  of  the  ring's  cleverest  defensive 
boxers,  a  trick  that  his  predecessor,  Demp- 
sey,  failed  to  do,  vet,  because  he  does  not 
drink  from  his  tingerbowl  or  unbutton 
his  vest  at  the  table,  the  champion  is 
called  "punchless  " 

He  has  given  away  a  small  fortune  to 
genuinely  worthy  charities  but,  because 
he  refused  to  let  the  fact  be  broadcast  by 
publicity  agents,  Tunney  is  called  a  tight- 
wad and  attention  is  called  to  his  canny 
dickering  for  match  terms  and  his  shrewd 
outwitting  of  one  Boo-Hoo  Goff'  a  day 
before  the  battle  of  the  Sesquicentennial. 

Sport  fans  forget  the  facts  of  Tunney 's 
accomplishments  in  the  face  of  their  ob- 
servation of  his  private  life  because  their 
champion  has  disappointed  them. 

Just  how  keen  this  disappointment  is 
can  be  seen  readily  enough  on  a  review 
of  the  situation 


THE  pubhc,  after  all,  has  a  right,  has 
It  not,  to  a  hero  that  is  at  least  logi- 
cal. John  Jones  and  Jim  Dough  may  be 


illogical  if  they  want  to  because  their 
lives  arc  their  own,  or  their  wives',  at 
least  the  public  doesn't  have  to  be  con- 
cerned with  them  But  a  hero  is  a  hero 
And  even  in  these  days  when  heroes  are 
developed  with  comparative  ease  by  a 
radio,  newspaper  and  moving  picture 
stimulated  public,  they  are  still  rare 


GENE  TUNNEY 

enough  to  bear  a  certain  responsibility 
toward  public  opinion. 

Helen  Wills  never  disappoints  her  pub- 
lic by  displaying  any  emotion  inimical  to 
her  reputation  as  "poker  face."  Even 
when  vacationing,  President  Coolidgc 
never  forgets  his  duty  toward  upholding 
the  New  England  characteristics  with 
which  he  is  labeled  by  the  populace. 
Edison  never  disappoints  his  public  by 
sleeping  more  than  four  hours.  Even  one 
so  inexperienced  in  the  art  ot  being  wor- 
shipped as  Giannini  at  least  sustains  the 
public's  idea  of  his  beneficence. 

But  Tunney  refuses  to  take  seriously 
his  responsibility  of  providing  America 
with  a  consistent  hero.  And  it  is  this  in- 
considerate attitude  which  has  damned 
him  with  that  deathly  damnation  of 
public  apathy  that  is  worse  than  hatred 
which  at  least  has  a  substantial  value  at 
the  gate. 

And  Tunney  should  have  known  bet- 
ter. Does  he  not  go  to  the  movies?  Does 
he  not  read  the  magazines  and  news- 
papers? Does  he  not  surely  know  that 
"prize  fighters"  are  "great  big  diamonds 
in  the  rough?"  Does  he  not  know  that 
they  are  supposed  to  have  the  "killer" 
instinct  evident  in  all  press  photographs? 
Does  he  not  know  that  they  are  "heroes 
of  the  people"  and  as  such  should  thrill 


the  sports  feature  readers  with  picturesqw 
bravado  or  braggadocio,  with  indiscreei 
but  forgivable  drinking  bouts,  with  prim' 
itivc  display  ot  emotions,  with  senti- 
mental moonings  over  home  and  mother;! 
Of  course  he  knew  all  this.  Yet  he  ha;; 
insisted  on  behaving  like  a  gentleman  1 

▼  ▼    T 

HE  ARRIVED  at  his  last  great  bout  witl- 
Dempsey  via  airplane  only  a  few 
hours  before  the  sounding  ot  the  gong 
He  was  a  self-contained,  well-controlled 
individual  whose  calmness  testified  fot 
his  self-mastery.  He  knew  perfectly  well 
that  a  challenged  champion  should  radi-j 
ate  the  restlessness  of  a  caged  tiger  await-i' 
ing  a  meal  but  he  deliberately  cheated 
his  public.  With  full  knowledge  of  their 
expectations,  he  refused  to  give  way  to 
the  hysterical  emotion  of  the  moment. 

Undoubtedly  Tunney  knows  that  merv 
of  his  profession  are  popularly  believed' 
to  have  literary  preferences  no  higher 
than  the  Police  Gazette,  yet  he  does  not 
even  blush  when  admitting  a  familiarity 
with  Shakespeare. 

He  must  know  that  ninety-five  Amer- 
icans out  ot  a  hundred  expect  one  in  his 
position  to  relish  the  society  of  chorus 
girls  and  bootleggers,  yet  he  continues  to 
accept  invitations  to  dinners  and  recep- 
tions given  by  the  recognized  socially 
elite.  And  he  does  not  attend  these  affairs 
as  an  outsider,  but  plays  his  part  as! 
though  to  the  manner  born. 

Even  Tunney 's  charities  are  not  done 
with  the  expected  flourish  of  a  five  or; 
ten  dollar  bill  pressed  in  the  hand  of  a 
seedy  individual  and  the  prescribed  hom- 
ily uttered  in  a  loud  voice. 

▼  T    ▼ 

THUS  the  case  resolves  itself  into  a 
clear  indictment  of  the  champion, 
surely  the  public  is  not  to  blame  if 
Tunney  fails  to  take  advantage  of  pre- 
cedents, if  he  ignores  standards  laid  down 
for  the  type  of  hero  he  has  chosen  to  be 
Had  Tunney  taken  up  tennis,  golf, 
swimming  or  the  movies,  the  public 
would  have  understood  his  desire  to  be  a 
gentleman;  but  since  he  has  chosen  his 
profession,  the  least  he  could  have  done 
was  to  live  down  to  people's  conception 
of  pugilistic  champions 

As  it  is,  having  attained  pugilistic 
eminence,  having  proved  that  he  intends 
to  retain  the  title,  and  also  having  stuck 
by  his  determination  to  be  a  gentleman, 
we  fear  that  he  will  have  to  take  his 
medicine  with  gentlemanly  resignation 
and  bow  his  head  to  receive  the  decision 
that  he  is  convicted  of  the  heineous  sin 
of  running  untrue  to  type. 


MAY,   1928 


27 


A  New  Trust  Idea 

The  Fixed  or  Non-Discretionary  Form  of  Investment  Trust 


DLiRiNG  the  past  tew  years  the  at- 
tention of  the  American  investor 
has  been  directed  towards  what 
to  him  is  a  comparatively  new  type  of 
security.  Reference  is  here  made  to  In- 
vestment Trusts,  both  discretionary  and 
non-discretionary,  in  all  of  their  various 
types,  forms  and  ramifications. 

The  fi.xed  or  non -discretionary  trust 
form  may  be  defined  as  holdings  of 
specified  securities  by  one  or  more 
trustees  for  the  benefit  of  the  holders  of 
shares  or  certificates,  all  subject  to  the 
terms  and  conditions  ot  a  trust  agree- 
ment. To  put  it  in  another  way,  it  is 
merely  a  group  ownership  of  securities 
diversified  in  character  and  represented 
by  certificates  in  bearer  form  or  registered 
in  the  name  of  the  owner.  Each  such 
certificate  represents  a  participating  in- 
terest in  a  unit  of  specified  securities 
which  are  held  in  trust  by  a  designated 
trustee  or  trustees. 

The  most  successful  non-discretionary 
form  of  trust  today  is  that  in  which 
underlying  securities  are  composed  of 
common  stocks  representing  the  leading 
and  foremost  enterprises  in  the  country. 
Few  of  us  are  able  to  hold  securities  of 
25,  50  or  100  different  organizations, 
but  the  investment  trust  provides  a 
means  for  this  end. 

▼      ▼      T 

EXPERIENCE  and  statistics  tend  to  in- 
dicate that  group  holdings  of  rep- 
resentative common  stocks  purchased 
today  and  held  for  a  period  of  years  will 
show  a  tremendous  appreciation  in  value 
and  investment  return. 

The  progress,  prosperity  and  economic 
condition  of  a  nation  is  no  greater  or 
different  than  the  individual  prosperity 
or  condition  of  a  group  of  representative 
and  diviersified  industrial  organizations 
operating  within  that  political  unit. 

During  times  of  panic  or  depression 
it  has  been  found  that  certain  of  such 
companies  will  continue  to  prosper  and 
that  during  periods  of  normal  growth 
or  development,  practically  all  will 
prosper  and  build  soundly  for  the  future. 

To  perhaps  better  indicate  the  truth 
of  this  last  statement,  we  can  take  cer- 
tain figures  which  have  been  compiled 
showing  the  regular  and  extra  dividends 
paid  on  30  of  the  leading  common 
stocks  during  the  last  23  year  period. 

This  period  includes  the  panic  ot 
1907;  the  period  of  industrial  expansion 
and  trust  formation  and  disintegration 
up  to  1912;  the  European  War  boom  of 
1916-1920  and  subsequent  severe  reac- 
tion in  1921-1922.  During  this  time  an 


B^JOHNH.  OUHRING 

average  of  3  or  more  of  these  30  com- 
panies declared  an  "extra"  in  some  form 
or  other  every  year.  The  number  of  such 
extras  were  not  less  than  2  in  1905  to  a 
high  of  i6  in  1927. 

T     »     T 

IN  1912  Professor  Irving  Fisher  of  Yale 
University  pointed  out  the  fact  that  a 
list  of  American  common  stocks  selected 
without  the  application  of  practical  in- 
vestment intelligence  or  skill,  if  pur- 
chased and  held  as  a  group,  would  over 
a  period  of  years,  give  a  high  average  in- 
vestment return  and  show  an  apprecia- 
tion in  principal.  This,  notwithstanding 
certain  losses  of  principal  or  earning 
power  in  some  stocks  included  in  the 
original  group. 

Naturally,  such  a  group  had  to  con- 
tain stocks  of  companies  that  were  more 
or  less  basic  in  character  and  which 
might  be  termed  investment  stocks. 

The  explanation  of  this  finding  is 
that  common  stocks  as  a  group  benefit 
from  the  policy  of  good  management 
in  "plowing  back"  a  portion  of  earnings 
through  addition  to  surplus. 

Inasmuch  as  the  return  from  common 
stocks  is  in  the  nature  of  a  wage,  and 
increases  as  the  cost  of  living  or  com- 
modity prices  increase,  the  reaction  from 
above  is  indicated  in  the  increase  in  the 
market  value  of  such  common  stocks. 

Since  Professor  Fisher's  original  state- 
ment to  this  effect,  a  series  of  tests  by 
other  economists  have  borne  out  and 
strengthened  his  findings. 

The  non-discretionary  type  of  invest- 
ment trust  is  an  Americanized  adaption 
of  the  English  plan  of  balanced  diversi- 
fication and  was  first  suggested  as  a  re- 
sult of  the  studies  of  the  dividend  returns 
from  common  stocks  above  mentioned. 

Many  criticisms  have  been  directed 
at  the  non-discretionary  form  of  trust 
for  the  reason  that  it  does  not  and  can 
not  take  advantage  of  market  situations 
thereby  buying  when  stocks  are  cheap, 
selling  when  stocks  are  high,  and  thus 
enabling  the  investor  in  the  trust  to  take 
advantage  ot  market  fluctuations. 


NON-DISCRETIONARY  ttUStS,  howeVCt, 
pin  their  faith  upon  the  theory 
that  an  investment  ot  a  diversified  group 
will  always  tend  to  move  forward.  The 
group  will,  ot  course,  be  influenced  by 
market  fluctuations,  but  the  curve  or 
trend  of  the  unit  extended  over  a  period 
of  time  will  always  have  an  upward 
movement. 

In  the  fixed  or  non-discretionary  type, 
a    group  of    balanced    and    diversified 


common  stocks  arc  deposited  with  an 
independent  trustee.  Certificates  or  par- 
ticipating shares,  the  total  value  of 
which  are  equal  to  the  value  of  deposited 
stocks,  are  then  issued. 

The  trust  agreement  usually  provides 
that  the  entire  return  on  the  deposited 
stocks  will  be  paid  to  the  trustee  and  by 
him  distributed  at  certain  intervals  to 
holders  of  certificates  or  shares,  less  a 
certain  designated  cost  for  maintenance 
of  the  trust. 

No  substitution  or  change  can  be  made 
in  the  underlying  security  or  deposited 
stocks,  nor  can  discretionary  powers  be 
vested  either  with  the  trustee  or  the 
shareholders.  As  a  result,  the  investor 
knows  exactly  the  stocks  in  which  he  has 
a  participating  interest. 

This  rigid  non-discretionary  quality 
accordingly  gives  the  trust  an  aspect,  to 
a  certain  degree,  ot  a  first  mortgage  bond 
secured  by  mortgages  on  several  specific 
properties.  In  either  instance  the  under- 
lying security  cannot  be  substituted 
notwithstanding  a  certain  increase  or 
shrinkage  in  the  value  of  part  of  the 
security.  The  investor  in  both  instances 
is  protected  by  the  diversification  of  the 
underlying  security. 

▼      T      T 

IN  THE  establishment  and  maintenance 
of  either  a  discretionary  or  non- 
discretionary  form  ot  trust  much  is  de- 
pendent upon  competent  supervision  and 
management.  This  is  particularly  true 
of  the  former  type  due  to  the  power  of 
substitution  that  is  vested  in  the  man- 
agenient. 

In  other  words,  the  chief  difference  in 
the  operation  of  the  two  types  is  that 
one  involves  the  human  factor  to  a  cer- 
tain extent,  whereas  the  other  is  self- 
operating  and  practically  automatic. 

The  non-discretionary  or  fi.xed  type  of 
investment  trust  is  growing  in  popular- 
ity in  direct  ratio  to  the  general  recogni- 
tion of  its  inherent  and  fundainental 
soundness.  Its  one  acknowledged  weak- 
ness has  been  in  the  apparent  unbalanced 
year  to  year  return  due  to  such  return 
being  based  upon  "extras"  declared 
upon  the  stocks  of  the  underlying  com- 
panies as  hereinbefore  outlined. 

One  method  of  continued  realization 
and  stabilization  of  the  year  to  year  re- 
turn has  been  advantageously  worked 
out  in  some  of  the  more  recent  trust 
agreements  whereby  an  average  mini- 
mum return  is  practically  assured. 

This  has  been  taken  care  of  by  the 
setting  up  of  an  adequate  reserve  fund 

Continued  on  page  28 


28 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Suprcmacy^^ 


.  \0  \0\1  lire  making  your  home  at  the  Palace?"  said  Sir  Albert  to  his 
American  friends.  flJ^"Ah,  yes.  Interesting  place  to  dine  and  dance- 
You'll  see  a  lot  of  very  smart  people.  Not  the  quieter  type;  not,  so  to  say,  the 
'best  of  us'  —  not  the  Park  Laners."  (r"Park  Laners"  in  San  Francisco  will 
find  the  service  that  they  appreciate  at  Park  Lane.  (TPark  Lane  took  long 
to  build  and  took  long  to  select  its  staff  of  help.  (TPark  Lane  was  not  designed 
for  a  short  stay,  but  rather — if  you  please — for  those  who  really  live.  (TPark 
Lane's  location  on  Nob  Hill  is  the  aristocratic  center — extraordinary  — 
and  yet  it  is  within  six  mimtf.s  of  the  theaters,  arts,  shops  and  banks. 

Apartments,  five  to  eight  rooms, 
unfurnished  and  furnished  {in- 
comparably) $2§o  up.  Leasing 
now.    Occupancy    immediately. 


Eugene  N.  Fritz,  Jr.,  Managing  Owner 
1 100  Sacramento  Street  {corner  of  Mason) 

NOB  HILL 


Why  I  Came  to  San  Francisco 

IREDERICK   BLACK 

WHY  did  1  come  half  across  the 
world  to  live  in  San  Francisco?  If 
1  am  to  answer  in  one  sentence  ;  "Because 
I  was  intrigued  by  the  sound  of  a  name." 

Merest  trifles  have  such  tar-reachine 
influences  A  kettle  sings  over  the  heartn 
.  .  .  and  great  railroads  span  continents. 
A  meek-looking  chemist  quietly  mixes  a 
few  elements  and  half  an  army  is 

destroyed  by  an  enemy  it  never  saw 
What  Elbert  Hubbard  called  "the  frou- 
frou of  a  silk  petticoat"  (Hubbard  wrote 
this  in  those  days)  .  .  .  and  a  man  has 
found  a  mother  tor  his  children,  A  gov- 
ernment says;  "Thou  shalt  not  drink" 
and        .  but  you  already  have  my  idea. 

The  lilt  of  a  strange  name  aroused  the 
original  urge  that  set  a  romantic  little 
Irish  boy  to  dreaming  of  a  land  tar  beyond 
the  horizon.  The  queer  sound  of  the 
name  !Strange?  Yes,  to  you  who  have  lived 
here  so  long  among  so  many  musical 
Spanish  names  But  suppose  you  were  a 
wee  tad  in  Ireland  where  there  are  such 
dissniant  places  as  Aughrim,  Kana- 
togh  r,  Ahascragh,  Drogheda.  The  word 
would  fascinate  you  too.  For  me  .  .  .no 
name  ever  tasted  quite  as  satisfying. 

In  case  I  give  you  a  wrong  impression, 
not  all  Irish  place-names  are  unmusical. 
Lisdoonvarna,  Tralee,  Conemara  .  .  . 
might  well  arouse  travel  urge  in  a  Cali- 
fornian  but,  unfairly  or  otherwise  famil- 
iarity breeds  contempt.  What's  more, 
that  word  San  Francisco  had  me  hypnO' 
tized. 

San  Fran-cis-co !  A  city  not  only  across 
the  big  Atlantic,  but  across  America  as 
well.  Ships  from  the  seven  seas.  Sailor- 
men.  The  great  Pacific.  With  China  and 
Japan  just  on  t'other  side.  Well,  a  little 
boy,  in  a  land  of  leprechauns  and  ban- 
shees, read  of  such  a  place  and  fancied  it 
a  promised  land.  For  twenty  years  that 
dream  held  good  until,  as  sometimes 
happens,  the  port  of  desire  was  finally 
reached. 

That   was   three   years   ago.    Today? 
That  imaginative  picture  place  has  not 
dulled   but   brightened  .  .  .  but  as  Mr. 
Kipling  has  said:  "...  that  is  another! 
story  .  .  .". 


A  New  Trust  Idea 

Continued  from  page  17 

and  a  system  of  dividend  equalization 
so  that  in  years  of  high  earnings,  pro- 
vision will  be  made  for  years  of  low 
return. 

The  idea  is  based  upon  the  practice  of 
corporations  to  build  up  a  surplus  in 
years  of  prosperity  to  protect  their  divi- 
dend requirement  during  periods  of  light 
earnings. 


MAY,  1928 


29 


YEARS  ago  Wallace  Irwin  sang  his 
unforgetable  song  of  "San  Fran- 
cisco's  Fog."   A    fragment  of  it 
recalled  the  days  when : 
"Old  Chinatown  was  greasy 
And  Market  Street  was  wood, 
When  half  the  town  ivas  restaurants 
And  all  oj  'em  ivere  good!" 
Well    .   .   .    surely    the    scenes    have 
shifted,  for  the  town  is  far  from  being 
composed  half  of  restaurants  .    .    .  nor 
are  all  of  those  we  do  have  .    .   .  good. 
The  fact  is,  I  know  of  several  that  are 
distinctly   and   decidedly    bad.    On   the 
other  hand  I  also  know  of  a  few  that  are 
good  .   .    .  very  good  .    .    .  and  I  propose 
to  do  my  Boy  Scout  deed  this  day  by 
telling  you  of  a  place  or  two  that  I've  a 
fancy  for. 

Go  east  on  Union  Street,  turn  at 
Montgomery  where  a  cliflF-like  street 
will  bring  you  .  .  .  out  of  breath,  or 
gasoline,  or  both  ...  to  the  exact  spot 
where  Telegraph  Hill  stands  on  tip-toe 
and  cranes  its  Bohemian  neck  at  the 
sweep  of  bay  and  city  and  distant  hills 
spread  out  at  its  feet  There  at  the  end 
of  a  jagged  lane  is  Julius'  Castle  clinging 
rakishly  to  the  steep  hillside.  Don't 
backup  for  there's  a  turnstile  to  face 
your  dubious  motor  about 

Julius,  king  of  this  Castle,  will  greet 
you  graciously  .  .  .  if  you  have  a 
reservation.  Otherwise  he'll  put  his 
turnstile  to  use  and  suggest  that  you  call 
Davenport  3202  next  time  you  plan  to 
dine  with  him. 

Julius  serves  a  dinner  that  is  a  tax  on 
any  fund  ot  adjectives.  He  is  king,  not 


As  seen 
Hep 


only  of  his  castle,  but  of  his  profession 

as  well.  His  tagliarini  with  sweetbreads 

and  mushroom  sauce  is  something    to 

shout  from  the  housetops  about  while 

special  mention  of  his  famous   banana 

fritters  should  be  placed  in  all  "Come- 

To-California"  circulars. 

He  is  a  jolly  king  proud  of  his  castle, 

his  cooking  and  his  collies.  He  deserves 

and  appreciates  praise  of  all  three,  while 

the  collies  appreciate  being  patted  and 

fussed   over.    Yes,    they   wander   about 

among  the  tables,  so  if  you  object  to 

dogs  in  a  dining-room  you  must    pay 

for  your  fastidiousness  by  missing  the 

unique  experience  that  dining  at  Julius' 

always  is. 

▼  ▼  ▼ 

OUR  Chinatown  presents  two  para- 
doxes tor  epicureans.  At  546 
Grant  Avenue  is  the  place  that  is  called 
Manmaru  Tei.  In  the  very  heart  of 
Chinatown,  and  it  boasts  the  best  Japa- 
nese dinner  in  the  west ! 

Here  a  veritable  Madam  Butterfly 
will  serve  you  the  while  explaining  the 
savory  mysteries  ol  Japanese  cooking. 
She  will  tell  you  first,  in  the  quaintest  of 
English,  that  a  Japanese  dinner  is  pre- 
pared not  only  to  be  eaten  but  to  be  seen. 
Every  meal  .  .  .  every  dish  ...  is  con- 
sidered both  as  to  how  it  tastes  and  how 
it  looks.  All  their  bowls,  cups,  trays 
and  "wan"  (wooden  bowls  and  covers) 
are  made  with  an  eye  for  their  beauty 
as  well  as  their  practicability.  What  is 
more,  each  season  has  its  set  of  dishes. 

Go  there  this  merry  month  ot  May 
and  you  will  find  the  bowls  and  trays 


gay  with  colors  symbolizing  the  "sea- 
son and  spirit  of  flowers."  The  autumn 
will  find  them  replaced  by  quiet  ones, 
glowing  with  burnt  orange,  subdued 
with  leaf  brown. 

"They  are  for  the  season  of  calmness 
and  contentment,"  I  was  told  the  other 
night.  Also  that;  "...  if  you  look 
sharply  you  will  recognize  the  poem 
that  is  in  every  Japanese  meal." 

Intriguing?  But  that's  only  half  the 
fun  of  climbing  the  narrow  stairs  to 
Manmaru  Tei.  Order  "Namaunagi" 
and  "Yakinari."  Eat  it  and  you  will  ex- 
claim at  the  piquant  flavor.  You  have 
eaten,  my  friend,  imported  eel  and  dried 
seaweed ! 

The  piece  de  resistance  ot  any  Japanese 
dinner  is  "Sukiyaki"  To  the  table  is 
brought  bits  ot  raw  chicken,  noodles, 
green  onions,  eggs  ...  all  things  that 
are  intelligible  to  an  American.  They 
are  mixed  together  in  a  sort  of  chafing 
dish  and  cooked  before  your  very  eyes. 
With  the  aid  of  soy  sauce  and  other 
Oriental  delicacies  they  are  so  disguised 
you  v/ould  never  dream  what  you  are 
really  eating.  But  it  matters  little,  for 
"Suskiyaki"  is  not  only  mystifying  but 
satisfying ! 

▼      ▼      T 

F.11RTHER  down  the  street  perched 
above  the  shops  where  silk  and  jade 
are  sold  is  "The  Courtyard"  .  .  .  where 
East  is  most  undeniably  West!  A  girl 
with  energy  and  imagination  has  turned 
a  Chinese  rooftop  into  a  fascinating 
Occidental  tea  room.  Her  "Courtyard" 
is  aptly  named,  for  it  is  just  that  .    .    . 


30 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Your  Name 


"IXThatever  accompanies 
your  name  should  do  you 
the  highest  credit  a  point  we 
consider  at  ten  tivcly  when  send- 
ing^ourrs  for  you. 


Orders  telegraphed 
anywhere 


THE  VOICE  or  A  THOfSASD  GARDENS 

224-226  Grant  Avenue 

Phone  Sutter  6100 

SAN  FRANCISCO 


Purveyors  of 

Confections 

\\ortl\v  of  the 

most  discriminate 

Comparison 


FOSTER  ci' OR  KAR 

Cdj/ 0/ Pans  •  I)?  Grnnt  /h-enue 

B.F.Sc/ile.nnffer  •   Oakland 

Arcade  of  Ru.rx  lluilding 

Ferry  Bui  Id  in  1/ 


holding  cool,  green  tables  sheltered  by 
gaudy  sunshades  to  keep  our  lar-famed 
(California  sun  from  flinging  golden 
freckles  down  at  you  as  you  dine. 

And  if  there  is  no  sun  .  .  .  our  Cham- 
ber of  Commerce  to  the  contrary  .  .  . 
we  do  have  olT-days,  grey  with  fog,  she 
has  an  open  fireplace  that  can  sputter 
the  warmest  welcome  to  a  shivery  guest. 
Luncheon,  tea  or  dinner,  in  the  sunlight 
or  by  the  fireside  arc  all  worthy  of  your 
investigation.  And  may  I  recommend  a 
late  tea  or  an  early  dinner  at  sundown's 
fieet  hour  .  .  .  when  the  brilliant  blue 
sky  of  a  May  day  fades  to  twilight's 
eerie  green  and  the  first  evening  star 
twinkles  down  at  you? 

T      T      ▼ 

C.\rETF.Ri.-\s  with  their  counters  of 
steaming  food  can  be  depressing 
affairs  leaving  a  dreary  taste  in  one's 
mouth.  I  know  of  one  on  Post  Street 
that  is  an  exception  to  all  rules.  In 
through  a  jade-green  door  and  up  a 
ilight  of  bright  stairs  and  you  find  your- 
self in  what  seems  for  all  the  world  a 
blossoming  garden.  Flowers  everywhere 
.  .  .  great  feathery  masses  of  them. 
Birds  .  .  .  canaries  that  trill  tunefully, 
love  birds  that  add  color  and  gossipy 
chatter.  While  a  flower-banked  fountain 
has  a  song  all  its  own.  The  airy  charm 
of  the  place  and  the  excellent  food  is 
turning  many  feet  toward  Post  street 
these  days. 

T      T      » 

JULIUS  may  reign  supreme  on  Tele- 
graph Hill,  hut  there  is  another 
dynasty  on  Russian  Hill.  At  1001 
Vallcjo  Street  is  the  Russian  Tea  Room 
where  one  may  be  initiated  into  the  joys 
and  surprises  ot  Russian  cooking  .  .  . 
all  to  the  measure  of  native  music 
played  and  sung  and  stamped  by  men  .  . 
so  the  story  goes  .  .  .  who  knew  the 
splendors  of  the  Czar's  court. 

Being  greedy  minded  it  isn't  just  the 
exotic  food  and  music  that  has  lured  me 
again  and  again  to  1001  Vallejo  Street 
(though  heavens  knows  they  are  reason 
enough).  The  walls  have  a  story  to  tell 
that  I've  now  learned  to  interpret. 

For  example,  there  is  the  Griff^on 
motif.  Why?  Because  these  fabulous 
beasts  were  believed,  according  to  Hero- 
dotus, to  keep  watch  over  the  gold  of 
Scythia  (ancient  Russia).  The  Griffon  is 
represented  as  a  bird  with  a  woman's 
face.  These  mythical  beings,  both 
benevolent  and  malicious,  were  zealous 
guardians  of  the  natural  resources  of  the 
country,  symbolizing  perhaps  the  ances- 
tors of  the  race  as  rightful  masters  of 
the  land,  stern  directors  of  its  destinies 
and  protectors  of  the  home. 

And  the  Firebird,  another  motif,  is 
also  a  mythological  creature.  Its  duty 
was  to  guard  the  wonderful  Garden  of 
Life  and  Happiness  and  its  crop  of 
golden  apples.  (It  corresponds  to  the 
Dragon,  keeper  of  the  Garden  of  Hes- 


At  the  Smartest 

Places  You 

Will  Find 


^^44AXUL 


The  Imported 
T)ry  Qinger  ^le 

For  years  Isuan  Dry  Ginger 
Ale  has  been  the  exclusive 
choice  of  those  bon  vivants, 
those  citizens-of-the-world, 
who  dominate  the  social  life  of 
the  Orient 

Discriminating  people  in  the 
United  States  have  quickly 
appreciated  its  distinctive 
merit  and  delicious  flavor. 

Tangy/;r.v/?  limes  ....  spicy 
Jresh  ginger  .  .  .in  sparkling 
Isuan  Water. 

Insist  upon  Isuan  Impurled  where  you 
dine — or  from  the  belter  grocers. 

In  Manilla  they  say 
"E-SWAN" 

ISUJX  DRY  GINGER  JLE 


MAY,   1928 


31 


pcridcs  in  the  Hercules  myth.)  Like  the 
Phoenix,  it  sprang  trom  fire  and  possessed 
'  eternal  life.  The  acquisition  of  a  single 
feather  endowed  a  man  with  super- 
natural powers  and,  incidentally  pro- 
vided him  with  an  incandescent  light. 

Then  there  is  the  Plant  ot  Life,  a 
motif  common  to  all  fairy  tales.  It  is 
pictured  as  a  rather  insignificant  looking 
herb.  They  believed  that  it  grew  in  in- 
accessible places  where  enormous  treas- 
ures were  buried.  The  eye  in  the  flower 
that  smiles  down  at  you  so  ironically  is 
meant  to  be  leering  at  those  who  prefer 
wealth  to  health. 

The  Babayaga  riding  in  a  mortar 
corresponds  to  the  European  witch.  She 
played,  however,  a  more  important  role 
as  a  personification  of  the  evil  powers  of 
Nature.  She  is  not  only  associated  with 
the  Devil,  but  is  related  to  him,  being 
his  grandmother!  And  the  mournful 
aspect  ot  the  Raven  is  explained  by  the 
greatness  ot  the  burden  of  wisdom  he  is 
carrying.  He  is  supposed  to  have  had 
access  to  the  Fountain  of  Lite  and  many 
are  the  heroes  who  pay  him  homage  tor 
the  success  of  their  martial  careers. 

In  the  corners  ot  the  room  the  Coq 


d'Or  of  Rimsky  Korsakov's  ballet  fame, 
and  sunflowers,  are  represented.  The  sun- 
flower as  a  symbol  of  the  beneficient 
effects  of  the  sun  upon  the  earth.  The 
Coq  d'Or  signifying  the  influence  of  fate 
upon  our  lives 

The  balance  ot  the  pictures  on  the 
wall  depict  the  pcacefulness  and  myste- 
rious calm  ot  old  Russia;  the  castle  of 
Koshchei  the  Deathless  on  a  "windy 
Russian  hill";  the  forest  with  its  quiet 
pond  and  its  mushrooms,  so  well  appre- 
ciated by  the  natives,  esthetically  and 
gastronomically;  the  patriarchal  aspect 
ot  the  trading  towns;  and  the  white 
beauty  ot  the  birches  on  the  shore  ot  the 
bottomless  sea. 

You  will  take  away  much  more  than 
just  a  casual  speaking  acquaintance  with 
native  dishes  from  the  Russian  Tea 
Room  if  you  will  but  chat  with  the 
charming  hostess  who  has  transplanted 
a  bit  of  her  own  country  to  the  top  ot  a 
hill  in  San  Francisco. 

Julius'  Castle!  Manmaru  Tei!  The 
Courtyard!  The  Post  Street  Cafeteria! 
The  Russian  Tea  Room  !  May  I  mis- 
quote Mr.  Irwin  and  say  that : 

".    .    .  all  of 'em  <27-e  good!" 


Tin  Types 

Continued  from  page  2? 


in  an  uproarous  turmoil  ot  crime,  dis- 
order and  corruption.  For  one  thing, 
there  was  the  matter  of  five  large  fires, 
which  occurred  between  December  1S49 
and  June  1S52,  each  one  of  which  de- 
stroyed the  greater  part  of  the  business 
and  residential  areas  of  the  city.  Five 
times  within  the  three-year  period  a  new 
and  more  substantially  built  city  rose 
upon  the  ashes  of  the  old  one — such  was 
the  intense  energy  of  the  community. 

There  appears  to  be  no  existing  rec- 
ords to  show  that  any  miscreant  was 
openly  caught  starting  any  one  of  these 
fires,  but  still  the  harassed  population 
had  active  suspicions  that  they  were  not 
all  caused  by  ordinary  carelessness.  If 
specific  evidence  as  to  the  origin  of  the 
fires  were  lacking,  there  was  certainly  no 
lack  of  evidence  that  the  city  sheltered 
plenty  of  people  thoroughly  capable  of 
such  deeds.  This  evidence  was  upon 
every  hand,  for  the  citizens  of  Sidney 
Cove  and  others  of  like  ilk  went  about 
plundering,  shooting  down,  outraging 
life  and  property  at  their  pleasure;  mur- 
dering on  slight  provocation,  or  none 
at  all.  Business  failures,  large  money 
losses,  and  illegally  seized  land  titles 
through  devious  manipulations  were  of 
daily  occurrence.  Relatively  speaking, 
such  crimes  were  trifles.  To  protest  about 
them  was  to  make  a  ridiculous  hue  and 
cry  about  nothing. 


THERE  had  been  considerable  talk  of 
the  citizens  organizing  themselves 
to  take  the  law  into  their  own  hands. 
Those  who  had  the  most  to  fear  from 
such  a  plan  never  supposed  that  it  would 
ever  come  to  pass.  But  there  are  limits 
to  the  patience  of  even  a  gold-crazed 
city,  and  conversation  suddenly  mate- 
rialized into  action  with  the  formation 
of  the  first  Vigilance  Committe  in  June, 
1851.  Its  organization  followed  a  trial  of 
two  accused  murderers,  James  Stuart  and 
Joseph  Windred,  in  which  a  committee 
of  citizens  made  every  effort  to  prevail 
upon  the  authorities  that  proper  justice 
be  done.  During  the  trial  it  developed 
that  Stuart  was  the  wrong  man,  while 
Windred  who  was  clearly  guilty,  drew  a 
14-year  sentence.  He  made  good  his 
escape  within  a  few  days  of  imprison- 
ment. 

Thereupon  the  ablest,  most  capable 
and  upright  citizens  ot  San  Francisco 
lost  no  time  in  organizing  their  Vigi- 
lance Committee  and  choosing  head- 
quarters at  the  corner  ot  Battery  and 
Pine  Streets.  William  T.  Coleman  was 
one  of  the  most  active  organizers  and 
leaders.  It  was  agreed  that  the  tolling  of 
the  Monumental  Engine  Company's 
bell  was  to  be  the  signal  for  the  assem- 
bling of  all  committee  members  for 
service.  On  the  evening  ot  June  10th  the 
bell  slowly  tolled  and  San  Francisco  to  a 
man  made  its  way  to  Committee  head- 
quarters, where  it  was  learned  that  John 


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ENCHANTMENT  i 
CHOCOLATES    I 

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your  fancy,  your  good  taste,  ^ 
andyoursoundsenseof values.  ^ 
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Bowen.  ^ 

Made  in  our  o\\  n  kitchens  M 
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GOLDBERG-BOWEN 


^^  "T/ie  Home  of  Fine  Qroceries'*  ^^ 

^    242  SUTTER  ST.       PHONE  SUTTER  1     ^ 


Delightful 
Ocean  Days 

— a  voyage  that  ends  all  too 
Suuii  when  you  sail  the 
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Icnkins  of  Sidney  Cove  wa.s  on  cri,il  for 
his  lilc 

The  trial  took  place  immediately  it 
moved  forward  without  ceclinicalities, 
alibis,  delays  or  evasions  Every  fact  and 
hit  of  c\'idcncc  on  both  sides  of  the  case 
was  laid  upon  the  table  and  considered 
with  utter  justice.  At  midnisbc  Jenkins 
was  pronounced  guilty  and  the  death 
sentence  imposed  By  two  the  same 
morning  he  was  dead.  The  balance  of 
the  Sidney  Cove  population  was  ordered 
to  leave  the  state,  and  many  of  them 
were  herded  onto  vessels  and  returned 
to  Australia 

▼      T      ▼ 

IN  no  par:  of  these  proceedings  was 
there  any  secrecy  The  names  of  the 
committee  members,  their  motives  and 
methods  were  openly  published  and 
were  common  knowledge  The  com- 
mittee had  no  legal  right  tor  being  and 
no  legal  status  for  any  of  its  acts.  It  had 
wrested  the  cleaning  up  of  the  city  and 
the  punishment  of  criminals  from  those 
with  legal  authority  for  such  work  But 
such  was  its  openness  and  impartiality, 
that  the  committee  had  the  support  of 
the  greater  majority  of  the  population 
After  maintaining  itself  about  si.K 
months,  it  disbanded  of  its  own  accord, 
lest  having  outlived  its  emergency  pur- 
poses counter  forces  and  manipulations 
might  creep  into  its  own  ranks. 

For  some  three  years  following  the 
work  of  the  committee  San  Francisco 
knew  freedom  from,  at  least,  the  more 
violent  and  dastardly  crimes.  Memories 
of  the  committee  lingered,  but  not  even 
these  were  strong  enough  to  prevent  the 
development  of  a  new  crop  of  crime  and 
civic  corruption.  By  1S56,  when  the 
second  committee  was  formed,  condi- 
tions were  fully  as  bad  if  not  worse  than 
in  1S51  Murder  again  flourished  as  a 
popular  pastime  and  though  killings 
averaged  twenty  a  month,  arrests  were 
seldom  made  and  convictions  were  un- 
known. Gambling  house  proprietors 
and  women  of  commerce  flaunted  bra- 
zen defiance  of  any  law  They  owned 
the  press  through  the  liberal  advertising 
contracts  they  gave,  and  the  police  like- 
wise; while  the  ballot  box  existed  that 
only  men  favorable  to  their  interests 
might  be  assured  of  office.  Those  who 
went  to  court  seeking  redress  for  any 
grievance  were  treated  with  insolent 
scorn  and  subjected  to  the  indignities  of 
trying  to  obtain  justice  from  uncouth, 
ignorant,  contemptuous  officials 

Moreover  the  business  life  of  the  city 
was  in  a  bad  way.  Over  expansion  and 
over  speculation,  coupled  with  dimin- 
ishing returns  from  the  gold  fields 
brought  the  city  to  the  very  brink  of 
commercial  ruin 


A 


c;ainst    this    solid    wall    of    crime 
and    corruption,    James    King   of 


William  took  the  lead  in  launching  his 
spectacular  but  wholly  truthful  expo- 
sures of  the  several  large  bank  failures 
and  the  farcial  trial  of  Charles  Cora,  the 
city's  iTiost  notorious  gambler  and  adept 
ballot  bo.x  stuffer,  who  had  murdered 
William  Richardson,  U  S  Marshall, 
when  he  called  the  gambler  to  account 
for  his  election  activities.  Subsequently, 
King  exposed  the  election  frauds  of  a 
James  P  Casey,  former  inmate  of  Sing 
Sing  Casey  in  revenge  shot  down  King 
of  William  and  thereby  was  the  im- 
mediate cause  for  the  formation  of  the 
second  Vigilance  Committee. 

This  body  was  larger,  more  powerful 
and  better  organized  than  the  first  had 
been  It  was  more  or  less  secret,  every 
member  being  known  by  simply  a  num- 
ber. Close  to  4,000  men  comprised  it, 
and  were  divided  into  infantry,  artillery 
and  cavalry  companies  There  were  also 
legal  and  judicial  departments  A  build- 
ing on  lower  Sacramento  Street  was 
finally  chosen  as  permanent  headquarters 
and  was  known  as  Fort  Gunnybags, 
since  it  was  barricaded  and  fortified  with 
sacks  of  sand  This  committee  doggedly 
set  itself  to  a  thorough  renovation  of 
the  city  and  left  no  loop  holes  in  its 
organization  or  preparations.  William 
T  ColeiTian  was  elected  to  head  the 
body  without  a  single  dissenting  voice, 
and  for  several  inonths  thenceforth  he 
represented  the  Law  of  San  Francisco. 

The  first  move  made  was  the  forcible 
taking  from  the  county  jail  of  Casey  and 
Cora,  both  confined  there  in  the  gesture 
of  upholding  the  law.  Upon  the  death 
of  King  of  William  the  committee  im- 
mediately began  the  trial  of  Casey  and 
Cora  There  was  no  nonsence  in  the  pro- 
ceedings of  this  tribunal.  Neither  in- 
tiiTiidations  nor  dollars  could  touch  it. 
At  the  end  of  two  days  and  nights  the 
wretched  pair  were  sentenced  to  death, 
and  within  another  day  were  dead. 

Two  more  men  paid  the  death  pen- 
alty for  their  misdeeds.  The  efficient 
policing  of  the  city  by  the  Vigilantes 
shortly  quelled  riotous  disorder  in  the 
gambling  and  public  houses,  and  the 
citizens  of  San  Francisco  once  again 
came  into  the  assurance  that  they  would 
die  in  their  own  homes  of  natural  causes 
The  election  system  was  taken  hold  of 
and  the  frauds  fearlessly  exposed  San 
Francisco,  in  fact,  became  more  thor- 
oughly purged  of  crime  and  petty  poli- 
tics than  she  has  ever  been  in  her  bois- 
terous, headlong,  hectic  existence 

However,  the  work  of  the  second 
Vigilance  Committee  was  not  accom- 
plished without  opposition.  A  group 
calling  itself  the  Law  and  Order  Party, 
composed  largely  of  lawyers  and  city 
officials,  who  very  obviously  did  not 
relish  this  demolition  of  the  sources  of 
their  income  and  powers,  undertook  to 
block  the  work  of  the  committee.  But 


MAY,  1928 


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( public  opinion  as  a  whole  was  not  on 
the  side  of  the  Law  and  Order  Party, 
and  it  was  able  to  gain  but  little 
strength  Several  difficult  situations  were 
created  by  the  maneuvers  ot  the  opposi- 
tion, but  with  all  authority  vested  in 
Coleman  he  was  able  to  handle  them 
openly  and  capably  and  proved  himself 
fully  worthy  ot  his  phenomenal  re- 
sponsibilities 

After    accomplishing    its    emergency 

:  purposes  the  committee  dissolved  of  its 
own  volition,  and  we  do  not  Jnear  again 

'  of  its  leader  until  1876,  when  one  Den- 
nis Kearney  startled  the  city  with  a 
spectacular  labor  agitation.  In  the  June 

I  issue  will  be  discussed  the  gentleman 
Kearney's  misguided  abilities. 

T      ▼      T 

Behind  the  Screen 

Continued  Irom  page  lo 

tempting  and  the  most  essential  task  in 
the  development  of  the  motion  picture. 
One  great  artist  has  already  done  great 
things  in  this  direction  I  refer  to  Charles 
Chaplin,  an  artist  very  dear  to  my  heart. 
f4is  achievement  is  of  historical  impor- 
tance and  will  never  be  forgotten. 
Chaplin  is  poet,  director  and  actor  all  in 
one.  He  does  not  adapt  novels  or  plays. 
He  creates  directly  in  terms  of  motion 
pictures .  He  has  enriched  the  Commoedia 
del  Arte  with  an  immortal  figure  Around 
this  figure  he  has  created  a  modern  fairy 
tale  which,  despite  its  silence,  makes  us 
laugh  and  cry.  But  the  figure  itself  neither 
laughs  nor  cries  Chaplin's  artistic  integ- 
rity is  admirable.  It  is  impossible  to 
speak  of  the  motion  picture  without  be- 
ginning and  ending  with  him.  For  in  the 
beginning  of  this  wordless  art  was 
Charles  Chaplin. 

▼     T     T 

Lest  We  Forget 

C^ontinued  Irnm  page  22 

HISTORY,  that  eternal  fount  of  com- 
fort for  all  creeds,  all  colors,  has 
nothing  encouraging  to  offer  these  poor 
pining  girls  with  the  affected  larynxes. 
They  read  that  the  queens  and  courtesans 
who  gave  all  for  love,  and  made  no 
demands,  were  usually  beheaded,  while 
those  who  pouted  and  wheedled,  whined 
and  mined,  always  got  what  they 
wanted  and  lived  to  write  their  memoirs. 
The  "left-handed  queens"  were  called  so 
because  their  right  hands  were  always 
out  of  sight,  digging. 

Something  of  course  should  be  done 
for  these  unwept,  unsung  heroines  of  re- 
nouncement— the  Lorettas,  the  Floras 
and  the  jaquelines  and  all  the  rest  of 
their  pining  sisters  whose  cases  are  alto- 
gether too  poignant  for  utterance.  They 
are  beautiful,  they  are  young,  they  are 
oftimes  charming  and  talented;  but  they 
are  pining  away,  defeated  on  the  threshold 
of  life  so  to  speak  by  two  of  the  shortest 
words  in  any  language — je  veux,  ich 
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WiiiN  your  reviewer  found 
chat  he  was  co  write  about 
l^osc  Macaulay's  new  novel, 
■■l)ais\  and  Daphne,"  he  was  deeply 
i-mharasscd  to  realize  that  although  the 
lady  in  question  is  a  very  well-known 
ifnglish  authoress,  not  only  had  he  never 
read  any  o(  her  seven  novels  hut  n:ither 
had  he  c\'er  heard  any  trustworthy  criti- 
cisms ot  them.  So  thinking  that  1  owed 
it  to  my  public  to  be  more  au  courant, 
i  sat  down  at  my  little  telephone  and 
called  upon  my  literary  triends  to  en- 
lighten me.  "Have  you  ever  read  any- 
thing by  Rose  Macaulay,"  I  spoke 
amiably  into  the  mouthpiece.  "She  has 
a  light  touch,"  was  my  first  reply.  That 
was  encouraging,  because  I  could  there- 
fore spend  a  nice  tat  paragraph  compar- 
ing her  to  everybody  troni  Lawrence 
Sterne  on.  The  second  reply  was  more 
lengthy.  According  to  this  authority  she 
could  hardly  be  a  novelist  at  all  since 
she  was  characterized  as  "an  exquisite 
expressionistic  artist  working  in  the 
pastels  and  cut  glass  of  modern  life." 
This  was  a  little  disturbing,  but  I  fore- 
saw that  it  might  become  the  nucleus 
of  one  of  my  finest  "purple  passages." 
The  receiver  buzzed  and  quaked  with  the 
next  reply  which  declared  that  Miss 
Macaulay  was  a  blank-blank-neurotic 
modernist  and  that  she  had  quite  rightly 
named  oneot  her  novels,  "Told  By  An 
Idiot  "  By  this  time  1  was  rather  flus- 
tered, and  sent  my  fourth  appeal  fever- 
ishly over  the  wire.  The  carefully  modu- 
lated answer  came  back,  " 'Told  by  An 
Idiot'  is  fine,  but  of  course  that  is  her 
early  manner,  and  'Mystery  in  Geneva' 
is  indispensible  in  understanding  her 
growth  and  transition  to  'Potterism' 
which  I  may  say  ranks  her  as  one  of  the 
two  or  three  really  important  wonien  in 
English  letters."  This  made  me  feel 
dreaduUy  uneducated,  but  I  tried  once 
again.  This  time  the  receiver  insisted 
chat  "Miss  Macaulay  is  one  of  the  great 
iailures  in  English  literature.  IF  .  .  . 
but  it's  too  late  for  her  to  do  anything 
important  now.  By  the  way,  have  you 
read  'The  Bridge  of  San  Luis  Rey'  .  .  .?" 
!  hung  up  the  receiver  with  a  few  polite 
imprecations  and  sat  down  to  read 
"Daisy  and  Daphne"  with  no  arricrc 
pcnsce.  Ifam  therefore  in  no  position  to 
say  whether  "Rose  Macaulay's  new 
novel  is  typical  of  the  brilliant,  shrewd 


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humor  chat  sets  off  what  pubhshers  con- 
sider her  best  story  since  'Potterism,'" 
or  whether  "the  tenseness  of  the  drama 
in  the  latter  part  of  this  novel  has  not 
been  equalled  in  any  novels  of  recent 
years,"  but  I  can  say  truthfully  that  i 
thought  it  a  mundane,  intelligent,  senti- 
mental, charming  little  book  which  may 
be  read  by  almost  anyone  with  a  good 
deal  of  pleasure  and  a  little  profit  as  well 
The  novelty  of  "Daisy  and  Daphne" 
is  revealed  along  about  page  loo  when 
we  are  told  that  "Daisy  and  Daphne, 
these  apparently  two  young  women, 
P*were  actually  one  and  the  same  young 
woman;  Daphne  being  Daisy's  pre- 
sentment or  phantasy  (as  the  psycholo- 
gists call  it)  of  herself  as  she  appeared  to 
others  .  .  ."  At  first  this  duality  pro- 
duces some  very  pleasant  psychological 
gymnastics,  but  toward  the  end  one 
can't  help  thinking  that  Miss  Macaulay 
has  placed  an  unnecessary  limitation  on 
her  otherwise  light,  brilliant  style,  by 
persisting  in  a  Dr.-Jekyl-and-Mr.-Hyde 
trick  which  isn't  so  novel  after  all. 
"Daisy  and  Daphne,"  by  Rose  Macau- 
lay.  (Boji!  and  Liveriglit) . 

T      T      T 

WHEN  the  present  New  York  theatri- 
cal season  was  about  to  "fold  its 
tents  .  .  .,"  the  Actor-Managers  sud- 
denly produced  "Mava,"  and  afforded 
Broadway  another  tragi-comic  side  show 
between  producers  and  policemen  to 
match  last  year's  superb  misconception 
of  "The  Captive."  "Mava,"  a  play  by 
Simon  Gantillon,  also  came  from 
France,  and  not  all  that  Lindy,  La 
Fayette  and  the  Rue  de  la  Paix  ever  did 
to  foster  brotherly  love  between  two 
countries  coidd  stop  New  York's  rever- 
end play-going  committee  from  im- 
mediately purging  the  American  stage 
of  "Mava's  gross,  French  sensualism." 
But  although  "Mava"  has  melted 
into  thin  air  for  the  stage,  it  may  still  be 
purchased  quite  materially  in  its  little 
yellow  paper  cover  at  any  of  our  best 
book  marts.  The  play  is  good  both  in 
construction  and  content  and  anybody 
looking  for  "gross  sensualism"  had  bet- 
ter stick  to  Rabelais  and  "Mile,  from 
Armantiere,  parlez-vous."  ...  In  fact 
it's  a  little  too  nice.  Mava,  or  Bella- 
Mava,  as  she  is  called,  is  a  prostitute, 
but  like  most  of  Eugene  O'Neii's  fallen 
ladies,  she  "has  a  good  heart,"  or  is  "a 
victim  of  circumstance"  or  "the  great 
mother"  I've  no  doubt  that  the  pic- 
tures O'Neil  and  Gantillon  give  us  are 
the  accurate  results  of  carefully  observed 
portions  of  numerous  red-light  districts, 
and  that  such  women  as  Bella  do  in  fact 
exist;  but  why  do  these  dramatists  cause 
their  heroines  to  display  such  virtuous 
sentiments?  I  should  think  that  the  most 
representative  prostitute  and  the  one 
most  worthy  to  symbolize  her  ancient 
profession  would  be  she  who  delivered 


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minimum  ot  respectahihty  But  these 
ladies  before  their  lovers  and  their  audi- 
ences create  httle  more  than  the  pallid 
impression  of  "fallen  virtue,"  which  is 
neither  gross,  sensual  nor  picturesque. 
Imagine  Hedda  Gahler  in  a  red-light 
district,  for  instance.  There  would  be 
something  ivnrtli  censoring!  However, 
that  may  be  the  prejudice  of  one  who  is 
less  well  acquainted  with  the  lower 
depths  than  M.  Gantillon  and  the  truth 
remains  that  out  of  "Maya's"  eight  or 
nine  scenes,  at  least  four  are  pieces  of 
admirable  modern  stage  technique  and 
good  strong  symbolism 

Maya,  by  Simon  Gantillon.  (English 
Acting  version  published  by  the 
Actor-Managers) . 


I  SPENT  considerable  time  searching 
some  dependable  books  for  Spring 
use,  something  nice  and  snappy  for  the 
v\'hole  family;  perhaps  a  good  biography 
tor  father,  a  bit  of  practical  psychology 
for  mother,  a  nice  aeroplane  thriller  for 
the  kiddies  and  some  red  hot  aesthetics 
or  comparative  religions  for  the  younger 
generation.  But  suddenly  I  came  across  a 
handsome  volume  decorated  very  trick- 
ily in  black  and  gold  with  fine  big  print 
which  seems  to  me  the  Ail-American 
family  book  of  the  age. 

"Business,  the  Civilizer,"  by  Earnest 
Elmo  Calkins,  sounds  like  the  sort  of 
book  grandfather  might  send  to  Jimmy 
at  graduation,  but  one  look  inside  is 
enough  to  convince  you  that  there  is 
plenty  of  good,  live  meat  in  these  pages 
for  each  and  every  one  of  us 

Take  a  few  of  the  chapter  headings, 
for  instance :  The  Rising  Qeneration 
Asks  a  Question,  What  Makes  Busi- 
ness, The  Amelioration  of  the  House - 
ivije's  Lot,  The  New  Morale,  Where 
Do  We  Qo  from  Here,  The  Artist's 
Qreatest  Medium,  or  Fashion  is  a 
Wayward  Hussy.  Or  take  the  index. 
By  all  means,  let  us  take  the  index!  If 
you  have  a  predilection  for  A's  you've 
only  to  turn  to  the  listed  pages  after: 
Advertising  Work,  Potentiality  of,  Aeo- 
lian Hall,  Aesop,  or  Agriculture  in 
Touraine  The  E's  are  also  very  good, 
including,  Ederle,  Qertrude;  Edison, 
Thomas;  Electric  Refrigerators,  Emer- 
son and  England  Modernized.  The  Q's 
are  short  and  to  the  point,  consisting 
simply  of.  Quantity  Production  and 
Queen  Marie,  while  the  V's  promise 
illuminating  pages  on.  Vacuum  Clean- 
ers, Valentino,  Rudolf;  Value  of  Qood 
Will,  Victor  Talking  Machine  and 
Vinci,  Leonardo  da.  Judging  further 
from  the  index,  Mr.  Calkins  seems  par- 
ticularly interested  in  certain  large  ab- 
stractions. 


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From 
The  hionolulu  Correspondent 

HONOLULU,  T.  H. — Californians 
are  arriving  in  shoals  on  every 
boat  trom  the  Coast,  both  b)-  the 
northern  and  southern  lines  Included 
among  the  latest  newcomers  are  a  num- 
ber ot  Hollywood  motion  picture  stars 
.  .  .  always  objects  of  twice  as  much 
attention  here  as  on  the  mainland 

The  Malolo  sailed  into  port  bearing 

Richard  Barthlemess  and  his  brand  new 

,  bride    The  fat,   tropical   moon   that   is 

swinging  so  low  over  our  islands  these 

nights  is  surely  a  gracious  addition  to 

^  any  honeymoon ' 

We  have  also  had  Laura   La  Plante 

and   Colleen    Moore   as   representatives 

,  from  the  cinema  capital 

[      Earle  C.  Anthony  of  Los  Angeles  and 

San    Francisco,    and    Chester    Rowell, 

editor,   writer  and  publicist,   were  two 

.  distinguished  names  that  helped  to  make 

the  Maiolo's  passenger  list  read  like  a 

'  page  from  "Who's  Who." 

Mrs.  Charmain  London,  widow  of 
'Jack  London,  was  a  recent  interested  and 
i  interesting  visitor. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Howard  Park  and  their 
attractive  children  are  here  from  Burlin- 
game  for  the  month.  Miss  California 
Breuner,  one  of  San  Francisco's  debu- 
tantes of  the  past  winter,  has  been  vaca- 
•tioning  in  Honolulu  tor  some  time  She 
was  recently  joined  by  her  grandmother, 
Mrs.  William  Cluff.  The  two  will  re- 
turn to  the  mainland  together  shortly 

Mr.  and  Mrs  John  L.  Deahl,  of 
Woodside  and  San  Francisco,  will  be 
here  until  mid-May  when  they  will  re- 
turn to  California  to  open  their  Wood- 
side  country  home  for  the  remainder  of 
the  summer 

'  Mrs  Grattan  Phillips  and  her  daugh- 
KT  Miss  Virginia  Phillips  of  San  Fran- 
cisco may  go  on  trom  here  to  the  South 
Seas  and  Australia.  Miss  Phillips  has 
been  the  object  of  much  admiring  com- 
ment, tor  she  is  a  very  beautiful  girl. 
Her  dark  loveliness  has  graced  many 
Junior  League  and  other  amateur  pro- 
ductions in  San  Francisco  where  she  is 
greatly  sought  after,  as  she  is  a  dancer 
'and  actress  of  no  little  ability. 

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THE  Steamship  City  of  Los  Angeles 
recently  brought  a  large  number  of 
interesting  Los  Angeles  personalities  to 
'the  Islands  on  vacations  bent. 

Mr  and  Mrs  James  D.  Bridges  and 
Miss  Eleanor  Bridges  were  among  the 
irrivals,  also  Mr  and  Mrs.  Leland 
Driver,  Mrs  Peggy  Hicks  of  Beverley 
Hills,  Mrs.  Mary  Bell  of  Pasadena,  Mrs. 
Viola  Gunnerson  of  Monrovia,  and  the 
Misses  Marion  and  Sara  Sherman  of 
•^Itadena  are  among  the  Honolulu  visi- 
tors who  come  from  communities  out- 
ride of  Los  Angeles. 


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The  doorway  ot  this  hotel  means  home — personal 
comfort — service — pleasant  surroundings.  It  also 
means  that  you  are  convniitiilly  located  in  Holly- 
wood— Him  Capitol  of  tht^  world — amusement  center 
of  Southern  California. 

Good  Food  a  Feature 

.A  French  chef  has  made  the  dining  room  famous. 
Club  breakfasts,  luncheons  or  dinners  at  popular 
prices.     Also  a  la  carte  service. 

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THE  SAN  FRANCISCANil 


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Cruise  away /^k  to  New  Vacation 

Scenes 


See  the 
Romantic 
Spanish  Americas 
6*  New  York 


A  panorama  of  jungle-clad,  surf- 
fringed  shores,  of  purpling  volcanoes, 
■^  ^"X/i/l  of  adobe-white  cities  basking  in  the  sun- 
VJ    /     light  with  "  manana"  always  one  day  ah« 

^^-^^  sbps  by  the  broad, shaded  decks  of  your  modern 
liner — colorfully-clad  native  women  sell  juicy  bananas  at  the 
windows  of  vour  train  before  it  valiantly  puffs  away  to  conquer 
another  palm-covered  slope  that  hides  an  azure  lake  or  a  cath- 
edral crowned  town  -in  such  moments  lies  the  "  romance  "  of 
a  Panama  Mail  vacation  cruise  through  the  Spanish  Americas. 

The  trip  that  misses  nothing 

Forget  business  this  summer  in  the  charms  ot  this  trip  that 
leaves  nothing  missing.  It  is  a  vacation  in  itself  or  makes  a  rest- 
ful and  fascinating  start  for  a  vacation  in  New  York  and  the 
Fast.  Panama  Mail  cruise  ships  leave  California  every  three 
weeks.  Enjoy  thirty-one  carefree,  beguiling  davs  before  you 
reach  New  York — eighteen  at  sea  and  thirteen  ashore  in  the  be- 
witching cities  of  Mexico,  Guatemala,  Salvador,  Nicaragua, 
Panama,  Colombia  and  Cuba.  \'isit  the  inland  capitals  of 
(juatemala  and  Salvador.  It's  the  only  trip  from  California  to 
New  York  that  allows  you  two  days  at  the  Panama  Canal  and 
visits  ashore  in  eight  foreign  ports. 

Luxurious  travel  at  low  cost 

You  travel  first  class  on  a  ship  built  specially  for  tropical  serv- 
ice. Every  cabin  has  a  Simmons  bed  instead  of  a  berth.  .All  rooms 
have  electric  fans  and  running  water — are  comfortable  and  well 
ventilated.  Music  and  food  is  of  the  best.  .\  swimming  tank  sup- 
plements broad  cool  decks. 

The  cost  is  low— you  can  go  from  your  home  town  to  New  York 
via  California  and  the  Spanish  .Americas  for  }!380  up.  (This  fare 
includes  bed  and  meals  on  the  steamer  and  railroad  transporta- 
tion). If  you  wish,  you  can  go  to  New  York  by  rail  and  return 
by  water.  Write  today  for  full  information  and  booklets  from 


Panama  Mail  Steamship  Company 

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548  South  Spring  Street,  Los  .Angeles 


Flying  Dutchman  Retold 

ContinuL-J  fri»m  page  lb 

"And  while  you  are  in  these  waters' 
awaiting   the   digging   of  the  channel, 
"the  devil  continued,  "there  will  be  the 
lovely  Gretilda  who,   I  take  it,  would 
deny  little  to  the  Duke  ot  Limho,  Lord 
of  those  broad  and  fertile  fields  recog- 
nized by  Dante  as  the  plcasantest  region 
in    Hell — for,    think    you,    she    would 
retuse  the  Chief  Lieutenant  in  Mankind 
of  the  rebellious  one  who  is  some  day  to ' 
wrest  the  control  of  the  universe  fromi 
the  One  who  now  has  it?" 

"But  Gretilda's  husband  .  .  ."  The 
Captain  was  visibly  weakening.  I 

The  devil  smiled.  "That  little  detail 
is  easily  arranged."  He  turned  toward 
the  doorway.  Gretilda,  smiling  coyly,' 
entered  the  cabin  and  tripped  toward  him.  j 
He  cupped  her  chin  in  his  dark  palm  and' 
turned  her  toward  the  Captain  to  whosej 
side  she  softly  nestled.  I 

The  Captain  surrendered.  He  put  his 
arm  around  her  and  would  have  drawn 
her  into  a  kiss  but  that  she  shrank  back 
in  teasing  shyness,  tremulous  fingers! 
screening  her  face  from  his. 

"My  husband   .    .    ." 

▼      ▼      T 

THE  devil  shrugged  his  shoulder  at  heti 
Vi'himsy  He  flashed  one  swift  glance, 
toward  the  doorway.  Outside  a  crash' 
was  heard.  1 

A  moment  later  a  sailor  appeared, 
gesticulating  wildly.  "Block  fell  .  .  . 
killed  passenger  ...  hit  him  on  .  .  ." 
Then  he  saw  the  devil  and  the  Angel  and, 
as  became  one  well  grounded  in  super- 
stition, fell  to  the  floor  in  a  fit. 

"Ooooh!"  shrieked  Gretilda  andl 
swayed  into  the  Captain's  arms. 

"Damn  me,  your  majesty,"  he 
panted,  ".    .    .   your  off^er  is  attractive!"! 

"And  accepted?"  The  devil  raised  one. 
eyebrow.  He  bowed  "I  salute  the  Dukei 
of.   .   ,"  _  ' 

"Accursed  ones!"  shrieked  the  Angel, 
coming  to  the  surface  as  it  were.  "Ex-, 
communicants!"  He  plucked  a  crucifixi 
from  beneath  his  wing  and  shook  it  at 
them  as  he  fled  the  place. 

A  blare  of  light  Then  sounds  of  the, 
phantom  ship  putting  olT  from  the  gal-; 
leon's  side. 

The  devil  laughed.  "You  observe,  my 
dear  Duke,  how  easily  I  best  this  Enemy 
of  mine?  So  will  it  be  from  now  on  until 
I  rule  the  'stars." 

"Was  there  aught  else  you  wished  of, 
me?"  The  Captain  still  held  the  coy  one; 
andillconcealedhiseagernessforseclusion. 

The  devil's  eyes  smiled  knowingly 
but  his  mouth  was  inverted  in  the  scorni 
of  too  easy  victory.  I 

"Until  we  reach  the  western  port.   . 
He  bowed  and  vanished. 

The  Captain,  pardon  me,  the  Duke  - 
picked     up    the    unconscious    seaman,' 
slung  him  out  on  deck  and  closed  the  door. 


•  MAY,  1928 


39 


The  Story  of  Janet  Strange 

C'ontinucd  from  page  12 

BUT  Janet  Strange  was  not  unhappy. 
Seeing  her  in  the  great  sparkUng 
lobby  after  the  dinner  hour,  her  slender 
form  almost  lost  to  sight  in  the  embrace 
of  a  big  stuffed  chair,  her  eyes  burning 
with  the  pleasure  of  the  fine  scene  before 
her,  one  always  had  the  impression  she 
was  completely  happy,  simply  to  be  let 
alone.  She  always  chose  the  chair,  be- 
tween two  potted  palms,  from  which 
she  could  see  a  corner  of  the  shining 
dance-floor  and  hear  the  orchestra  faintly 
insistent  over  the  humbling  of  pleasant- 
voiced  human  chatter.  Everything  was 
so  perfectly  as  it  should  be  .  .  .it  was 
like  living  in  a  fairy  tale  'mongst  legen- 
dary ladies  superbly  dressed,  in  a  palace 
that  had  pink  marble  pillars  and  huge 
twisted  gold  electroliers  shedding  magic 
brilliance  over  the  royal  throngs.  Each 
night's  vigil  in  her  stuffed  chair  was  a 
potion  that  sent  her  off  to  a  dreamless 
sleep.  Often  the  night-maid  stole  into 
her  room,  just  to  look  at  the  cropped 
boyish  head  on  the  pillow  and  the 
strange,  half-smile  of  deep  and  simple 
contentment  on  the  sensitive  mouth. 

Daytime  hours  were  spent  entirely 
out  of  doors.  Janet  Strange  found  dozens 
of  things  to  do.  Sometimes  she  played 
croquet  with  the  younger  girls;  but  they 
usually  frightened  her  away  with  their 
unexpected  eccesses  of  feeling.  One 
little  girl  in  particular  would  follow  her 
around  the  croquet  ground,  adoring  her 
with  round,  unblinking  blue  eyes,  and 
another  invariably  wound  a  friendly 
arm  about  her  waist,  causing  her  to 
stiffen  uncomfortably  and  look  for  the 
nearest  avenue  of  escape. 

Seven  idyllic  weeks  slipped  by  as 
softly  and  uneventfully  as  the  fluffs  of 
summer  cloud  slipped  over  the  sea's 
horizon.  Those  of  the  hotel  guests  who 
had  stayed  on,  commented  on  the  imi- 
provement  in  Janet  Strange's  appear- 
ance. Her  face  had  grown  a  ruddy  tan 
from  long  afternoons  on  the  sunny 
beach.  Her  grey  eyes  took  on  a  bluish 
tinge  as  though  some  of  the  content- 
ment of  the  summer  sea  lay  mirrored 
in  them. 

She  knew,  too,  that  something  had 
happened  to  her.  For  more  than  a  month 
she  hadn't  been  afraid  ot  people.  It  was 
a  queer,  happy  sensation  not  to  be  afraid. 
She  could  laugh  at  people,  even !  The 
simple  way  they  could  be  taken  in  .  .  . 
they  only  saw  the  outside  of  you,  after 
all.  Not  even  the  cleverest  of  them  could 
see  more  than  a  camera  would  register 
...  a  dress,  a  hat,  a  smile  on  the  lips  .  .  . 
and  behind  those,  you  were  alone  with 
yourself  and  all  the  secrets  about  yoLirself 
you  didn't  want  people  to  know.  Alone 
...  as  safely  alone  as  though  locked  in 
a  closet  .  .  .  they  could  only  see  the  out- 
side play-acting,  after  all.  Realizing  this 


40 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


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PtRHAPS  vou  have  noticed  a  certain 
distastetulness  lur  the  regular  routine 
ol  work  intensified  hv  increasing  interest 
in  things  lar  afield  a  hungering  for 

the  great  open  spaces  .  .  .  you  hear  most 
distinctly  the  call  of  the  open  road 
whether  it  lead  to  Cannes  or  a  far-off 
camp  in  the  highest  Sierras  The  dustiest, 
sootiest  railroad  terminal  holds  peculiar 
fascination  for  you  ,  .  you  find  your- 
self day  dreaming  before  tropical  posters 
in  steamship  company  windows  Clothes 
become  important  only  as  they  hear  rela- 
tion to  a  suddenly  recognized  vacation- 
urge! 


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WHEREVER  you  go.whcthcr  by  land 
or  sea,  you  must  have  correct 
travel  apparel  Of  course,  the  modern 
wayfarer  needs  no  lesson  on  the  eternal 
triangle  of  taste,  comfort  and  chic  in  her 
costume  en  rowge.  Yet  an  intimate 
knowledge  of  a  sometimes  bewildering 
fashion  array  tempts  us  to  stress  the 
never-too-often  reiterated  caution  of 
comfori  as  first  and  last  consideration  in 
clothes  for  the  traveler  If  wisely  chosen 
the  same  outfit  will  fit  itself  nicely  into 
the  frame  of  all  your  vacation  activities 


Thomas  Cort  shoes  in  formal  oxford 
tie  or  one  strap  street  pumps  in  a  creamy 
shaded  reptile  would  be  well  chosen^  A 
Knapp-lelt  because  of  its  unquestioned, 
ultimate  cachet  suggests  itself  as  the 
sensible  choice  in  hats. 


ALMOST  the  first  thing  that  goes  into 
^  the  vacation  kitbag  is  the  bathing 
ensemble  .  .  .  please  note  the  word 
ensemble  !  It  is  just  as  important  in  beach 
costumes  this  season  as  in  every  other 
style  aspect.  Suit  .  .  .  cap  .  .  .  scarf 
■  jacket  .  .  slippers  and  accessories 
are  each  integral  parts  of  the  tout  en- 
scmbU.  And  it  is  gorgeous  fun  putting 
together  the  various  units  or  selecting  a 
completely  assembled  set.  Choose,  for 
instance,  a  peony  red  suit  embroidered 
in  tiny  blue  flowers  accompanied  by 
matching  Jersey  jacket.  Slippers,  cap  and 
rubber  scarf  in  red  and  a  red  striped,  rub- 
ber lined  zipper  case.  Though  you  might 
easily  prefer  a  huge  rubberized  bag  of 
vivid  cretonne  ...  or  comfortable 
beach  cushion  with  a  zippered  entrance 
into  its  capacious  water-proof  interior. 


WITH  the  ideal  travel  ensemble  in 
mind  a  three-piece  sweater  cos- 
tume knitted  in  glowing  Grecian  rose 
silk  reveals  itself  as  thoroughly  practical 
supremely  wearable,  and  smart. 

An  ample,  deep  pocketed  coat  of 
angora  tweed  built  on  very  British  lines 
has  an  easy  insouciant  grace  that  goes 
well  with  vacation  moods  And  there  is 
a  guileful  note  of  femininity  in  the  soft 
yellowish  beige  shade  that  belies  a 
rather  rugged  silhouette. 

A   D  V  E   »   T   1    s  I 


WHAT  is  a  vacation  without  a  tennis 
dress?  A  fickle  frock,  true  to  its 
name  only  in  that  it  is  worn  as  success- 
fully in  tennis  as  forevery  other  informal 
occasion  of  a  summer  day.  Pique  is  more 
than  attractive  in  this  type  of  sports 
dress  ...  it  is  positively  practical '  It 
launders  with  such  irreproachable  fresh- 
ness that  one  is  tempted  to  fill  this  need 
of  the  vacation  wardrobe  with  a  different 
colored  pique  for  each  day  of  the  week 
Light  weight  flannels  are  excellent  and 
sleeveless  crepe- de -chine  dresses  with 
narrow  stitched  pleats  are  the  very  essence 
ot  ttie  light-hearted  summer  months 
1  hese  vacation  ideas  are  found  in  ideal 
interpretation  at  The  White  House 


gave  her  an  odd  comforting  sense  of 
knowing  something  about  liYe.  Maybe 
all  things— even  shadows  on  walls — 
had  a  simple  solution,  once  you  could 
play-act  you  weren't  afraid  of  them 

So  she  mused,  munched  her  taffy  and 
promenaded  the  boardwalk  .  .  .  until 
one  day,  for  no  accountable  reason,  she 
realized  she  had  had  enough.  Propped 
up  against  a  sliding  hump  of  sand,  she 
was  watching  two  boys  come  down  the 
beach,  arm  in  arm,  swinging  deep  sea 
tackle  from  their  free  hands,  their  heads 
leaned  together  in  earnest  important 
conversation,  their  heedless  boots  scuffed 
deep  scars  in  the  wet,  hard-packed  sand, 
vandal  boy-marks  on  the  smooth  sur- 
face of  things.  And  the  lordly  way  in 
which  they  shouted  out  some  imperti- 
nence to  her'  .  .  .  free,  insolent,  owning 
the  world,  they  had  no  use  for  girls  who 
sat  quietly  far  up  on  the  dry  sand. 

The  following  morning,  Janet  Strange 
walked  through  the  hotel  lobby,  out 
upon  a  sunny  porch  and  across  a  pungent 
lawn  to  where  the  station-wagon  waited. 
The  telegram  she  had  sent  to  herself  was 
folded  in  her  bag.  She  was  meeting  her 
father  in  New  York.  She  looked  neither 
to  right  nor  left;  but  filled  her  eyes  with 
visions  of  sand  stretches,  a  scooped-out 
throne  far  down  the  beach  and  a  vast 
blue  bosom  of  ocean  that  rose  and  fell 
gently  like  a  sleeping  mother. 

Many  hours  later,  a  red-cap  slammed 
her  bags  down  on  the  zinc-topped 
counter  of  the  Grand  Central  checking 
stand.  She  watched  them  being  stowed 
away  on  a  hidden  shelf,  far  down  a  bag- 
gage-lined corridor.  When  she  emerged 
f^rom  the  station,  her  slender  brown 
fingers  tore  up  the  baggage-checks, 
slowly,  deliberately,  and  the  first  rush 
of  wind  caught  them,  scattered  them — 
irredeemably  as  wind  can  scatter  things. 
Then  she  went  down  the  steps  to  the 
subway.  She  boarded  a  Brooklyn  train 
that  would  take  her  out  to  a  newly 
developed  residential  tract  where,  in  a 
deserted  contractor's  shack,  were  the 
carefully  folded  clothes  of  a  young  boy, 
hidden  under  the  floor  boards. 

»      T      T 

THAT  evening,  the  back  door  of  the 
yellow  frame  house  where  his  father 
and  brothers  lives,  creaked  and  slammed 
shut  as  Don  stepped  into  the  kitchen 
and  playfully  sniffed  at  the  dinner  smells. 
He  pretended  not  to  notice  his  aunt  who 
regarded  him  speechlessly.  Quietly,  her 
thin  arms  stretched  out  to  him  and  he 
embraced  her,  for  the  first  time  in  his 
life.  With  his  arms  about  her,  he  thought 
of  the  many  times  she  had  interceded 
for  him  with  his  family  that  was  so 
boisterously  male.  And  suddenly,  he 
knew  he  would  never  again  need  that 
sort  of  help  from  her.  He  could  even 
march  alone  into  the  dining-room  to 
greet  his  father  and  brothers.  He  didn't 

Continued  on  page  42 


MAY,  1928 


41 


The  Bender  Collection 

C-ontinufJ  Iroiii  page  l"-* 

conception  ot  Hell  and  the  Japanese  ver- 
sion ot  Buddha  vvelcomintj  the  faithful 
to  Paradise  There  are  compositions  or 
flowers  and  hirds  showing  the  Oriental 
mind's  attitude  toward  sheer  loveliness. 
And  all,  bearing  the  seal  of  having  sur- 
vived through  past  generations,  plant  in 
us  the  seeds  ot  comprehension 

In  the  glass  cases  around  the  room 
and  on  the  well  arranged  pedestals  one 
finds  fragments  of  sculpture  or  carvings, 
small  potteries  of  gorgeous  coloring, 
vases  and  bowls,  each  reflective  of  the 
civilization  which  produced  it 


LOOKING  from  one  painting  to  the 
J  next,  from  one  object  to  another, 
the  atmosphere  of  the  room  cloaks  ones 
mind. 

A  calm  settles  over  nerves  tingling 
with  the  rush  of  every  day  events 

Contemplation  pervades  minds  tired 
with  details  of  modern  lite. 

A  step  has  been  taken  toward  under- 
standing the  heritage  of  sister  shores  of 
the  Pacific. 


Prisons  vs  Literary  Bureaus 

Continued  frnm  paKt'  ^^ 

a  very  unwise  thing,  in  my  judgment, 
when  in  addition  to  exacting  the  penalty 
of  the  law — which  calls  for  a  period  of 
penal  servitude — when  in  addition  to 
this  it  starts  arbitrarily  penalizing  artistic 
ability  and  creative  intelligence 

It  seems  to  me  that  the  decent,  the 
humane  thing  for  the  prison  authorities 
to  do  is  to  work  out  this  matter  in  a 
more  intelligent  fashion.  In  a  spirit  of 
Service  I  offer  them  one  solution.  They 
might  make  Booth  and  Tasker  read  all 
convict  manuscripts,  rejecting  all  stories 
palpably  impossible,  and  submitting  the 
balance  to  the  prison  censors.  This,  I  am 
sure,  would  practically  eliminate  the 
censor's  literary  task.  And  the  work 
would  certainly  be  as  hard  on  Tasker 
and  Booth  as  pounding  rock 

▼       ▼       T 

Retrospection  in  A  Minor 

Continued  from  page  20 

anticipated  and  cherished.  They  consti- 
tute the  foundation  of  a  great  spirit. 

Next  year  stimuli  will  arrive  from  all 
parts  of  the  globe  to  further  the  musical 
tradition.  Hertz  is  now  in  Europe;  so  is 
Rethburg;  Jeritza  is  creating  something, 
somewhere;  Piastre  is  in  New  York; 
Fenster  is  in  Hawaii  When  gathered  to- 
gether their  forces  will  emit  something 
An  electrifying  influx  of  energy  will 
make  musical  192S-1929  more  glorious. 

The  lull  is  now  present.  Musical 
critics  can  spend  a  few  nights  at  home 
by  the  fire. 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 

L.»>iiunucU  Iruin  piit(<>*  2^ 

Mr  li vrrcii  N  Bcc  spent  a  week  or  so  in  Loncton  on 
hu  return  from  South  Africa  Mr  lice  »uilej  for  home 
on  the  Bcrenjiaria. 

Mrs  Frederick  W  Boole  of  San  Francisco  was  re- 
cently ho*teM  to  Lady  Deane,  whose  son-in-law  and 
daughter  are  in  the  retinue  of  the  King  and  Queen  of 
Afghanistan 

Miss  Louise  l)oyd  of  Sun  Francisco  was  among  the 
Califomians  who  attended  the  Grand  National  at 
(^heMer. 

Consul  Ccrwral  of  Great  Britain  and  Mrs.  Gerald 
Campbell  arc  >pervJtnK  the  :>ummcr  in  England  On 
their  trip  they  uere  accumpunifd  by  Mrs  C^umpbcll's 
sister.  \1r%  Alan  Scruttun,  who  pushed  a  part  of  the 
winter  in  San  l*rancisco 

Ntrs  Julius  KruitM:hnilt  of  San  Mateo  is  passing  the 
scaM>n  in  Lnglund.  visiting  her  daughter.  Mrs,  Henry 
Oiff  W'oodhousc  NIrs  Kruttschniti  \hill  not  return  to 
her  home  on  the  peninsula  until  late  summer. 

Mr  and  Mrs  C^^sscll  S  Auhyn.  who  make  their  home 
at  the  Huniington  when  in  San  J-'runtisco,  ha\'c  taken 
a  house  in  London  for  a  period  of  months  Later  they 
will  travel  on  the  C^)niincnt  'Ihcir  stay  abroad  will  be 
of  irKlefinitc  duration  While  in  re^idcnce  in  London 
ihey  entertained  the  0)unt  and  Countess  of  Firmian. 
who  was  Miss  Isubelle  Aubyn.  the  sister  of  Mr.  Cassell 
Aubyn  The  Count  and  C>)untess  have  both  visited  San 
F->ancisct>  in  the  past  Their  marriage  took  place  in 
FlorerKe,  April  lO.  Their  future  home  will  bein  San 
Rcmo 

Miss  Joyce  Bt>rden  Turner,  who  visited  San  Fran- 
cisco a  few  years  ago  in  company  with  her  stepfather 
and  mother.  General  and  Mrs  Spears  of  England,  will 
be  presented  at  the  Cx>urt  of  St.  James's  in  Nlay  Owing 
to  the  large  number  of  presentations  to  be  made  this 
season,  live  courts  will  be  held  instead  of  the  usual  four. 
This  prolongs  the  London  season  considerably,  as  the 
dates  for  the  royal  functions  are  May  8,  9  and  23  and 
June  12  artd  I  3. 

Sirs  .Andrew  Welch  and  her  daughter.  Miss  Marie 
N^'elch  are  established  in  Mrs.  Welch's  apartment  in 
Paris  for  the  summer. 

Mr.  Raymond  Armsby  and  Mr  Stanford  Gwin  are 
in  Pans,  after  a  leisurely  trip  along  the  Riviera. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Drank  G.  Drum  are  honeymooning  on 
the  Continent  and  will  divide  their  time  between 
France.  Italy  and  Hngland  Mrs.  Drum  was  the  former 
Miss  Margaret  Power  of  Helena.  Montana. 


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Mr  and  Mrs,  Georges  de  L(it()ur  and  iheir  son. 
Richard  deLattiur.  occompanied  by  Miss  Mary  JollilTc 
sailed  recently  on  the  S  S  Paris  for  France.  The  party 
will  reman  abroad  until  autumn,  and  it  is  expected 
that  the  deLatours*  son-in-law  and  daughter.  theComtc 
(.nd  Cxjmtesse  de  la  Pins,  will  return  to  California  with 
them.  Miss  JoliilTe,  however,  may  remain  abroad  until 
next  year. 

An  interesting  party  comprising  Mrs,  Duane  Bliss. 
her  niece.  Miss  Ruth  Langdon  and  the  Misses  Brnestinc 
and  Verc  de  Vere  Adams,  arc  now  on  the  Continent 
The  Misses  Adams  will  not  return  to  California  until 
early  autumn. 

Among  the  Californians  motoring  on  the  C^ontinent 
this  summer  are  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Hearst  and  Mr. 
and  Mrs,  Gerald  Herrmann.  The  party  plans  a  trip  of 
two  months. 

Mr,  and  Mrs,  Frank  P.  Deering  and  their  daughter, 
Miss  (-"rancesca  Deering,  will  spend  the  summer  in 
Furope.  returning  to  San  Francisco  in  September.  Miss 
Barbara  Ballou.  the  daughter  of  Judge  and  Mrs,  Sidney 
Ballou  who  for  a  number  of  years  lived  in  San  Francisco 
hut  are  now  established  in  New  York,  will  accompany 
the  Dcerings  abroad.  A  visit  to  Bayreuth  during  the 
performance  of  Wagner's  "Ring"  is  a  part  of  the  itin- 
erary. 

Mrs  William  H.  Crocker  is  now  in  her  Paris  apart- 
ment Mrs,  Irwin  Crocker,  accompanied  by  Mrs.  Robert 
B  Henderson  (Jennie  Crocker  Whitman)  is  also  passing 
the  summer  in  Paris. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Robert  C.  Bolton  and  their  debutante 
daughter.  Miss  Betty  Bolton,  will  spend  the  summer  in 
I'lurope.  returning  to  California  late  in  September. 

Mrs  Samuel  Von  Ronkel  and  Miss  Barbara  Von 
Ronkel  are  enjoying  the  beauties  of  Italy  at  the  present 
writing,  Mr,  and  Mrs.  Warren  Spieker  also  spent  the 
first  part  of  their  trip  abroad  in  Italy  and  are  now  in 
Paris  where  they  have  joined  Mr.  Spieker's  brother- 
in-law  and  sister.  Mr,  and  Mrs.  John  S.  Drum. 

Count  and  Countess  Andre  de  Limur  (Ethel  Crocker) 
are  now  in  Paris,  also  Mr.  and  Mrs,  Sheldon  White- 
house,  who  are  visiting  Mrs.  Whitehouse's  mother.  Mrs. 
Charles  B,  Alexander. 

Mrs.  Alan  Lowrey.  her  uncle,  Mr.  James  D, Black  and 
Mrs.  John  V.  Bishop  of  New  Jersey  are  traveling  to- 
gether on  the  Continent  this  summer. 

Mrs.  Harry  Horsley  Scott  and  Mrs  Walter  Scott 
Martin  are  in  Paris  where  they  met  Mrs.  Martin's 
brother.  Mr.  Prescott  Scott,  who  has  been  in  South 
America. 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  Henry  Cartan  Jr.  (Barbara  Sesnon) 
who  are  on  their  honeymoon,  were  in  Spain  at  last  ac- 
counts. They  were  in  Seville  for  Easter  week,  after  hav- 
ing been  in  Cairo.  Later  in  the  month  they  will  visit 
Paris  and  the  Riviera. 


The  Story  of  Janet  Strange 

C'ontinuud  from  page  40 

feel  the  least  bit  afraid,  though  they 
were  shouting  noisily,  as  they  always  did 
just  before  the  food  was  brought  in. 

He  swung  open  the  door  and  stood 
on  the  threshold,  grinning.  He  looked 
so  vigorous,  so  brown,  so  buoyant  and 
so  sure.  His  father  had  never  believed 
his  note  that  said  he  was  running  away 
to  sea  for  a  little  while.  Yet  there  he 
stood,  weathered  as  a  sailor,  eyes  shining 
and  untroubled — a  little  mysterious, 
perhaps,  with  the  knowledge  of  horizons 
none  of  them  had  seen. 

There  was  a  shout  of  welcome,  the 
inevitable  back-thumping  and  a  tidal 
wave  of  questions.  For  a  moment,  Don 
felt  as  though  he  were  going  to  be  car- 
ried under.  Then  the  voice  of  his  father 
boomed  out  above  all  the  rest ; 

"But  Don  .  .  .  they've  made  a  man 
otyeh!"  . . .  and  the  big  man's  eyes  flamed 
through  incredulity  to  swift  pride. 

With  his  father's  pronouncement 
ringing  in  his  ears,  Don  sat  down  to  spin 
them  a  sailor's  yarn. 


Mr.  and  Mrs.  Willard  Chamberlin  (Inez  Kesney)  are   i 
sailing  for  tfie  Continent  in  May.  Their  home  is  now  in 
Pittsburgh. 

Mrs.  H.  Percival  Dodge,  formerly  Miss  Agnes  Page- 
Brown  of  San  Francisco,  is  greatly  enjoying  life  in  the 
diplomatic  and  social  circles  of  Copsnhagsn.  Mr.  Dodge 
is  the  American  Minister  to  Denmark.  Recently  Mr. 
and  Mrs,  Dodg:  entertained  at  a  dinner  given  in  honor 
of  Prince  Gustave  and  Princess  Thyram,  brother  and 
sister  of  the  King  of  Denmark. 


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Capital,  Reserve  and  Contingent  Funds 4,850,000.00 

Employees'    Pension     Fund    over    $600,000.00, 

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Managing  Direclor 


The  quiet  and  comfort  of  home  for  the 

permanent  or  overnight  stay The 

color  and  life  of  the  great  city  epito- 
mized in  Peacock  Court,  where  chef, 
maitred'  hotel  and  Anson  Weeks' 
orchestra  cater  to  the  tastes 
of  every  guest. 


CABLE   ADDRCaS 

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Roger  I 

Arrived  a  week  ago.  May  is  my  pet  month. 
San  Francisco  my  pet  city.  The  two  combine  as  well 
as  wings  on  an  angel. 

Ten  years  away  -  changes  are  inevitable. 
(Jigantic  office  buildings  and  New  Yorkish  apartment 
houses  etch  themselves  against  the  sky.   But  a  dozen 
square  miles  of  these  couldn't  alter  the  things  that 
are  San  Francisco's  -  the  things  the  traveler  loves 
and  looks  for. 

It's  the  same  old  hilly  town  with  its 
brilliant  curve  of  sapphire  bay  and  its  tonicy  fog. 

Take  this  hotel.   It's  a  symbol  of  the 
growth,  the  changes  and  the  curious  permanency  of 
the  place.   I  remember  it  when  it  was  half  its 
present  size.   A  slim,  eager,  young  hostelry.   I 
knew  it  as  a  plump  matron  wise  in  the  ways  of 
pleasing  the  world.   And  now,  though  they've  spent 
a  fortune  in  refurnishing  and  redecorating  the  Gods 
be  praised  -  they  haven't  destroyed  the  atmosphere 
that  has  lured  the  vagabond  here  from  every  corner 
of  this  fascinating  globe.   She  reminds  me  now  of  a 
handsome  dowager  who  has  refused  to  step  aside  and 
be  content  to  merely  vatch  the  Big  Parade  go  by. 
She's  had  her  face  lifted,  freshly  painted.   Her 
dress  is  of  modern  swank.   One  admires  her  for  it  - 
the  while  blessing  the  fact  that  she  has  somehow 
retained  all  the  graces  that  are  the  benediction 
of  age. 

Like  "laces  or  ivory  or  gold"  she  has 
grown  lovely  growing  old.   The  proof  of  the  pudding 
is  this  -  I  came  to  stay  two  days.   When  will  I 
leave?   I  should  like  to  say  -  never. 


Faithf 


THt  THEATRE 
Ai  CAZAK    The  Lady  .\'cxt  Door.  Dale  Winter 

returns  in  triumph  to  San  Francisco  bringing 

eight  splcnJid  troupers  with  her. 
Capitol   Appearances.  Last  evidences  of  faith 

will  be  June  \o.  Mr.  Brehany  promised  much 

of  the  frivolous  after  that. 
CoLUMniA     The   Detour.   Last  olTering  of  the 

Moroni    Olscn    group    to    he    followed    by 

Kongo,  a  torrid  drama  of  the  tropics. 
Cu»RAN ;  The  Constant  Wife.  The  Barrymore 

tradition  gives  way  shortly  to  the  Shubert 

in  A  .\teht  of  Spain. 
Fulton  (Oakland) :  Charles  Ruggles  as  guest 

star  in  musical  comedy  successes.   A^o,  No, 

Nanette  is  promised  shortly. 
Geary:   The  I^acket.  Newspapermen  and  the 

police    force   take   the   stage    and   entertain 

solidly  for  two  hours.  To  be  followed  by 

The   Command   to   Love   with    Mary    Nash. 

Basil  Rathbone,  Violet  Kemblc  Cooper  and 

Henry  Stephenson. 
Green   Street:    Ten    Nights    in    a    Barroom. 

Should  be  a  priceless  brawl. 
Players  Guild  :  Craig's  Wife.  The  Guild  close 

their  season  with  a  fine  cast  in  a   Pulitzer 

Prize  offering. 
President:  Chicken  Feed.  Some  weak  oats  to 

be    followed    by    that    charming    play    of 

adolescence  called  Tommy. 

MOTION  PICTURES 
Embassy  :  The  Lion  and  the  Mouse.  The  first 

all   talking  picture.   An   adaptation  on   the 

Vitaphone  of  the  old  play  and  story  with 

Lionel     Barrymore,     Alec     Francis,      May 

McAvoy,  and  William  Collier,  Jr.  speaking 

their  roles.  Don't  miss  it. 
California:  Rumored  as  closed  till  a  tenant 

can  be  located. 
Granada:    Light   pictures   and    Publix    stage 

acts. 
St.  Francis:  Sunrise,  to  be  followed  by  Four 

Sons.  Both  arc  gems. 
Warfield:    Light    pictures    with    such    stage 

luminaries  as  Sally  Rand,  Bessie  Love,  Ann 

Pennington,   and   Fatty   Arbucklc   to   cheer 

the  populace. 

VAUDEVILLE 
Orpheum  :    Marion    Harris,    Eugene    O'Brien 

and  Jeanne  Eagcls  head  the  new  stars. 
Pantaoes:  Mabel  Taliaferro  and  others  on  the 

stage.  Good  Fox  screen  features. 
Golden  Gate:  Six  acts  of  Vaudeville  and  a 

picture 


MUSIC 
June  24:  San   Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra 
at     Hillsborough     in     Woodland    Theatre. 
Albert  Coatcs,  conductor. 

June  26:  San  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra 
at  Civic  Auditorium.  Albert  Coates,  con- 
ductor. 

LECTURES 

Mrs.  Guy  U.  Purdy:  Contract  Bridge  En- 
semhtc,  Fairmont  Hotel,  June  5,  12,  19  and 
26. 

Sheridan  Bickers  :  Vital  Problems  of  Modern 
Life,  Paul  Elder's,  evenings  of  June  7,  17, 
21  and  28 — afternoons  of  June  5,  12  and  19. 

Hon.  James  D.  Phelan  :  I{eviciv  of  "Love  and 
7",  by  Ednah  Aiken,  Paul  Elder's,  afternoon 
of  June  9. 

Charles  Cai  dwell  Dobie:  Review  of  "Sal- 
vage All",  Paul  Elder's  afternoon  of  June  16. 

DINING  AND  DANCING 

The  St.  Francis,  Rumors  are  abroad  that  Art 

Hickman  is  about  to  return  to  his  first  love. 
Fairmont,  Rudy  Seigcr  and  his  orchestra  play- 
ing in  luxurious  and  quiet  surroundings. 
Mark   Hopkins,   The   Peacock   Court   is  still 

the  smart  rendezvous. 
The    Clift    Lounge,    Delightful    atmosphere 

with  charming  people. 
Julius's  Castle,  One  of  the  institutions  that 

make  the  town  famous. 
Courtyard  Tea   Room,   450   Grant   Avenue. 

Where  one  can  dine  inside  or  out.  Especially 

recommended  for  Sunday  evenings. 
Jungletown,  502  Broadway,  Josephine  Baker's 

idea  of  Paradise. 
Manmaru  Tei,  546  Grant  Avenue,  Where  a 

Madame  Butterfly  will  serve  you  Japanese 

cooking. 
Alladin    Studio,    Collegiate,    but    amusing, 

although  a  bit  rough. 
Temple  Bar  Tea  Room,  No.   1  Tillinan,  Try 

and  get  in. 
Russian  Tea  Room,   1001    Vallejo,   a  bit  of 

old  Russia  transplanted  to  our  own  Russian 

Hill. 
Post  Street  Cafeteria,  62  Post  Street,  The 

"Grand  Dame"  of  the  Cafeterias. 
Cafe    Marquade,    For    informal    spirit    and 

casual  entertainment. 


New  Shanghai  Cafe,  332  Grant  Avenue,  One 
of  those  places  that  every  San  Franciscan 
and  every  out  of  towner  should  see. 

Aledeane  Tea  Room,  275  Post  Street,  A  new 
find,  excellent  food,  with  a  view  of  Union 
Square  that  is  reminiscent  of  Paris. 

ART 

courtesy  of  the  ARGUS 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie — Through  June  8, 
water  colors,  pastels  and  drawings  by  Ray 
Boynton.  June  11  to  15,  paintings  and  draw- 
ings by  artist  members  of  the  Club  Beaux  Arts 
(to  be  drawn  for  June  12  by  patron  members) 
June  iS  to  30,  group  show  by  artist  members. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legion  of 
Honor — June  1  to  15,  paintings  by  Henrietta 
Shore,  under  auspices  of  the  San  Francisco 
Society  of  Women  Artists  in  co-operation  with 
the  Legion  Palace.  Rare  Persian  art  from  the 
collection  of  Dr.  Ali-Kuli  Khan.  Permanent 
collections. 

De  Young  Memorial  Museum — Perma- 
nent collections  of  painting  and  sculpture  by 
American  and  European  artists. 

East  West  Gallery  of  Fine  Arts — June  i 
to  15,  eighteenth  century  colored  French  en- 
gravings. June  16  to  30,  modern  Chinese 
finger  paintings  by  Kwi  Dun. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery — Through  June  9, 
woodblock  prints  by  Rockwell  Kent.  June  n 
to  30,  old  maps  of  the  16th,  17th  and  iSth 
centuries.  July  2  to  28,  lithographs,  wood- 
blocks and  etchings  by  C.  A.  Seward. 

S.  &  G.  Gump  Gallery — June  1  to  30, 
etchings  by  Max  Pollock  of  Vienna.  Paintings 
and  etchings  by  California  artists. 

Persian  Art  Centre — Rare  Persian  minia- 
tures, tiles,  rugs  and  textiles  from  the  collec- 
tion of  Dr.  Ali-Kuli  Khan. 

Augustus  Pollack  Gallery — Chinese 
paintings  and  ceramics. 

Swedish  Applied  Arts — Hand-woven  tex- 
tiles. Glassware,  pewter  and  pottery. 

VicKERY,  Atkins  &  Torrey — General  exhi- 
bition of  etchings. 

Gertrude  Wood  Gallery — Paintings  by 
Bertha  Stringer  Lee. 

Willard  E.  Worden  Gallery — Until 
June  10,  etchings  by  Anton  Shutz  and  others. 
Paintings  by  California  artists. 


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The  Supreme  Art 

Being  Some  Notes  on  the  Nature  of  Poetry 


Editor  s  Note:  Miss  Field  composed  these  notes  on 
the  nature  of  poetry  for  a  lecture  which  she  gave  re- 
cently. A  further  excerpt  from  the  same  lecture  will  be 
published  next  month. 


MY  ATTITUDE  toward  Poetry  is  not 
esoteric  or  aristocratic.  It  is 
democratic.  It  is  a  mistake  to 
think  of  the  poet  as  detached  from  the 
rank  and  file  of  humanity.  Rather  poetry 
exists  and  poets  continue  to  be  born  be- 
cause poetry  is  man's  thought,  feeling 
and  experience  raised  to  the  nth  degree. 
Poetry  is  the  concentrated  essence  of  the 
human  soul.  The  poet  differs  from  his 
fellows  only  in  this;  that  in  him  are 
heightened  those  faculties  and  sensi- 
bilities common  to  all  to  such  a  degree 
that  he  is  able  to  give  exciting  or  magi- 
cal utterance  to  what  man,  as  individ- 
uals and  as  a  mass, dumbly  yearns  to  say. 
One  is  not  drawn  toward  his  book- 
shelf of  poetry  because  poetry  is  alien  to 
him  but  because  it  is  part  of  him.  It  lies 
within  him  in  an  unresolved  and  form- 
less state.  Vague  intimations  of  it  stir 
him  to  incomprehensible  longings. 
"Man  shall  not  live  by  bread  alone,  but 
by  every  word  of  God"  and  what  word 
does  he  thunder  at  this  Universe  more 
often  that  Beauty.  So  long  as  one  has  a 
flower  garden  or  even  a  flower  box  he 
makes  a  poetic  confession.  For  until  the 
time  of  some  vegetarian  Utopia  comes 
when  we  may  eat  sun  flowers  for  break- 
fast and  evening  primroses  for  supper,  a 
flower  garden  is  of  no  practical  use.  It  is 
merely  beautiful.  Since,  then,  we  are  all 
of  the  stuff  that  poetry  is  made  of  and 
our  little  lives  rounded  by  poetry,  it  may 
be  of  interest  to  examine  its  nature.  It 
will  be  a  most  unsatisfactory  thing  It 
will  be,  at  the  most,  a  superficial  brush- 


By  SARA  BARD  FIELD 

ing  of  the  surface.  We  shall  never  fully 
understand  it.  The  poets  have  tried  and 
failed.  Science  has  tried  and  failed.  Like 
the  gods,  poetry  keeps  its  significant  dis- 
tance from  the  ground  of  full  under- 
standing. When  all  the  books  about  it 
have  been  written  and  read  and  all  the 
light  of  human  intellect  turned  full  upon 
it,  we  shall  still  have  to  cover  it  with 
that  word  so  hated  by  exact  science — 
magic. 

▼      T      T 

POETRY  is  the  supreme  art.  There 
seems  to  be  no  quarrel  about  that. 
This  is  not  true  because  poets  possess 
any  arrogant  superiority  over  other  art- 
ists Far  from  it  It  has  nothing  to  do 
with  the  superior  character,  mentality 
or  creative  power  of  the  poet  Indeed  it 
has  nothing  at  all  to  do  with  the  poets. 
Beethoven  and  Wagner  were  creators  of 
the  same  proportion  as  the  great  epic 
and  dramatic  poets;  Schubert  and  Cho- 
pin with  the  greatest  of  the  lyric.  The 
pre-Raphaelites  were  painters  large, 
mystical  and  significant  as  Dante 
Michael  Angelo  was  a  titan  of  Dante's 
own  stature  Donatello  gave  us  as  ten- 
der yet  severely  modeled  form  as  Pe- 
trarch's exquisite  formality  of  sonnet 
form  In  our  own  day,  to  turn  to  another 
art,  Isadora  Duncan  was  as  important 
and  revolutionary  a  creator  in  the  art  of 
the  dance — an  art  that  affected  all  artists 
who  came  into  contact  with  it — as  any 
poet  our  time  has  produced. 

No,  it  is  not  the  artist,  nor  the  creator, 
who  determines  the  pinnacle  place  ot 
Poetry.  It  is  some  thing  for  which  the 
poet  is  no  more  responsible  than  the 
sculptor  for  his  marble.  It  is  his  medium. 


You  can  readily  see  that  pigment,  clay, 
stone,  a  musical  instrument,  the  human 
body  or  throat  are  none  of  them  as  flex- 
ible an  instruinent  as  words.  Look  at 
the  very  source  of  words.  They  do  not 
come  from  beyond  us — not  through  an 
external  instrument.  One  might  say 
language  is  the  only  medium  that  is  not 
objective.  It  is  so  identified  with  man's 
inner  being  as  to  be  subjective  matter. 
1  3nguage  itself  is  a  profound  work  of 
the  imagination.  Poetry,  then,  is  the  only 
art  that  is  produced  through  an  unma- 
tcriil  medium.  It  is  iTian's  imagination, 
in  terms  of  a  work  of  man's  imagina- 
tion. No  wonder  it  is  the  art  closest  to 
the  soul  of  man.  Language  is  bone  of  his 
bone,  flesh  of  his  flesh.  Nothing  is  closer 
to  him  except  silence,  the  ultimate 
Voice.  Man  carries  language  with  him, 
and  has  down  through  the  centuries,  in 
such  close  proximity  to  the  faculty  we 
call  thought  that  they  seem  one  and  in- 
separable and  the  old  controversy  goes 
on :  Can  a  man  think  without  words!' 
Man  has  bent  and  shaped  this  delicate 
and  powerful  medium  of  communica- 
tion to  his  need  for  expression  till  it  has 
taken  on  infinite  shades  and  degrees  of 
meaning.  In  the  true  poet's  hand  it  can 
follow  swiftly  as  ones  own  shadow,  the 
thoughts  and  caprices  of  the  soul — fol- 
low but  never  overtake.  No  poet  nor  all 
the  poets  and  other  artists  combined 
could  do  that.  The  soul  of  man  is  the 
well  that  art  can  never  fill  to  the  top  nor 

exhaust  to  the  bottom. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

POETRY,  then,  comes   nearer  than  any 
oth^r   art  to  expressing    man's  life 
only  because  of  its  soul-made,  flexible, 

Continued  on  page  34 


10 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


WE  sHoi'LD  perhaps  have  looked 
about  for  guiding  or  forbidJing 
sign  But  our  thoughts  lor  the  moment 
floated  in  the  ether  ot  aesthetic  enjoy- 
ment and  we  had  no  eye  tor  such  earthly 
things  Before  our  eyes  opened  a  room, 
fantastically,  mythically  yet  exquisitely 
done  in  the  mode  of  the  modern  French. 


Its  colors  were  enchanting,  daring  and 
many.  Its  furniture  and  ornamentation 
perfect  expositions  of  the  futuristic  as 
now  expressed  in  the  practical  and 
decorative. 

We  strayed  in  and  sinking  into  a  chair 
proceeded  to  revel  in  the  scene  through 
the  heightening  haze  of  cigarette  smoke. 
A  lady  entered  and  broke  our  reverie. 
She  seemed  slightly  startled  at  the 
presence  of  a  mere  male.  Conversation- 
ally inclined,  we  passed  a  few  light  re- 
marks upon  the  effectiveness  of  the  dis- 
play Could  she  enlighten  us  as  to  its 
purpose  in  the  Fairmont  lobby?  Yes,  she 
could.  The  lady  became  just  a  trifle  em- 
phatic as  she  informed  us  that ;  "This  is 
the  ladies'  dressing  room!" 

In  a  day  in  which  the  equality  of  the 
sexes  is  a  loud  and  not  to  be  disregarded 
note,  it  seems  hardly  fair  to  us  that  this 
room  should  be  for  the  ladies  alone.  We 
suggest  that  the  management  of  the 
Fairmont  set  aside  one  night  a  week 
when  all  males  may  legitimately  enter 
these  rooms  that  are  so  "utterly  other — ■ 
so  frightfully  modern  and  mad."  Such  a 
dispensation  would  somewhat  relieve 
the  sting  and  indignity  of  the  invasion 
of  our  favored  barber  shops  by  the  fair 
sex. 

T       T       T 

LOST,  strayed  or  stolen  I 
J     Cameron  Prud'homme ! ! 

Somewhere  in  Los  Angeles  or  its 
vicinity  Finder  kindly  return  to  The 
Players'  Guild,  San  Francisco. 

Reward:  the  honest  gratitude  of  his 
admirers  who  recognize  his  unique  abil- 
ity to  lift  Player  Guild  productions  out 
of  their  present  deep  and  dreary  rut. 

We  shudder  at  the  dismal  thought 
that  he  has  strayed  or  been  stolen  i  erma- 
nently 

T      »      T 

A  CERTAIN  gentleman  whose  strivings 
to  attain  the  high  places  in  the 
social  ladder  have  been  the  main  spring 
of  much  sly  wit  among  those  who  se- 
curely occupy  its  higher  pinnicles  has 


unwittingly  revealed  the  secret  of  his 
technique  in  the  upward  climb.  The  as- 
piring one  it  seems  was  about  to  em- 
bark upon  an  extended  European  tour. 

Now  just  a  plain  European  tour  in 
these  days  produces  not  a  surface  ripple 
on  the  social  seas.  Movie  stars,  oil 
barons,  school  marms,  snap  fastener 
kings,  and  others  of  like  obscure  sources 
of  suddenly  acquired  wealth  depart  daily 
for  Europe  and  swarm  over  its  surface. 
To  make  one's  European  tour  a  social 
asset  one  must  lift  oneself  above  these 
plebian  hordes. 

The  gentleman  of  our  consideration  is 
as  resourceful  as  he  is  aspiring.  For  the 
ready  reference  of  those  haughty  god- 
desses, the  society  editors,  he  had  neatly 
typed  complete  outlines  of  his  depar- 
tures, arrivals,  stop-overs  and  sojourns 
on  the  proposed  tour.  Upon  such  and 
such  a  date  he  would  attend  a  certain 
London  function  and  mingle  with  cer- 
tain named  elect  of  the  British  capital. 
Then  would  follow  a  state  reception 
given  by  the  Royal  Family  of  Belgium. 
For  so  many  weeks  he  would  travel  in 
company  with  or  be  the  house  guest  of 
Count  and  Countess  de  Somebody  of 
France.  No  point  was  overlooked;  no 
glamorous  resort  or  personality  omitted. 
In  the  eleventli  hour  rush  of  departure, 
and  no  doubt  while  he  was  personally 


conveying  these  sacred  documents  to  the 
several  society  editors  in  town,  our  am- 
bitious friend  had  the  misfortune  to  lose 
them  on  the  street. 

The  tour  which  was  to  have  been 
such  a  well  heralded  triumph  is  now  but 
the  unsung  itinerary  of  another  plebian 
tourist. 

T      T      T 

THAT  the  sweetly  altruistic  ideal  of 
internationalism  may  in  the  not 
distant  future  find  tangible  expression 
among  the  masses  and  that  San  Fran- 
cisco may  be  the  birth  place  of  this 
worthy  end  appears  possible  in  recent 
festivities  to  which  our  Little  Italy  gave 
itself  with  true  Latin  gusto.  Chancing 
through  its  thoroughfares  on  the  day  in 
question,  we  found  its  stores  closed.  In 
the  cigar  stands,  restaurants  and  other 
corners  of  convivial  congregating  the 
citizens  of  the  quarter  surrendered  to  re- 
joicing and  merrymaking.  Wine,  con- 
versation and  gesticulation  flowed  at  a 
great  rate. 


Some  sort  of  a  national  holiday, 
thought  we.  To  satisfy  our  curiosity  we 
inquired  what  event  in  Italy's  history 
occasioned  this  outburst.  The  one  to 
whom  we  addressed  our  queries  looked 
at  us  with  pointed  forebearance  and  con- 
descension. We  began  to  have  the 
humiliating  suspicion  that  we  had  be- 
trayed ignorance  in  some  timely  and 
weighty  matter.  This,  we  were  informed 
grandly,  was  no  mere  national  holiday. 


Such  restricted  concepts  are  distinctly 
out  of  harmony  with  the  broad  spirit  of 
the  day.  This  was  an  International  Holi- 
day. It  was  the  birthday  of  Amadeo  P.i 
Giannini. 


WE  BECOME  kin  to  Cicero — that  im- 
mortal and  mighty  orator,  who 
mourned  the  disintegrating  Roman  Em- 
pire and  wept  that  small  and  inconsc- 
quental  things  should  creep  into  the  high 
places  of  a  once  great  and  majestic  city. 
We  are  sensitively  conscious  of  how  the 
man  felt;  how  the  futility  about  him 
saddened  and  broke  him. 

We  have  read  of  the  unseemly  wrangle 
in  which  our  august  Board  of  Super- 
visors engaged  in  when  certain  members 
offered  a  resolution  protesting  against 
the  plan  of  the  musical  interests  of  the 
city  presenting  the  Summer  Symphony 
programs  in  Dreamland  Pavilion  in- 
stead of  the  Auditorium.  To  what  bru- 
talizing depths  we  may  yet  be  dragged 
is  mirrored  in  the  arguments  of  those 
supporting  this  resolution,  who  held 
that  the  musical  leaders  are  bent  on  dese- 
crating a  great  shrine  of  the  fistic  art. 
Where  is  the  vaunted  wisdom  of  these 
erring  ones  that  they  do  not  see  that  the 
musical  interests  are  driven  to  this  course 
because  the  Auditorium  is  dedicated 
throughout  the  summer  to  the  blare  and 
rush  of  convention  hordes' 

But  even  so,  a  Cicero  appears  in  the 
person  of  Supervisor  Alfred  Roncovieri, 
himself  a  musician  of  no  despised  skill. 
Supervisor  Roncovieri  ably  defended  the 
melody  of  his  trombone  against  the 
deadening  thud  of  padded  gloves  on 
naked  bodies  But  he  was  drowned  out; 
his  eloquence  prevailed  not.  By  due  and 
solemn  form  of  voting  the  resolution 
was  upheld.  Well  may  we  cry  O  Tem- 
pores,  O  Mores! 


]       JUNE,  1928 

WE  HEARD  a  man  ask  his  dinner 
partner  if  she  was  famiUar  with 

!'       the  New  Yorker.   "I'm  not,"  she  said. 

I  (Remarkable  answer!  A  tribute  to  the 
honesty  of  one  woman  We  seem  to 
have  the  evil  luck  of  always  sitting  next 
to  women  who  refuse  to  admit  not  be- 

l  ing  familiar  with  anything.)  "What  is 
it,"  she  asked,  "another  Town  Topics?" 
Her  companion  laughed  "On  the  con- 
trary! The  one  I'd  pay  to  keep  my 
name  out  of.  The  other  I'd  pay  to 
squeeze  my  name  in!" 


As  HARD  working  journalists  we 
y\^^i^^£  often  wondered  upon  the  way 
and  power  of  those  suavely  clever  ones, 
who  discourse  learnedly  upon  occult  lore 
and  mysticism.  A  certain  gentleman  of 
this  clan  who  has  been  operating  ex- 
tensively of  late  in  this  city  with  the 
usual  flurry  among  those  who  are  ren- 
dered insensibly  smug  by  the  acquisition 
of  spiritualistic  qualities.  The  qualities 
are  attained,  of  course,  through  parting 
with  the  necessary  amount  of  low  and 
common  lucre.  The  attainments  of  this 
Messiah  are  many.  He  modestly  admits 
being  a  renowned  author,  traveler  and 
lecturer.  He  has  plumbed  occult  depths 
not  even  suspected  by  lesser  mortals. 
His  childhood,  he  related  impressively 
to  open-mouthed  audiences  was  spent  in 
company  with  an  aged  and  learned 
Indian  seer.  He  does  not  know  who  his 
parents  were. 

As  a  dirty-faced  youngster  the  now  all 
wise  one  haunted  these  scenes  and  par- 
ticularly the  tents  of  gypsy  fortune  tel- 
lers. Presently  swathed  in  a  long  robe, 
his  head  in  a  turban,  his  face  hennaed, 
he  himself  squatted  in  a  tent  and  told 
fortunes.  He  held  the  hands  of  innumer- 


able Mamie  Babbitts  from  the  mid- 
West  hinterlands  and  assured  them  that 
their  truck  driver  boy  friends  were  true 
to  them  or  perchance  that  they  would 
achieve  dazzling  fame  and  handsomely 
dark  lovers  in  the  movies. 

But  all  this  was  amateurish  and  simple 
truck.  Discontent  and  ambition  stirred 
the  soul  of  the  budding  lecturer,  author 
and  traveler.  He  applied  himself  digil- 
gently  to  mysticism,  occultism,  rein- 
carnation and  the  higher  branches  of  his 
calling.  These  mastered,  the  Mamie 
Babbitts  are  abandoned,  despised  and 
forgotten.  Instead  he  is  elegant,  impres- 
sive and  scholarly  among  fine  ladies,  clad 
in  furs,  diamonds  and  soft  silks. 


WHEN  we  were  very  small  and  re- 
garded a  down  town  shopping 
trip  with  our  mother  as  quite  an  event, 
our  father  had  the  delightful  paternal 
custom  of  bestowing  upon  us  a  dime 
upon  promise  that  we  would  not  ask  too 
many  questions  nor  clamor  to  come 
home  before  the  shopping  was  com- 
pleted The  motive  behind  this  gift  was 
nothing  we  ever  quibbled  over  A  dime 
was  a  dime  and  represented  wealth  and 
one  large  bubbly  ice  cream  soda,  it  be- 
ing in  the  days  before  Mr.  Rockefeller 
attached  such  ironic  significance  to  the 
small  coin. 

Clutching  our  dime  we  boarded  the 
street  car  with  high  expectations.  Now 
the  window  ledges  on  those  street  cars 
were  diabolical  contraptions.  They  were 


hinged  and  never  could  we  resist  explor- 
ing the  mysteries  of  those  hinged  ledges. 
Likely  as  not  we  paid  for  our  curiosity 
with  the  loss  of  our  dime,  which  disap- 
peared beyond  recovery  in  the  aperture 
beneath  the  ledge.  Powell  Street  cars  of 
a  vintage  no  longer  in  service  possessed 
a  particularly  healthy  appetite  for  juve- 
nile dimes. 

Never   have   we    ceased   to    wonder 
what   became  of  all   those  dimes  and 
whom  they   finally  enriched  when   the 
cars  were  wrecked.  Many  times  in  far 
away,  heartless  and  less  delightful  cities 
our    fancy   strayed    back    to    those    lost 
dimes.   We  conjured  up  visions  of  the 
coffee  and  cakes  that  could  be  bought 
with  them,  having  by  this  time  learned 
the  folly  of  squandering  dimes  on  sodas 
There  were  moments  when  we   won- 
dered  desperately   if  it  would   do   any 
good  to  write  to  the  street  car  company, 
imploring   the   restoration   of  our   lost 
and  sorely  needed  wealth.  Now  that  we 
have  reached  the  part  of  age  we  resort  to 
philosophy.   Most  likely  the  man  who 
wrecked  the  cars  and   found  our  long 
mourned  dimes  had  juveniles  of  his  own 
whose   hearts   were   gladdened   by   this 
manna  from  heaven.  Who  knows?  At 
least,  it  is  a  comforting  thought. 

T      T      T 

JUST  as  faces  mirror  the  hidden 
thoughts  within  a  mortal's  mind  so 
houses  reflect  the  personality  of  their 
occupants.  There  is  a  house  that  holds 
rainbowed  tiers  of  rare  books,  quan- 
tities of  old  furniture  and  prints  .  .  . 
and  quite  the  loveliest  lady  we  know 
lives  there! 

Tea-time    in    her    drawing-room    is 
guaranteed    re-creation    for    any    jaded 


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soul  We  told  her  as  much  yesterday  as 
the  fire  sputtered  and  a  brass  kettle 
hummed  a  merry  little  tune.  We  told 
her  of  our  sincere  response  to  the  books, 
the  furniture  and  the  prints. 

"They  are  very  dear  to  me,"  she  said, 
"but  nothing  means  quite  as  much  as 
this  tea  set.  It  has  been  in  my  family  for 
two  hundred  years  and  there  is  not  a 
piece  missing   Fancy  that." 

We  did  ..  .  as  well  as  the  quaint 
eight-sided  blue  tea  things.  We  picked 
up  a  cup  to  examine  it  more  closely. 
How  did  it  happen?  Don't  ask !  We  only 
know  that  suddenly  it  lay  on  the  floor 
in  fragments  We  stared  at  it  hypno- 
tized and  our  ears  thundered  the  echo: 
.    .    .  not  a  piece  missing  .    .    ." 

".  .  been  in  my  family  for  two 
hundred  years  .    .    ." 

Our  agonized  eyes  turned  to  our 
hostess  in  time  to  catch  a  quick  motion 
of  her  hand.  Another  cup  scattered  into 
blue  bits  upon  the  hearth. 

"There,"  she  said,  "now  we're  part- 
ners in  crime" 

▼      T      T 

Oauntering       along       Montgomery 
O  Street  we  chanced  to  note  a  crowd 
thronging  the  newly  opened  quarters  of 
a  financial  house  in  one  of  the  newer 
buildings    gracing    that    thoroughfare. 
Having  nothing  better  to  do,  we  stepped 
in  and  there  greeted  our  amazed  gaze 
convincing    proof    that     Big    Business 
throbs  sensitively  to  light,  color,  to  art 
and  abstract  beauty.  There  are  flowers  in 
profusion    There  are  vases  and  urns  in 
classic   shapes   strewn    about.    But    the 
walls  and  ceilings — ah,  these  are  a  last- 
ing   triumph.     Gorgeous    murals    run 
around  three  sides  of  the  room.   The 
ceiling   is  splendid   in   soft  shades  and 
illusive  lighting.  Evidently  this  firm  had 
retained   its   own   architects   and   deco- 
rators and  given  them  a  generous  hand. 
Our   impressive   daze   was  shattered 
by  a  youth,  bearing  all  the  earmarks  of 
being  schooled  in  the  modern  University 
of  Service.  "Is  there  something  I  can  do 
for  you?"  he  inquired  solicitously.  Com- 
menting upon  the  exc^ellence  of  the  new 
quarters,  we  inquired  whom  the- archi- 
tect,  painter  and  decorators  might  be. 


Bewilderment  flooded  the  face  of  the 
youth.  Plainly  this  was  not  on  his  list  of 
questions  and  answers.  "The  ar-chi- 
teck,"  he  informed  us,  "Maybe  he  wuz 
the  guy  what  jumped  off  the  building." 
The  San  Franciscans 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


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Grace  Cathedral 

San  Francisco  Aspires  to  a  Spiritual  Crown 


RisiNO  with  magnihcciu  dignity 
from  the  crest  of  Noh  Hill 
Ciracc  Cathedral  will  cast  a 
spiritual  benediction  o\cr  future  San 
Francisco  its  cross-tiprtJ  spir*^'  ^  ^yrn- 
hol  of  mankind's  eternal  seeking,  will 
surely  beckon  tomorrow's  throngs  to 
momentary'  peace  For  today  the  relig- 
ious forces  of  the  city  are  uniting  to 
build  a  monument  to  spiritual  progress. 
Cathedrals  have  alvvays  been  more 
than  the  expressions  of  a  single  creed 
The  great  stone  structures  that  rose  out 
of  the  Middle  Ages  were  animated  by 
the  aspirations  of  the  entire  community 
And  since  each  community  subscribed  to 
a  single  creed,  the  cathedral  used  the 
forms  and  modes  of  expression  of  that 
doctrine,  but  the  structure  itself  has 
always  superceded  canons  of  doctrine 
and  ministered  to  humanity  with  a  spirit 
born  of  the  contributions  ot  the  people 
that  built  it 

in  the  same  way  cathedrals  built  to- 
day are  dominated  by  the  spiritual  pulse 
of  the  age  irrespective  of  the  forms  of 
service  used  by  their  custodians  The 
same  call  of  idealism  which  resulted  in 
the  great  edifices  of  the  past  today  effects 
an  amalgamation  of  spiritual  elTort  al- 
most incredible  in  this  day  ot  pigeon- 
holed religion 

The  very  fact  that  San  Francisco,  with 
its  hundreds  of  creeds  and  its  thousands 
of  people  who  subscribe  to  no  creed  at 
all,  should  unite  under  the  leadership  ot 
dnc  denomination  to  erect  a  cathedral 
demonstrates  the  immutable  quality  of 
humanity's  faith  For  Grace  Cathedral 
will  never  be  a  copy  of  any  Old  World 
structure  It  could  not  be  even  a  revival 
of  a  spirit  that  is  past  Even  as  houses 
can  be  copied,  while  a  home  must  grow 
out  of  the  spirit  ot  its  builders,  endowed 
churches  can  be  uprooted  from  foreign 
soil  and  transplanted  in  reminiscent 
entirely  but-a  cathedral  is  inevitably  the 
result  of  the  forces  gathered  in  its 
making 

The  idea  of  building  a  cathedral  may 
germinate  in  the  soul  of  an  individual. 
its  cause  may  be  forwarded  by  a  single 
group  but,  if  it  is  truly  a  cathedral,  its 
hnal  form  must  be  a  communal  expres- 
sion This  is  very  truly  the  case  v\ith 
Grace  Cathedral 

The  cathedral  seat  was  first  establi.shed 
in  San  Francisco  by  Bishop  Kip  in  1S63 
when,  as  first  Bishop  of  California,  he 
placed  his  Episcopal  chair  in  Grace 
Church  It  is  historically  interesting  to 
note  that  this  was  the  first  cathedral 
designation  rnade  by  the  Protestant 
Episcopal  church  in  America. 


Bv  IRWIN  St.  JOHN 

Years  passed  without  definite  efTorts 
toward  a  cathedral  building  Then  came 
1Q06  and  the  fire  And  from  the  rebirth 
of  the  city  at  that  time  of  travail,  which 
gave  San  Francisco  the  impetus  mani- 
fest in  the  commercial  development  ot 
today,  there  resulted  also  the  germina- 
tion of  the  idea  of  Grace  Cathedral. 

T       T       T 

WHILE  San  Francisco's  ashes  still 
smouldered,  William  Ford  Nich- 
ols, the  second  Bishop  of  California, 
dreamed  of  a  supreme  spiritual  structure 
rising  out  of  the  ruins  to  symbolize  the 
city's  indomitable  aspiration  He  climbed 
the  slope  of  San  Francisco's  proudest  hill 
and  chose  for  the  future  cathedral  a  spot 
then  weighted  with  the  ruins  ot  two 
magnificent  homes 

Bishop  Nichols  told  his  dream  to  the 
owners  of  the  land  and  without  hesita- 
tion they  deeded  an  entire  block  as  a 
cathedral  site. 

From  that  time  until  his  death  in  1924 
Bishop  Nichols  bent  every  effort  toward 
the  fulfillment  of  his  dream.  In  1907  the 
Cathedral  Chapter  corporation  was 
organized.  In  1910  the  corner  stone  was 
laid  and  four  years  later  the  crypt  was 
opened  for  services. 

This  crypt  has  continued  as  a  tangible 
reminder  of  the  project  under  way  and 
has  provided  a  meeting  place  where  the 
functions  of  the  future  cathedral  could 
be  performed  in  preparation  tor  the  final 
structure 

And  throughout  these  years  while  the 
cathedral  crypt  has  pertormed  its  Episco- 
pal Church  functions  and  drawn  its  own 
band  of  worshippers  into  closer  harmony 
it  has  also  reached  out  into  the  commun- 
ity and  ministered  to  the  people  irre- 
spective of  creed  or  organization 

It  has  become  an  interdenominational 
meeting  place  where  ministers  of  vari- 
ous faiths  have  joined  with  the  lEpisco- 
palians  in  preaching  the  Word  ot  God. 
The  hospitality  of  the  Cathedral  has 
been  given  important  weltare  organiza- 
tions Leaders  like  Robert  E.  Speer  of 
the  Presbyterian  church,  Rabbi  Newman 
of  the  Jewish  faith  and  the  Reverend 
Theodore  Bell  of  the  San  Francisco 
Federation  of  Churches  have  preached 
before  congregations  in  which  men  and 
women  of  every  nationality  and  taith 
have  been  received  with  equal  welcome 
However,  the  crypt  has  not  proved 
adequate  for  the  great  gatherings  at 
times  oi  public  rejoicing  and  worship 
It  is  in  answer  to  the  community  need 
for  both  a  proper  place  for  general  civic 
congregation  and  a  fitting  spiritual  mon- 
ument  that   the   cathedral   forces   have 


combined  with  the  spiritual  factors 
throughout  San  Francisco  in  a  drive  to 
raise  the  $3,600,000  necessary  needed  to 
build  Grace  Cathedral. 

T       T      T 

FOR  weeks  now  the  city  has  reflected 
this  spiritual  ferment.  A  great 
municipal  mass  meeting  resulted  in  the 
definite  organization  of  representatives 
from  almost  every  creed  to  collect  funds 
for  the  project.  Gifts  are  pouring  in  daily 
from  individuals  and  trom  groups  in 
various  parts  of  the  city  until,  interpreted 
into  modern  idiom,  the  scene  is  veritably 
that  of  the  Medieval  village  where 
everyone  gave  of  his  substance  that  the 
Cathedral  might  be  the  expression  of  a 
united  people. 

On  every  hand  one  sees  pictures  and 
drawings  of  the  magnificant  structure 
that  is  to  rise  from  the  brow  of  Nob 
Hill  Its  imposing  entrance,  its  mount- 
ing arches,  its  lofty  spirit  are  firing  the 
city's  imagination  creating  impatience 
for  the  passing  of  the  five  years  estimated 
as  necessary  for  its  completion. 

Ralph  Adams  Cram,  consulting  archi- 
tect of  Grace  Cathedral  and  recognized 
first  authority  on  Gothic  Architecture  in 
the  United  States  has  said: 

"Grace  Cathedral  is  unquestionably 
of  America,  and  of  the  20th  century;  yet 
with  equal  certainty  it  proclaims  not 
only  the  vitality  of  the  religion  that 
brings  it  into  existence,  but  also  the  un- 
broken continuity  of  this  force  as  it 
follows  backward,  century  after  century, 
to  the  great  moment  when,  in  Europe, 
Christianity  became  fully  selt-conscious, 
and  so  expressed  itself  through  the  art  it 
had  brought  into  being. 

"Disassociating  myself  wholly  from 
the  part  1  have  been  privileged  to  play  as 
consulting  architect,  I  can  truthfully  say 
that  Mr.  Hobart  has  produced  one  of 
the  most  impressive,  convincing,  and 
promising  schemes  for  an  American 
Cathedral  that  has  thus  far  been  brought 
forward  during  the  process  of  creating 
in  America  a  logical  and  consistent 
architectural  expression  of  the  Christian 
faith  and  the  Christian  polity.  Not  only 
the  Diocese,  not  only  the  Church  in  the 
United  States,  but  also  the  entire  com- 
munity must  be  grateful  for  what  prom- 
ises to  be  one  of  the  great  works  of 
religious  architecture  in  this  country.' 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THE  Cathedral  as  designed  by  Mr. 
Lewis  P.  Hobart,  an  eminent  San 
Francisco  architect,  will  be  built  almost 
entirely  of  local  material  by  local  labor. 

Continued  on  page  38 


SAN  FRANCISCO 
PUSLIC  LiaRAHY 


JUNE,   1928 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


14 


Yvonne 

Being  a  Dissertation  on  Parisian 

By  CAREY  MC  WILLIAMS 


Lili 


To  Victor  D'Aurill  acq  the  sicua- 
tton  savored  of  unique  pleasant- 
ness He  JiJ  exr"icncc,  however, 
some  qualms  about  the  propriety  of  such 
plcasaW  emotions  on  such  an  occasion. 
He  was  naturally  squeamish  about  such 
matters,  and  it  troubled  him  to  note  the 
analogous   gaiety  of  his  emotions  over 
the  death  of  his  mistress    For  Yvonne 
was  dead,  Yvonne  the  golden-haired,  the 
divinely  formed, — Yvonne  ol  the  luxu- 
riant emotions.  They  had  been  intimate 
for  years,   Victor  and  Yvonne,  and  it 
gave  Victor  great  pleasure  to  gloat  over 
this  realization  and  to  recall  the  endless 
hours  of  their  passion    The  basis  ot  this 
pleasure,  he  realized,  was  selfishness.  He 
hadworked  untiringlv  to  eliminate  rivals 
and  to  keep  the  prize  which  his  zeal  had 
won.  And  there  had  been  rivals!  Such 
rivals!  Artful   fellows  with  no  end  of 
wily  tricks,  sweet  flatteries  and  droll  con- 
ceits  They  had  taxed  every  artifice  that 
that  his  nature   possessed,   but  he  had 
bested  them!  Yvonne  had  belonged  to 
him  alone 

He   could   not   but  speculate,    as   he 
walked    leisurely    down   the    boulevard 
that  charming  April  morning,   on  the 
dramatic  figure  that  he,  Victor  D'Auril- 
lacq,  was  going  to  create  at  the  funeral 
which  awaited  him  at  the  end  of  his  des- 
tination. Yvonne  had  been  known  in  the 
best  circles  of  Paris  for  years  as  a  famed 
beauty  of  the  stage,  and  his  intimacy 
with  her,  (again  this  thought  gave  him 
great  pleasure),  was  equally  well  known 
His  romance,  technically  it  was  hardly 
that,  with  Yvonne  had  brought  him  no 
end  of  fame  and  love,  or  rather,  loves. 
It  was  whispered  about;  furtively  dis- 
cussed (that  is  in  a  manner  that  would 
assure  its  repetition);  and  had,   in  the 
course  of  time,  become  an  established 
scandal.  Everywhere  he  was  pointed  out 
as  the  lover  of  Yvonne.  He  adored  this 
notoriety  and  revelled  in  its  glamorous 
sensationalism. 

At  Yvonne's  funeral  would  be  as- 
sembled the  charmed  circle  of  Parisian 
celebrities.  He  had  no  doubt  but  that 
they  would  be  assembled  by  now,  since 
his  arrival  at  such  a  late  hour  would  have 
all  the  dramatic  possibilities  of  a  stage 
entrance,  which,  in  fact,  it  was.  He 
would  enter  her  apartment,  th.:  apart- 
ment of  their  love,  and  every  eye  would 
be  upon  him.  It  was  a  unique  role,  this 
part  of  playing  the  grief  stricken  lover  of 
Yvonne.  It  was  unique  for  the  reason 
that  he  would  be  supposed  to  experience 
genuine  sorrow,  something  unheard  of 
at  most  funerals.  A  husbanJ,  for 
example,  would  naturally  mourn  for  a 


deceased  wife,  but  only,  as  everyone  wel 
knows,  pcrfunctorilv  Secretly  the  rascal 
would  be  filled  with  joy  at  the  thought 
of  her  departure,  particularly  if  she  were 
aging.  But  a  lover's  position  was  differ- 
ent. He  had  lost  a  mistress  (and  such  a 
divine  one!),  no  wonder  that  he  should 
sorrow.  That  which  society  had  blandly 
winked  at  during  Yvonne's  life,  could 


TahoeJaU^  Dawn^ 

By  Nancv  Buckley 
I  once  had  memories  of  lovely  things — 
The    sudden    flash    of    rapid,    shimmering 

wings, 
Hills  brighc  with  April's  green;  a  lyric  tree. 
And  the  gold  of  sunset  on  a  tropic  sea; 
But  these  delights  have  vanished  now,  since  I 
Have  gazed  with  eager  eyes  on  Beauty's  face 
And  gazing,  thrilled  on  visioning  the  grace 
That  marks — that  is  Tahoe,   Lake  of  the 

Sky! 
Around  it  circle  emerald  pines  that  fling 
A  net  of  silken  shadows;  soft  winds  bring 
And  stir  to  harmony  the  trembling  air — 
Like  calling  from  a  distant  belfry  tower  to 

prayer. 
In  the  splendid  silences  my  soul  stands  free  ' 
The  moon  is  hanging  low — a  silver  flower; 
The  stars  are  blossoms;  in  this  sacred  hour 
There  comes  a  vibrant  voice — God  speaks 

to  me. 


now  be  made  visibly  the  subject  of  com- 
ment in  the  grief  of  her  lover,  for  his 
appearance  so  obviously  arrayed  as  the 
lover  would  reveal  to  all  the  truth  of  a 
subject  about  which  all  had  speculated. 

T      T      T 

I  EST  their  be  any  question  of  the  illict- 
j  ness  of  the  affair  in  the  minds  of  the 
mourners,  Victor  had  prepared  for  the 
occasion  with  elaborate  care.  He  wanted 
to  impress  each  of  them  with  the  thought 
that  he,  Victor  D'Aurillacq,  had  been 
for  years  the  lover  of  Yvonne  Hence  the 
drama  which  he  saw  in  his  appearance 
at  her  funeral.  He  had  dressed  that  morn- 
ing with  great  care;  not  a  detail  of  his 
attire  but  that  was  eloquent  of  grief.  He 
was  splendidly  funereal.  He  had  even 
painted  slight  circles  under  his  eyes,  and, 
to  heighten  the  effect,  had  consumed 
nothing  but  thimbles  of  wine  at  inter- 
vals for  a  day. 

Those  rivals,  Paul  and  Gilbert,  would 
be  vetitably  green  with  envy,  he  mused. 
In  other  affairs  they  had  given  him  much 
trouble,  but  he  had  avenged  himself  for 
all  time  in  this  triumph.  For  he  had 
stolen  Yvonne  from  before  their  covet- 


les 


ous  eyes,  before  they  had  had  so  much  as 
a  chance  to  fondle  the  jewel  of  her  beauty 
or  to  bask  in  its  refulgent  splendor.  At 
this  moment  he  knew  that  they  would 
pay  any  price  to  exchange  lots  vi/ith  him, 
for  the  chance  to  play  the  role  of  lover  to 
such  a  divine  mistress,   and  in  such  a 
highly  proper,  but  conspicuous,  manner. 
Yes,  she  had  been  a  divine  mistress,  com- 
bining in  a  miraculous  unity  the  joys  of 
the  body  of  a  chorus  girl  with  the  deli- 
cate charms  of  hypothetical   virginity. 
Prior  to  her  affair  with  him,  she  was 
noted  as  being  one  of  the  few  chaste 
beauties  of  the  stage,  and  this  very  ele- 
ment had  added  an  esoteric  quality  which 
his  other  affairs  had  lacked.  Just  as  she 
had  been  faithful  to  herself  prior  to  their 
affair,  so  she  had  remained  faithful  to 
him  unto  death  In  this  there  was  pathos, 
Such  fidelity  touched  the  heart,  particu- 
larly in  Paris  where  it  had  all  the  appear- 
ance of  an  emotional  abnormality. 

Ah,  it  was  a  glorious  morning  to  be 
strolling  along  to  the  funeral  of  one's 
mistress!  The  air  was  soft,  and  strangely 
sweet,  and  it  was  borne  to  him  out  of  an 
immaculate  day.  A  song  of  sweet  sad- 
ness was  in  his  heart,  and  he  let  himself 
revel  in  its  music  to  such  an  extent  that 
he  almost  forgot  his  grief.  It  would 
never  do,  this  gaiety.  He  could  not  enter 
the  apartment  smiling,  for  this  would 
give  rise  to  some  miasmatic  rumour 
that  she  had  been  untrue  to  him  or  that 
they  had  quarreled.  To  keep  his  thoughts 
of  a  melancholic  cast,  he  mused  over  thel 
lines  from  Swinburne  he  had  selected  as 
the  most  fitting  expression  of  his  grief, 
and  which  he  intended  to  recite  as  his 
own  should  he  be  called  upon  to  make 
some  verbal  offering  to  the  memory  of 
the  departed,  the  dear  departed.  The 
lines  went,  so  his  memory  assured  him; 
"Time    takes   them   home   that   we 

loved,  fair  names  and  famous. 
To  the  soft,  long  sleep,  to  the  broad 

svveet  bosom  of  death  ; 
But  the  flower  of  their  souls  he  shall 

not  take  away  to  shame  us. 
Nor  the  lips  lack  song  forever  thai 

now  lack  breath; 
For  with  us  shall  the  music  and  per 

fume  that  die  not  dwell. 
Though  the  dead  to  our  dead  bid  wel 
come,  and  we  farewell." 

T       T       T 

HE  KNEW  he  would  be  asked  fo 
some  verses  about  his  grief.  Hac 
it  not  always  been  this  way?  The  mos 
intimate  acquaintance  was  called  upoi 
to  bid  the  dead  farewell,  and  he  knew, 
beyond  peradventure  of  a  doubt,  that  h' 

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Famous  Clubs  of  San  Francisco  as  J'isualized  by  One  Who  Has  Nei'er  Been  in  Them 

THE  W0ME:N^S  ^ATHJ^EriC 


16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


A  Promised  Fiesta 

Don  Caspar  Again  We  Hope  to  Salute  You 


Ih  WINIFRED  WHITE 


^o.MN  mounted  upon  a 
proudly  splendid 
charger  vou  shall  ride 
through  streets,  which  you  as 
the  first  beholding  white  man, 
saw  only  as  wind  swept  hills 
above  a  lower  lying,  broadly 
flung  harbor  You  shall  see  the 
same  hills  but  upon  them  a 
gay,  gray  city,  swathed  in 
clouds  of  red,  yellow  and 
green  Its  now  lordly  towers 
shall  fling  banners  from  their 
tall  heights  to  do  you  honor 
The  populace  will  hail  you 
and  again  proclaim  the  glory 
of  your  discovery  with  cheers 
and  laughter  There  will  be 
pageantry,  parades,  music, 
feasting  to  the  provocative 
click  of  castencts  and  the  low 
roll  and  jingle  of  tambourines. 
Chivalrous  Dons  shall  escort 
you  and  ladies  at  once  haughty 
and  gracious  in  revived  and 
cherished  mantilla  shall  vie 
for  your  favor 

You  may  think  Don  Gas- 
par,  that  we  ha\e  all  but  tor- 
gotten  you  Twice  before  in 
1909  and  1912  we  enacted  the 
drama  of  that  day  of  October 
25,  1709  when  you  and  your 
little  band  of  soldiers,  priests 
and  followers  toiled  up  these 
self  same  hills  and  came  upon 
the  site  where  now  stands  this 
tragedy-scarred  city,  San  Fran- 
cisco Mad  are  the  memories 
of  those  two  previous  cele- 
brations in  the  intoxication 
of  the  revelry  we  promised 
how  solemn  and  tight  are  our 
vows —that  we  would  thus 
greet  and  make  obeisance  to 
you  every  three  years 

T       ▼       ▼ 

PERHAPS  though,  Don  Gas- 
par  in  the  six  months  you 
lingered  here  you  ground  and 
rooted  into  these  hills  undying 
traces  of  the  gospel  and  phi- 
losophy of  manana  There  al- 
ways seemed  so  many  things 
to  be  done  tomorrow  There 
was  an  exposition — a  fantasti- 
cal, bewildering,  pagan  pro- 
cession which  surely  was  not 
lost  on  your  adventurous  soul ! 
There  was  a  war  a  grim 
business  of  steel,  machines  an 
timed  with  terrible  accuracy 
death  and  devastation,  but 
without  its  hours  of  tragic  ex 


"JIusic  Ifi^  tlicjH  Ills'' 

By  Mrs   George  N   Armsby 

CEJDWDS  coming  to  hear  symphony  music  move 
through  the  country  roads  of  the  Peninsula  on 
their  ivay  to  the  Woodland  Theatre — motors 
whirl  by — the  pedestrians  traveling  under  the  arching 
houghs  of  trees  and  busses  briyig  their  passengers  up  to 
the  theatre  from  the  highway. 

The  symphony  patron  soon  finds  himself  strolling 
through  the  gates  of  the  Hillsborough  school  grounds  and 
across  the  broad  square  ivhich  leads  to  the  amphitheatre- 
His  eyes  feast  upon  tall  poplar  trees  and  brilliant  blue 
skies  and  next  he  steps  dowm  into  a  natural  out  door 
theatre  luhere  7nagnificent  oak.  trees  throw  their  shadoivs 
upon  tiers  of  seats  which  extend  down  the  gentle  slope  of 
a  wooded  ravine.  A  classic  stage  on  the  far  bank  of  the 
howl  is  enriched  with  vines  of  ivy  and  boxes  of  laurel. 

Beneath  the  oak  trees — brilliant  colored  flowers  gloiv 
against  the  natural  greens,  there  friends  and  groups  of 
music  lovers  listen  to  glorious  music.  The  informality  of 
country  life  is  everyivhere  impressed  upon  the  scene — men 
in  golf  togs,  or  white  flannels,  lounge  about  smoking  and 
relaxing  after  their  Sunday  morning  golf  or  tennis.  Music 
floats  through  the  soft  breezes  as  violins  and  cellos  pour 
their  song  across  the  ravine,  while  brasses  send  their  in- 
sistent and  triumphant  tones  far  over  the  hills  and  one 
falls  today  dreaming  while  again  the  hillsides  seem  to  be 
peopled  u'ith  the  Qods  of  yesterday.  California  so  steeped 
111  beauty  adds  one  more  laurel  to  her  fame  for  noble  deeds 
-in  initiating  and  supporting  summer  concerts  in  the 
Woodland  Theatre  at  Hillsborough. 

The  opening  day  of  igzS  on  Sunday  afternoon,  June 
Z4th,  at  three  o'clock,  I'JiH  again  see  music  lovers  enthusi- 
astically arriving  at  the  theatre  to  greet  Albert  Coates  of 
England,  ivho  gives  us  tivo  concerts.  He  is  followed  by 
Bernardino  Molinari  of  Bfime,  and  then  our  own  well- 
known  Qabrilowitsch  comes  for  the  last  three  concerts. 
The  Sayi  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra  re-assembles  and 
Mishel  Piastro  assumes  the  position  of  concert  master. 
Programs  will  be  made  of  familiar  symphonic  works  to- 
gether ivith  the  more  modern  music  and  once  more  those 
xvho  enjoy  music  out  of  doors  will  steep  themselves  in 
harmonies  while  lounging  in  the  shadovus  or  revelling  in 
the  splendor  of  the  sun. 


Francisco  forgets  not  her  dis- 
coverer, her  saints,  her  heroes, 
her  builders  nor  yet  her  sinners. 
She  has  bred  alike  saints,  sin- 
ners, empire  builders,  poets 
They  are  all  her  children,  the 
blood  and  sinews  of  her  tradi- 
tions The  spirit  of  their 
swaggering,  prodigal,  gallant 
deeds  and  lives  have  blazoned 
her  a  history  at  once  magnifi- 
cently epochal  and  humanly 
sordid;  have  made  her  a  world 
beloved  city 

T       T       T 

IN  HER  heart  of  hearts  she 
knows  that  all  will  not  be 
well  with  her  should  she  stray 
too  far  from  that  spirit. 
Periodically  she  grows  dis- 
dainful of  and  restless  with 
the  smooth  flow  of  things  as 
they  are  She  yearns  to  taste 
the  salt  and  the  leaven  of  the 
days  of  Dons  and  Argonauts, 
To  kill  a  fatted  calf,  to  spread 
a  feast  for  re-incarnated  heroes, 
to  drench  the  city  in  light, 
song  and  laughter,  to  gown  it 
regally  in  the  trappings  and 
pomp  of  streamers  and  ban- 
ners —nothing  less  will  sate 
the  hunger  of  her  memories 

And  so  it  happens  on  a  day 
just  gone  the  fathers  of  the 
city  council  pushed  aside  for 
the  moment  divers  clamorous 
and  weighty  matters  and  with 
fitting  and  commendable  gen- 
erosity voted  a  round  sum  for 
a  Portola  Festival  to  be  held 
this  coming  October.  The  de- 
sire thus  becomes  a  certain 
reality  Already  the  work  of 
laying  the  feast,  of  setting  the 
fire,  of  fattening  the  doomed 
calf,  of  assembling  the  pagean- 
try goes  forward.  Committees 
are  formed.  They  meet  in 
discussion  and  are  rendered 
tense  with  ambition  This 
festival  must  surpass  all  others 
and  be  of  such  success  that 
neither  wars,  famines,  earth- 
quakes, plagues  or  other  such 
dire  calamities  shall  stand  in 
the  way  of  holding  the  event 
every  three  years  as  originally 
intended. 


d  wheels.  Even  your  San  Francisco  grew  haggard 

to  spread  and  forgetful  in  that  way. 
still   not  But  now  in  this  present,  Don  Portola 

haltation.  we  find  time  to  remember  you     San 


THE  planning  of  such  a  fiesta  is  for 
San  Francisco  not  a  laborious  thing, 
but  a  release.  She  plunges  into  the  work 

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JUNE,   1928 


17 


■■aw^g.;     !JiesMi;s}^- 


^^^^^^''•''^^^^'^^'^•B^' 


As  Chairman  oj  the    Music  Committee  of  the  Philharmonic  Society  oj  San  Mateo,  Mrs.  Armshx,  has  earned 
tlie  distinction  oj  being  one  oJ  the  Jew  women  impresarios  oj  the  world 


ALBERT  PETERSEN 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Olympic  Contenders 

Some  of  the  Records  Held  by  Americans  in  Field  Events 

By  WALLACE  W.  KNOX 


DiRiNC.  the  next  month  hundreds 
o(  aspiring  track  and  field  ath- 
letes scattered  from  Maine  to 
California  and  including  way  points 
from  Canada  to  Mexico  will  he  putting 
on  the  finishing  touches  to  their  train- 
ing, which  they  hope,  will  carry  them  to 
places  at  the  final  Olympic  Games  try- 
outs,  and  to  one  of  the  ninety  berths  on 
the  United  States  Olympic  Games  track 
and  field  team.  A  new  ruling  limits  the 
number  of  athletes  to  three  that  a  coun- 
try can  enter  in  any  event.  An  alternate 
will  be  taken  for  each  event,  and  six 
men  will  be  taken  along  to  compete  in 
the  most  gruelling  of  all  races,  the  mara- 
thon Besides  the  marathon  twenty-one 
events  are  on  the  track  and  field  program 

Sunday  morning  track  experts  are  still 
wondering  when  records  will  cease  to  be 
broken,  but  the  boys  with  the  Mercury 
shoes  and  the  strong  arms  are  not  worry- 
ing a  bit  about  this  problem,  but  are 
going  right  ahead  crashing  mark  after 
mark  with  surprising  regularity  Never 
before  have  there  been  so  many  poten- 
tial record  breakers  as  there  are  this  sea- 
son, and  in  several  instances  it  will  take 
a  mark  better  than  the  existing  Olympic 
record  to  quality  for  a  place  on  the 
United  States  team. 

This  is  particularly  true  in  the  shot 
put,  where  Bud  Houser,  formerly  of 
use,  holds  the  Olympic  Games 
record  of  49  feet  2}/^  inches  Houser, 
who  now  has  a  "Dr  "  prefixed  to  his 
name,  has  been  spending  the  last  year 
putting  silver  and  gold  in  hollow  teeth, 
and  has  not  had  much  opportunity  for 
putting  the  lead  ball  dangerously  near 
the  world's  record  as  he  was  wont  to  do 
in  the  past  it  is  doubtful  if  he  will  get  in 
shape  for  the  coming  Olytnpics  A  flock 
of  youngsters,  however,  are  clampring 
to  take  his  place,  and  all  of  them  can 
throw  the  shot  more  than  50  feet. 
Probably  the  best  of  the  lot  is  John 
Kuck,  formerly  of  the  Kansas  State 
Teacher's  College,  but  now  a  member  of 
the  Los  Angeles  Athletic  Club.  Kuck 
has  twice  bettered  the  51  foot  record 
that  Ralph  Rose  set  in  1912,  and  his 
work  shows  no  sign  of  slackening. 

Eric  Krenz  and  Harlow  Rothert,  two 
Stanford  sophomores,  are  Kuck's  most 
dangerous  opponents  At  the  recent 
I.  C.  A.  A.  A.  A.  Krenz  shattered 
Houser's  I.  C.  4.  A  mark  with  a  put  of 
go  feet  1  inch.  Rothert  caused  the  stands 
to  gasp  in  amazement  on  his  next  throw 
when  he  landed  the  ball  just  half  an  inch 
short  of  Krenz's  mark  Rothert  scarcely 
knew  what  a  shot  was  when  he  was  m 


high  school,  and  he  was  a  mediocre  per- 
former until  mid-season  of  this  year 
Then,  tor  no  apparent  reason,  he  jumped 
into  the  Big  League  and  began  putting 
consistently  over  49  feet  Dink  Temple- 
ton,  the  Stanford  coach,  says  his  form  is 
perfect  and  it  would  not  be  a  bit  sur- 
prising if  Rothert  put  two  more  feet 
onto  his  tosses  before  the  summer isover. 
He  has  not  been  working  with  the  shot 
long  enough  to  have  acquired  any  bad 
habits,  and  with  Templeton  to  watch 
him  he  is  not  likely  to  slip  into  any. 

▼       ▼       T 

THEN  there  is  H  J  Schwartz,  former 
Wisconsin  star,  who  is  enrolled 
un  er  the  Illinois  Athletic  club  banner, 
who  has  an  indoor  record  of  49  feet 
6^-^  inches,  and  who  has  several  times 
exceeded  50  feet.  And  up  in  Washing- 
ton H  Brix  has  thrown  the  shot  50  feet 
9  inches  He  was  heralded  as  a  coming 
champion  the  day  he  set  that  mark,  but 
some  painstaking  individual  measured 
the  shot  and  found  it  was  half  a  pound 
light;  so  his  Northwest  record  was  not 
allowed.  Nevertheless,  Brix  is  good  for 
better  than  49  feet  A  dark  horse,  who 
may  upset  some  of  the  favorites  is  David 
Adieman  of  Georgetown.  Adieman  took 
third  in  the  I.  C.  A  A.  A  A.  with  a  put 
of  46  feet  95-4  inches,  but  most  of  his 
marks  during  the  season  have  been  48 
feet  or  better.  Adieman  has  not  had 
much  experience  and  is  apparently  a 
"comer  " 

A  high  school  youth  and  a  140-pound 
college  boy  are  setting  the  pace  in  the 
javelin  throw.  The  high  school  boy  is 
Jimmy  Demers,  and  in  a  recent  high 
school  meet  in  Portland  he  streaked  the 
spear  through  the  air  for  a  mark  of  213 
feet  6  inches  He  has  been  doing  almost 
this  well  all  season,  and  last  year  he  won 
the  National  Interscholastic  title  at 
Chicago. 

Wilmer  Rinehart,  who  tips  the  beams 
at  barely  140  pounds,  and  is  an  "A" 
student  in  the  junior  class  at  Indiana 
bettered  Kuck's  national  collegiate  jave- 
lin mark  on  May  5,  when  he  threw  the 
javelin  215  feet  4  inches  Kuck's  mark, 
set  in  1926  was  214  feet  2/ s  inches 
Kuck  is  by  no  means  out  of  the  running 
and  stands  as  a  potential  record  breaker 
himself 

Creth  B  Hines,  Georgetown,  twice 
winner  of  the  I.  C.  A  A  A  A.  javelin 
championship  set  a  new  I.  C  A.  A.  A.  A. 
record  at  Boston  on  May  26  of  210  feet. 
In  that  same  meet  Anthony  Ghillany, 
Columbia,  threw  199  feet  4  inches;  Leo 
Kibby  of  Stanford  did  195  feet  2  inches, 


and  Bill  Sparling,  also  of  Stanford,  did 
192  feet  6  inches  Sparling  has  done  over 
200  feet  all  season  and  should  be  good 
for  that  much  in  the  Olympic  trials. 

▼       T       T 

THF  L  A  A  C  has  two  of  the  lead- 
ing javelin  throwers  in  the  country 
in  Chuck  Harlow  and  Chuck  Eaton. 
Harlow  gaitned  his  reputation  at  Stan- 
ford and  Eaton  gained  prominence 
while  at  Pomona.  Both  of  them  can 
do  205  feet. 

Eric  Krenz  stands  out  as  the  most 
prominent  discus  thrower  in  the  coun- 
try Krenz  in  practice  threw  the  platter 
161  feet,  bettering  by  three  feet  the 
existing  world's  record  held  by  Bud 
Houser.  He  broke  Houser's  I  C  A.  A. 
A  A.  record  on  May  25  setting  a  new 
mark  of  154  feet  11  inches  Houser  can 
probably  get  into  top  discus  throwing 
form  and  may  be  a  leading  contender  in 
this  event  at  the  finals  These  two  men 
stand  out  head  and  shoulders  above  the 
others  Other  likely  platter  men  are 
Irvine  Phillips,  California  football  cap- 
tain elect,  Gibby  Welch,  Pittsburgh  All 
American  halfback,  and  Rasmus,  Ohio 
State  This  trio  can  better  145  feet 

In  the  hammer  throw,  Fred  D.  Too- 
tell,  former  Bowdoin  ace,  who  set  the 
hammer  throw  record  in  the  1924 
Olympic  Games  at  174  feet  io}4  inches 
is  the  favorite  to  win  out  again  this 
year  Matt  McGrath,  who  was  starring 
at  Olympic  games  when  most  of  the 
present  competitors  were  wearing  swad- 
dling clothes,  will  again  be  a  hard  man 
to  keep  off  the  team.  McGrath  com- 
peted in  the  games  in  1908,  1912,  1920, 
and  1924  Jack  Merchant  of  the  Olym- 
pic clut,  who  was  at  the  games  in  1920 
and  1924,  has  a  mark  of  170  feet  y^^ 
inches  in  this  event. 

T       T       ▼ 

TURNING  to  the  jumping  events,  De 
Hart  Hubbard,  wonder  negro  ath- 
lete, is  again  expected  to  excel  all  others 
in  the  broad  jump,  Hubbard,  jumping 
on  a  weak  and  injured  ankle,  in  the  last 
Olympics  set  a  new  record  of  24  feet  6 
inches.  He  holds  the  world's  record  of 
25  feet  10,?^  inches,  and  a  year  ago 
cleared  26  feet,  but  it  was  not  allowed. 
He  has  been  national  A  A  U.  winner 
for  six  years,  never  failing  to  clear  24 
feet  Wiry  and  nervous,  Hubbard  has 
run  the  hundred  yard  dash  in  -.09  315, 
and  in  his  jumps  gets  tremendous  dis- 
tance from  his  famous  scissors  kick  after 
getting  into  the  air. 

A.  H.  Bates  of  Penn  State  is  almost 

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JUNE,   1928 


19 


A  Cub  Among  Bears 

Being  a  Back-Stage  View  of  a  Producer,  a  Player  and  a  Critic 

By  LLOYD  FARRINGTON  WILSON 


A  PRODUCER,  according  to  the  Ameri- 
can creed,  is  a  large  fat  man  who 
wears  diamond  studs  and  when  not  giv- 
ing parties  to  the  leading  lady  of  his 
current  vehicle,  stands  around  the  hox 
office    gloating    o\'er    the    receipts^    He 


STANLEY    MACUEWEE 

knows  absolutely  nothing  about  the 
theatre  and  selects  only  plays  that  cater 
to  low-brow  crowds. 

A  player  is  a  hypocrite.  Should  the 
one  under  discussion  be  an  orchestra 
leader,  it  is  a  safe  bet  that  he  is  insuff^er- 
ably  egotistical.  The  smile  he  wears  on 
the  stage  fades  as  the  curtain  drops,  re- 
vealing him  a  fiend  feared  by  his  musi- 
cians and  associates.  He  was  originally 
a  third  rate  musician  who  was  lucky 
enough  to  marry  the  theatre  owner's 
daughter.  His  only  hobbies  are  clipping 
press  notices  and  nursing  a  tempera- 
mental disposition.  When  found  he  is 
usually  participating  in  an  interchange 
of  anecdotes  more  distinguished  for  their 
freedom  from  Freudian  inhibitions  than 
for  their  wit 

A  critic  is  considered  the  most 
malicious  and  offensive  member  ot  the 
unorganized  militia  of  literature.  He  is 
regarded  as  one  who  forces  his  opinions 
on  the  public,  spoiling  simple  enjoyment 
and  creating  personal  discomfiture  with 
his  authoritative  edicts  His  criticism  is 
analized  on  a  physical  basis.  If  he  is  mild 
in  praise  or  condemnation  he  is  believed 
to  be  editorially  browbeaten.  Emphatic 
praise  means  that  he  is  subsidized.  Harsh 
criticism  indicates  the  state  of  his  diges- 
tion or  condemns  him  as  another  calam- 
ity-howler at  war  with  the  world. 


To  America  at  large,  the  inhabitants 
of  Mazda  Land,  like  animals  in  a  zoo, 
are  to  be  regarded  with  a  mixture  of 
suspicion  and  contempt  and  much  mur- 
muring of  Nurse  Publicity's  tales 

But  there  are  some  individuals  who 
really  like  to  poke  their  fingers  through 
the  bars  and  speculate  on  the  possibility 
that  the  animal  on  display  might  hate 
the  gilt  on  the  bars  of  his  cage.  For  these 
few  and  to  satisfy  his  own  curiosity  this 
cub  ambled  into  amusement's  cage  to 
see  what  he  could  see. 

▼       T       ▼ 

PROBABLY  due  to  the  fact  that  the 
Players'  Guild  has  had  a  splendid 
season  or  maybe  because  the  subscribers 
have  increased  from  two  to  thirty-one 
hundred — anyway  people  have  been 
talking  about  Stanley  MacLewee,  the 
Guild  producer. 

An  interview  would  stop  that  so  1 
hunted  him  down,  finally  tracing  him  to 
his  office  where  he  sat  reading  while 
waiting  for  the  men  to  come  for  his 
office  furniture — those  pieces  he  had 
loaned  to  some  society  or  such  for  stage 
gear. 

Evidently  resigned  to  the  fate  ot  hav- 
ing to  lay  aside  his  book  to  meet  my 
questions  with  replies  he  never  expected 
to  see  in  print  anyhow,  he  disregarded 


PHIL    LAMBKIN 


my  notebook  and  pencil  and  refused  to 
make  startling  observations  about  either 
Belasco  or  Shakespeare. 

A  pleasant  talker,  is  Mr.  MacLewee. 
He  has  an  assurance  of  bearing  savoring 
slightly  of  oratory.  The  hint  of  grey  in 
his  black  hair  and  the  glint  of  amuse- 


ment in  his  dark  eyes  speak  of  experience 
tinged  with  a  sense  of  humor. 

I  am  convinced  that  he  reads  every 
play  that  comes  out  And  worse,  he 
writes  some — little  skits  that  have  a 
habit  of  winning  small  prizes  and  large 


EDGAR    WAITE 

favors  He  is  a  consecrated  apostle  of 
applied  drama  and  shuns  the  ways  of  the 
so-called  dramatic  purist. 

Like  no  other  I  have  ever  found,  he 
likes  amateurs  and  delights  in  develop- 
ing them  An  associate  insists  that  he 
has  never  turned  away  an  applicant 
without  a  trial  Furthermore  he  reads 
every  manuscript  wandering  playwrights 
choose  to  send  him  and  returns  them 
with  long  letters  of  comment. 

He  didn't  mention  ever  having  eaten 
poi  or  laulau  and  probably  he  can't  play 
the  steel  guitar  or  dance  the  hula — but 
he  says  he  can  sing.  However,  no  song 
followed,  so  that  is  merely  hearsay 
What  his  secret  vice  is  we  never  found 
out  At  a  recent  opening  of  a  Guild  play 
he  was  seen  in  the  audience  disporting 
himself  in  a  most  husbandly  manner 
we  must  write  our  Congressman  about 
this  man 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THE  Granada  posters  said,  "He's 
New!  He's  Good!"  So  I  went  to 
see  how  Phil  Lambkin,  this  newest 
master  of  ceremonies,  behaves  behind 
the  drops. 

But  first  1  went  out  front  to  get  a 
moron's-eye  view.  And  what  I  saw 
made  me  reserve  judgment  until  later; 

Paul  Whiteman  joggles  his  tummy. 
Paul   Ash   wiggles  the   tonneau   of  his 

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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Summer  Season 

We  Forecast  Some  of  the  Goings  on  About  Town 

By  JACK  CAMPBELL 


S\N  Franciscans  nibbled  rather 
LinsuiJly  at  the  theatrical  anti- 
pasto  oliercJ  Jurinn  the  past  lcv\' 
summers  In  the  warm  months,  they  re- 
fused to  tolerate  mediocrity  behind  the 
footlights  and  spurned  the  theater  with 
out  a  tempting  morsel 

Such  an  adamant  attitude  threw  the 
managers  into  a  decidedly  bilious  condi- 
tion out  of  which,  however,  has  exuded 
a  most  healthy  phenomenon. 

There  will  be  no  hiatus  on  the  stage 
this  year  Nor  will  there  be  a  lull  in  the 
motion  picture  or  \aude\ille  houses.  A 
brilliant  summer  has  been  arranged  The 
general  exodus  trom  New  York  has 
stimulated  immigration  into  the  coastal 
region  The  winter  season  of  the  eastern 
Broadway  is  being  transported  bodily  to 
the  western  rialtos  of  entertainment.  En- 
thusiasm is  ubiquitous 

Caviar  is  promised  for  the  seasoned 
playgoer.  Of  a  higher  grade,  morco\'er, 
than  was  offered  by  the  tashionable 
"Chauve  Souris  "  Producers  on  the  Pa- 
cific will  cease  their  own  efforts  and 
concentrate  on  booking  established  at- 
tractions across  the  continent.  Actors, 
whose  breakfasting  resorts  are  even 
known  to  a  tiring  public,  will  be  per- 
mitted to  return  to  the  silent  drama.  For 
three  months  there  will  be  no  such  term 
as  "coast  defender  "  Tradition  and  talent 
will  supplant  mediocrity  while  the 
amateur  and  the  dilletantc  will  be 
routed. 

The  only  ghosts  which  will  be  gi\'cn 
up  are  those  of  the  Little,  Art,  and  Guild 
Theatres,  in  the  mad  rush  of  brilliant 
attractions,  the  general  public  will  have 
no  time  for  charlatans  or  dope  peddlers 
of  the  drama.  Schools,  colleges,  and 
temples  of  the  half-way  play  will  close 
simultaneously 

At  the  top  of  the  new  menu  are  listed 
current  attractions  Ethel  Barrymore  is 
closing  a  delightful  engagement  at  the 
Curran  in  "The  Constant  Wife,"  con- 
tended by  many  to  be  her  best  vehicle 
of  the  past  decade.  The  adjacent  Geary 
houses  "The  Racket,"  with  the  original 
New  York  cast  headed  by  John  Crom- 
well, Edward  Robinson,  and  Gladys 
Lloyd 

The  first  of  these  offerings  presents  a 
tradition,  an  institution,  and  a  popular 
playwright;  the  second  otTers  the  life 
blood  of  the  moment  Something  which 
is  teeming  with  the  spirit  of  192S.  A 
play  which  gives  to  this  season  what 
"Chicago"  gave  to  last  year's  calendar. 

T       T       T 

THE  thought  is  encouraging  that  two 
plays   of  distinction   and  agreeable 


variety  are  being  given  on  Geary  Street 
with  their  original  companies.  How 
sweet  is  their  presence  after  some  of  the 
ninth  and  tenth  rate  productions  of 
established  successes  which  have  been 
in  these  same  theatres  throughout  the 
winter. 

Moroni  Olscn  with  his  repetory 
group  closed  a  brief  season  with  "The 
Detour."  His  success  has  realized  more 
of  a  future  than  a  present  value.  A  foun- 
dation has  been  established  for  future 
seasons  when  the  organization  will  be 
better  known  The  hope  is  still  extant 
that  the  company  will  tarry  in  the  city 
and  occupy  a  smaller  house  for  the  re- 
mainder ot  the  summer.  San  Francisco 
needs  an  experimental  theatre. 

With  the  closing  of  the  Owen  Davis 
play,  the  Columbia  has  scheduled 
"Kongo."  Headed  by  Charles  Middle- 
ton,  this  most  "meller"  of  melodramas 
will  revive  memories  of  the  tropic  lands 
so  well  liked  in  "White  Cargo."  How- 
ever uninspiring  the  play,  Middleton  is 
said  to  give  a  magnificent  performance 
of  the  role  created  two  years  ago  by 
Walter  Houston  in  New  York. 

Ralph  Pinckus  has  booked  three  other 
attractions  of  distinction  to  follow 
"Kongo"  through  the  summer.  The  first 
is  "The  Trial  of  Mary  Dugan"  with 
Phoebe  Foster  and  Raymond  Hackett. 
This  work  is  now  enjoying  success  in 
Los  Angeles,  New  York,  London,  Ber- 
lin and  other  places  where  The  New 
York  Times  may  be  bought. 

Following  the  Veiller  hit,  "The  Dra- 
cula"  will  arrive  in  its  entirety  from  the 
east.  Dramatized  from  the  Bram  Stoker 
novel,  this  "vampire"  drama  has  been 
one  of  the  middling  successes  of  the 
year.  Comparable  in  drawing  power  to 
"Interference." 

A  return  to  repetory  will  then  follow 
these  established  offerings  into  the  Col- 
umbia. Robert  Mantell,  Walker  White- 
side, and  Genevieve  Hamper  are  sche- 
duled to  join  forces  and  present  a  series 
of  works,  the  foremost  of  which  is  to  be 
"Othello."  Such  a  move  should  draw 
every  imaginable  class  of  clientele  into 
the  theatre  during  the  warm  months  and 
provide  sufficiently  diverting  fare. 

Homer  Curran  has  arranged  for  "A 
Night  of  Spain"  to  follow  Ethel  Barry- 


more.  Nothing  like  variety.  The  Shubert 
revue,  led  by  Ted  Hcaly,  Aileen  Stan- 
Icy,  and  Phil  Baker  has  been  most  suc- 
cessful in  Chicago  and  will  be  the  first 
"girl"  show  on  Geary  Street  in  many 
months.  "Good  News,"  the  collegiate 
musical  comedy  which  first  popularized 
"The  Varsity  Drag"  is  the  next  on  the 
list. 

Despite  the  ankles  fractured  by  its  in- 
tricate numbers  this  show  has  been  a  hit 
throughout  the  country. 

T      T       ▼ 

At  the  Geary,  the  same  impressario 
y~V  has  arranged  for  "The  Command 
to  Love"  to  succeed  "The  Racket." 
This  attraction  is  from  the  German  of 
Rudolph  Lothar  and  deals  in  a  thor- 
oughly naughty  manner  with  intrigue 
and  amour  at  the  Italian  and  Spanish 
embassies  in  Madrid.  Its  stars  are  many 
and  distinguished.  Performances  are 
contributed  by  Mary  Nash,  Violet 
Kemble  Cooper,  Basil  Rathbone,  Henry 
Stephenson,  and  Lou  Gottschalk  which 
have  taxed  the  adjectivial  capacity  of 
critics  throughout  the  east. 

After  this  delicious  tid  bit,  San  Fran- 
cisco is  promised  "The  Spider."  A 
spooky  affair,  somewhat  belated  in  its 
arrival,  which  will  doubtlessly  be  excel- 
lent summer  froth.  Once  this  ordeal  is 
finished,  another  sensational  success  is 
assured. 

This  is  "The  Royal  Family."  Every- 
body in  the  country  has  been  considered 
for  the  cast.  So  far  Marjorie  Rambeau, 
Henry  Hull,  Zeffie  Tilbury,  Ian  Keith, 
Mary  Duncan  and  a  score  of  others  have 
been  mentioned,  but  Homer  Curran  is 
now  in  the  east  collecting  a  few  more 
possibilities.  Those  who  have  read  the 
Kaufman  and  Ferber  comedy,  know  its 
delights  which  should  be  doubled  in  the 
playing. 

At  the  end  of  the  warm  months,  "The 
Bachelor  Father"  of  David  Belasco  is  a 
likely  contender.  The  original  New  York 
cast  headed  by  Geoffrey  Kerr  and  June 
Walker  are  rumored  to  possess  their 
tickets  already. 

Should  time  permit,  a  regular  list  of 
Erlanger  road  shows  will  also  find  homes 
on  Geary  Street.  Their  names  and  rating 
are  at  the  moment,  unfortunately,  not  at 
hand. 

Another  producer  to  step  out  for  the 
sumiTier  is  Henry  Duffy.  He  has  gath- 
ered the  New  York  casts  of  "Tommy" 
and  "The  Wooden  Kimono"  to  follow 
local  attractions.  On  his  payroll  he  has 
enscrolled  the  names  of  Marjorie  Ram-  . 
beau,    Leo   Carrillo,    Berton   Churchill,    | 

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JUNE,   1928 


21 


gEO'KGE  o''B'I(ie:^c 


Police  CliieJ  Dan  O'Brien  /?(;.■•  always  been  a  niofie  enlltu.tiasl.  But  more  than  ei>er  since  his  popular  son  enlered  pictures.  Starting 

as  an  athlete,  George  "  physiqucd"  his  way  into  the  studios  and  soon  won  the  notice  oj  the  Foxofficuils.    The  high  point 

oj  his  career  has  been  his  truly  magnif/icent  perjonnance  in  "Sunrise"  how  playing  at  the  St.  Francis 

Theatre.  Under  the  tutelage  oj  the  director  Jlurnau,  George  is  becoming  interested  in  the 

directorial  end  of  pictures,  into  which  field  he  will  shortly  matriculate 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Fog  House 


A  Romance  oF  a  Unicorn  and  a  Castle  in  the  Air 

Ih  KATHRYN  HULME 


SOME  nights  seem  to  he  made  for  lov- 
ers but  this  was  net  one  of  those  This 
one  was  a  foggy  night  Clammy 
grey  vapours  tilled  the  lovser  beach  road 
and  turned  the  scraggy  little  pine  trees 
into  weird  misshapen  creatures  ot  dark- 
ness Below  the  blurt  that  carried  the 
road,  unseen  breakers  hissed  along  the 
beach,  as  though  the  tog  had  actually 
mulled  their  customary  boom  Every- 
thing was  stilled  by  the  throbbing  grey- 
ncss  except  the  two  hgures  walking  arm 
in  arm  under  the  fog-hlled  arcade  ot 
trees. 

The  deep  sand  of  the  road  swallowed 
up  all  sound  ot  their  toottalls  and  the  en- 
croaching mists  kept  trying  to  fuse  their 
two  swaying  shapes  into  one,  to  make  a 
ghost-thing  of  them  as  it  had  done  to 
the  trees,  the  sand  dunes  and  the  hissing 
suppressed  sea. 

But  the  boy  and  the  girl  could  not  be 
made  ghosts  of — not  this  night  They 
were  achingly  alive  and  looking  tor 
something  The  boy's  eager  tace  cleft  the 
fog,  indisputably  vibrant  and  questing, 
and  the  girl's  head  rested  lightly,  trust- 
ingly, on  his  shoulder  They  were  in  love 
so  that  their  locked  arms  trembled  and 
their  bodies  seemed  to  float  tar  abo\c  the 
sands  that  made  them  plod  and  the  tog 
that  made  them  shi\'er  Yet  there  was  no 
place  tor  them  to  go  No  place  in  all  this 
tog  where  they  could  hnd  warmth  and 
;ecurity  and  soft  lights  so  that  they  could 
see  each  other's  face. 

The  boy  knew  another  way  of  finding 
things  As  they  trudged  along,  he  made 
the  girl  stop  before  a  summer  cottage  set 
back  in  a  garden  among  trees  They 
.eaned  against  the  rustic  gate  and  he 
tilted  her  chin  so  that  her  eyes  stared  up- 
A'ard  at  a  window  through  which 
streamed  a  soft  mellow  light  The  light 
riowed  out  into  the  night  and  made  a 
gold  pathway  straight  up  to  the  window 

For  a  long  while  they  looked  silently 
It  that  magic  window  tramcd  so  simply 
■n  a  commonplace  summer  cottage  Then 
the  boy  described  what  could  lie  behind 
such  a  golden  pane  of  glass.  His  low 
siory-tellcr's  voice  conjured  up  old  medi- 
eval walls  enclosing  warmth  and  hushed 
grandeur,  and  a  burning  back-log  send- 
ing red  sparks  like  kisses  into  the  black 
throat  of  a  great  Gothic  chimne>  He 
described  a  rich  old  tapestry  he  saw  hang- 
ing down  the  length  of  one  wall  and  he 
told  the  girl  the  story  of  chivalry  that 
was  woven  into  it,  and  pointed  out  to 
her,  down  in  one  corner,  the  spiralled 
horn  and  laughing  muzzle  of  a  unicorn 
peeping  out  from  a  flowered  thicket 


WiiKN  the  girl  saw  the  unicorn,  the 
same  thing  happened  to  her  as 
happens  to  anyone  who  sees  a  unicorn 
Queer,  une.xplainablc  things  occurred. 
The  garden  gate  seemed  to  melt  out  Irom 
under  her  elbows  and  she  was  walking 
up  the  pathway  ot  light,  clutching  the 
boy's  hand  only  because  it  tclt  strange  to 
be  walking  on  gold  globules  ot  tog  The 
boy  went  right  on  talking,  as  though 
nothing    extraordinary    had    happened. 


Si//i> 


By  H.  L.  Johnson 
The  damask  rose  thac  blooms  upon  the  tap- 
estry 
Is  fallen  in  the  wine.  By  candclight  I  see 
A  miniature  before  it  hang,  suspended 
By  swinging  chains  of  gold  set  in  the  mar- 
quetry. 
The  tc.\t  that  it  conceals  is  wisdom  meant 

for  mc, 
"The  song  that  thou  wouldst  sing  cannot  he 

ended." 
But  still  I  sing.  Each  cadence  of  my  serenade 
Is  heard  upon  the  balconies  of  Aragon. 
Ah,  love,  can  1  believe  it,  hast  thou  meant 

for  mine 
The  roseof  favor  falling  Irom  thy  balconadc^ 
But,  as  it  falls,  it  fades  and  touches  not  the 

lawn. 
The  threaded  rose  I  see  is  fallen  in  the  wine. 


but,  when  he  came  to  describe  the  four- 
teenth century  bed,  the  girl  was  already 
in  the  room  .  .  .  and  then  she  saw  it 
tor  herself.   .    .    . 

It  was  a  huge  black  wood  bed  with 
garnet  drapes  suspended  somehow  from 
the  shadows  of  the  ceiling.  Pillows  were 
piled  luxuriously  against  the  carved 
headboard  and  when  the  girl  turned  her 
shining  eyes  to  the  boy,  he  lifted  her 
lightly  and  dropped  her  into  this  nest  of 
silk  and  swansdown.  Then  he  curled  up 
beside  her  and  together  they  peered  into 
the  yet  unexplored  corners  of  the  great 
room. 

On  a  table  lighted  by  fat  dripping 
candles  they  saw  a  jug  of  Venetian  lace 
glass  mounted  in  arabesqued  silver  and 
two  old  Flemish  goblets  with  carved 
crystal  bowls  and  silver  stems.  The  boy 
rose  to  pour  her  some  of  the  wine  that 
was  the  color  of  the  garnet  drapes  over 
the  bed  Someone  had  warmed  the  wine 
for  them  As  they  sipped  it  a  lovely  leth- 
argy crept  over  their  tired  bodies  and 
they  drowsed  in  the  firelight,  making  up 
delightfully  imaginative  stories  about 
the  medieval  antiquities  in  the  room. 


The  window  beside  the  bed  gave  out 
onto  a  sounding  surf  that  lashed  its  re- 
llected  moonligtit  into  a  creamy  opales- 
cent foam  and  then  stormed  the  rocks 
below  in  futile  destructive  rage.  The 
sea's  furore  without  only  intensified  the 
peace  and  remoteness  of  the  room,  made 
it  seem  ultimately  beyond  the  reach  of 
time  and  tide  and  futility.  Only  the 
moonlight  slipped  through  the  window 
-—a  silver  fantasy  belonging  no  more  to 
earth  than  the  gargoyle  shadow  thrown 
writhing  on  the  walls  by  the  strangely 
twisted  andirons. 

▼       T       ▼ 

ONCE  the  girl  pulled  herself  to  her 
elbow,  just  to  look  around  the 
mellow  room  for  reassurance.  The  big 
back-log  smouldered  on  the  hearth.  The 
candle  flamesswungsinuous  in  the  gloom 
like  dancers  unwearied  of  their  body's 
rhythm,  and  shadows  swayed  on  the 
ceiling  in  a  magic  metamorphosis  ot 
ever-changing  shape  Everything  was 
quite  intact — even  the  jug  stood  where 
the  boy  had  put  it  on  the  table,  its  silver 
rim  gleaming  in  the  flux  of  candle  and 
hrclight.  Deeply  she  sighed  and  fell  back 
once  again  into  the  protecting  hollow  of 
the  boy's  arm.  Then  they  both  went 
soundly  to  sleep,  smiling  their  way  into 
dreams  that  were  only  a  continuation  of 
the  reality  left  behind  them. 

The  last  spark  had  danced  its  ghoul's 
dance  over  the  body  of  the  dead  log  and 
the  spent  candle  wicks  were  guttering 
like  strangled  things  in  their  pools  of 
molten  tallow.  All  the  mysterious 
shadow-shapes  had  fled  from  the  walls 
and  the  only  signs  of  life  now  were  the 
quiet  breathing  of  the  two  who  slept, 
and  the  urgent  pounding  of  the  sea  out- 
side the  window. 

The  sea  had  something  to  say  to  them. 
Far  out  beyond  the  breakers,  its  great 
green  gullet  boomed  forth  a  throaty 
challenge  and  the  waves  running  inshore 
came  all  hurried  and  noisy  with  their 
news — like  advance  messengers  from 
some  very  important  monarch.  The 
ocean,  whose  soul  is  owned  by  the  moon 
was  annoyed  with  these  two  who  had 
found  a  way  to  possess  their  own  souls. 
Jealously  it  sought  to  awaken  them. 

T       ▼       T 

THE  waves  reared  up  into  gigantic 
combers,  hurled  themselves  toward 
the  beach  and  when  they  could  go  no 
further,  flattened  themselves  out  on  their 
watery  bellies  and  slid  across  the  sands 
to  spend  their  last  strength  in  derisive 
hissing.  Again  and  again  the  waves  re- 
peated their  onslaught,  falling  back  into 

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1  in  lypes 


Dennis  Kearney  of  Soap-Box  Fame 

By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 


BY  NECESSITY  and  profession,  Dennis 
Kearney,  whose  career  we  are  now 
considering  was  a  drayman.  By 
natural  instincts  and  avocation  he  be- 
longed in  the  ranks  of  those  who,  pro- 
fessing a  heart  rending,  deep  interest  in 
the  cause  ot  their  downtrodden  fellow- 
men,  rise  to  the  not  mean  eminence  of 
public  attention,  which  is  their  inner 
but  never  admitted  ambition  Kearney 
was  a  native  of  County  Cork,  Ireland 
and  came  to  San  Francisco  in  i86S.  In 
187S  he  received  his  naturalization 
papers  He  was  a  man  of  no  great  educa- 
tion, but  he  had  amassed  a  considerable 
fund  of  assorted  and  superficial  informa- 
tion. He  possessed,  in  addition,  a  facility 
in  coining  plausible  sounding  platitudes, 
a  gift  which  stood  him  in  good  stead 
during  his  career  as  a  social  and  political 
reformer  In  this  capacity,  he  threatened 
for  a  time  total  destruction  of  an  institu- 
tion, without  which  San  Francisco 
would  net  be  San  Francisco,  namely ; 
Chinatown.  That  the  Chinese  be  swept 
from  the  city  was  the  major  melody  of 
Mr  Kearney's  agitation.  That  he  failed 
in  his  ends  merely  proves  the  folly  of 
seeking  to  annihilate  a  subtle  race  by  un- 
subtle  means,  and  the  wisdom  of  a  city 
whose  citizens,  in  the  final  analysis,  ably 
discriminated  between  genuine  issues 
and  the  catch  slogan  palaver  of  the  agi- 
tating Kearney. 

Shortly  after  becoming  a  citizen  of 
the  country  Kearney  opened  his  labor 
agitation  with  nightly  outdoor  meetings 
held  in  various  sand  lots  He  had  no 
difhculty  in  attracting  large  and  recep- 
tive audiences.  California  and  San  Fran- 
cisco were  then  in  the  midst  of  a  critical 
social  and  economic  period.  The  orgy  of 
Comstock  Lode  speculations,  climaxed 
by  the  failure  in  1875  of  the  Bank  of 
California,  had  left  its  train  of  unsettled 
financial  issues  San  Francisco  banks, 
merchants  and  hnanciers  were  recuperat- 
ing from  their  late  stock  debauches.  In- 


dustrial and  building  developments  were 
at  a  standstill.  The  northern  interior  val- 
leys, their  cities  and  towns  were  suffering 
from  a  lack  of  capital,  high  interest 
rates,  disputed  land  titles  and  difhculties 
over  water  rights.  Thousands  of  agricul- 
tural workers  had  poured  into  San  Fran- 
cisco, seeking  work  that  did  not  exist. 
The  Central  Pacific  Railroad,  the  hrst 
trans-continental  line,  had  upon  its  com- 
pletion in  1869,  been  hailed  as  an  eco- 
nomic triumph,  which  would  bring 
speedy  wealth  to  cities  and  agricultural 
districts  alike  But  by  the  middle  1S70S 
public  sentiment  had  changed  and  the 
railroads  and  all  other  corporations  were 
painted  as  monsters,  swollen  by  ill  gotten 
subsidies  and  monopolies  and  fattening 
upon  the  land  and  substance  of  the 
people 

T       T       T 

TO  THE  thousands  of  unemployed  in 
San  Francisco  Kearney  represented 
himself  as  an  heaven  sent  Messiah. 
Mounted  upon  a  soap  box  he  nightly 
harangued  the  restive  and  discontented 
mobs  with  noisy  and  explosive  oratory. 
To  his  audiences  his  arguments  seemed 
models  of  logic.  The  unemployed  had 
no  work  because  the  Chinese  put  them 
out  of  jobs.  The  millionaire  railroad 
builders,  Crocker,  Huntington,  Hop- 
kins and  Stanford  had  brought  thousands 
of  Chinese  into  the  country  on  contract 
to  build  and  maintain  their  roads,  be- 
cause they  could  hire  them  cheaper  than 
white  men.  For  the  same  reason  the 
Chinamen  held  secure  favor  as  doinestic 
servants  in  the  homes  of  bloated  wealth. 
Sweep  the  Chinese  from  the  country  and 
give  the  white  man  the  jobs,  which  were 
rightfully  his.  So  reasoned  Kearney 
lucidly  and  simply.  He  wound  up  all  his 
discussions  with  the  slogan,  "The 
Chinese  Must  Go." 

Had  Kearney  been  a  seasoned  student 
of  economics,  he  would  have  perceived 
that  the  relation  of  the  Chinese  to  the 


labor  question,  while  by  no  means  of 
minor  iinportance,  was  after  all  but  one 
phase  of  a  many  sided  problem  of  politi- 
cal and  hnancial  mismanagement,  faulty 
organization  and  control.  But  he  could 
not,  of  course,  see  this  and  the  Chinese 
served  conveniently  as  an  instrument 
with  which  to  incite  mob  hysteria,  vio- 
lence, hatred  and  racial  prejudice.  The 
very  virtues  of  the  race  became  vices 
under  his  eloquence  Chinese  industry, 
frugality,  faithfulness  and  thoroughness 
were  branded  as  but  the  hypocritical  de- 
vices whereby  an  alien  and  different, 
hence  corrupt  and  immoral  race  ousted 
the  poor  but  honest  wcrkingman  from 
his  jobs  and  strengthened  the  power  and 
position  of  the  capitalists  Kearney  took 
no  note  of  the  tact  that  the  menial  and 
heavy  labor  in  railroad  building  and 
other  industrial  lines  was  scorned  by  the 
white  man  but  efficiently  perforined  by 
the  Orientals.  He  ranted  unceasingly 
against  the  Chinese  monopoly  of  the 
laundry  business  and  saw  only  evil  in 
their  ability  to  grow  and  sell  garden 
truck  and  serve  restaurant  meals  at  un- 
believably low  prices. 

Toward  Kearney's  torch  light  proces- 
sions and  oratorical  fareworks  the  public 
took  a  faintly  amused  attitude  That  the 
wisest  course  lay  in  letting  him  talk 
himself  out  was  the  general  opinion  of 
the  police  and  city  council.  The  police 
did  not  interfere  with  him  until  June 
1877,  when  he  made  his  first  violent 
and  disorderly  move.  News  came  over 
the  wires  from  the  East  of  railroad 
strikes  in  Philadelphia,  Pittsburg  and 
Baltimore.  Kearney  had  little  difficulty 
in  convincing  his  overwrought  mobs 
that  these  events  conhrmed  the  fact  that 
their  hour  had  struck.  He  urged  them  to 
rally  to  the  standards  of  the  working- 
man's  world  and  hold  themselves  in 
readiness  to  seize  the  government  and 
railroads;  to  put  all  corporations,  finan- 

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neJormer.UarM  Bernice  Moore  daughter  oj  Mr.  and  Airs.  Charles  C.  Moore.  u'ho.re  marriaoe  to  Lieuten 
J.dward  J.  Moran  oj  the  United  States  Navi/  was  an  event  Jor  the  Reic,ning  Ih/nasti/ 


JUNE,  1928 


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The  Reigning  Dynasty 


WEDDINGS 

May  I .  Miss  Lilizabcth  Pattiani,  daughter  ot  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  William  Louis  Pattiani  of  Piedmont,  to  Mr,  Ed- 
ward Aihclstonc  Howard,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Wilfred 
Norman  Howard  of  Los  Angeles. 

May  2.  Miss  Mary  Young,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Alexander  J.  "I'oung  of  San  Francisco,  to  Mr  Gordon 
Murray,  son  of  Mr.  Joseph  A.  Murray  of  Little  Rock. 
Arkansas. 

May  3.  Miss  Ailcen  Waldron,  daughter  of  Mr,  and 
Mrs.  William  Berrien  Waldron  of  San  Francisco,  to 
Mr.  Harry  Alexander  Burton  Brown,  son  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Harry  Alexander  Brown  of  Aspen,  Colorado. 


ENGAGEMENTS 

JOHNSON-MACONDRA^'.  Miss  Jacqueline  John- 
son, daughter  of  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Llewellyn  Johnson  of 
Stockton,  to  Lieutenant  .^therton  Macondray,  U.  S  N  , 
son  of  Mrs  William  Otis  Edmands  and  the  late  Ather- 
ton  Macondray. 

GRIFFITH-MILLER.  Miss  Alice  Griffith,  daughter 
of  Mrs.  Charles  L.  Griffith  and  the  late  Mr.  Charles 
Griffith,  to  Mr  Richard  Putnam  Miller,  son  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Guy  P   Miller  of  Bridgeport.  Connecticut. 

MACDONALD-HENRY.  MissKatherine  Elizabeth 
Macdonald.  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs  Royal  P.  Mac- 
donald  to  Lieutenant  George  Edlcv  Henry.  Aviation 
Corps.U  S  A. 


VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Mr  and  Mrs  Henry  Potter  Russell  (Helen  Crocker) 
(if  New  S'ork.  entertained  at  a  dinner  given  at  the  Burl- 
mgamc  Country  Club  by  Mr  and  Mrs.  Robert  Watt 
Miller. 

Major-General  Sir  George  Richardson  and  Miss  Rich- 
ardson lately  of  Western  Samoa,  entertained  by  Acting 
British  Consul-General  and  Mrs.  Cyril  H.  Cane  at 
luncheon  at  the  Hotel  Fairmont. 

Mrs  Maud  Shoobert  Dunsmuir  of  Paris,  entertained 
at  luncheon  at  the  Town  and  Country  Club  by  Mrs. 
-Mfred  Baker  Spaulding, 

Miss  Jean  Buchanan  of  Kentucky,  honored  at  a 
luncheon  given  by  Mrs  Bernard  Ford  at  the  Ford 
house  in  Burlingame. 

Mrs.  Moseley  Taylor  (Emily  Pope)  guest  of  honor  at 
a  dinner  given  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Gay  Hooker  in 
San  Mateo. 

Mrs,  Warren  Childs  of  Boston,  entertained  at  an  in- 
formal tea  given  by  Mrs.  Horace  D.  Pillsbury  at  her 
home  in  Pacific  Avenue. 

MissBoody  Donaherof  Salt  Lake  City,  guest  of  Miss 
Emily  Clift  Searlcs  at  the  Clift  Hotel. 

Mrs  Allen  Gouverneur  Weltmanof  New  York,  enter- 
tained at  dinner  given  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  N. 
Armsby  of  Burlingame. 

Mrs.  Percy  Madeira  of  Philadelphia  and  Mrs.  Fred- 
erick Clark  Sayles  of  New  "^'ork,  honor  guests  at  dinner 
given  at  the  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs   Frank  B.  King. 


HERE  AND  THERE 

The  Annual  Del  Monte  Tennis  Championship  held 
on  May  25-2b  with  May  Sutton  Bundy.  Bill  Johnston 
and  Phil  Neer  among  those  present.  At  the  same  time 
the  Fifth  Annual  Dog  Show  was  held  with  entries  from 
the  best  kennels  and  private  owners  in  California- 
Opening  of  the  Menlo  Park  Country  Club  celebrated 
by  golf  tournament  and  dinner  dance, 

San  Francisco  Yacht  Club  held  cruise  on  the  bay  to 
Keil's  Cove,  with  all  yachts  filled  with  guests. 

P.  E.  N  Club  entertained  at  luncheon  at  the  home 
of  Senator  James  D.  Phelan  at  "Villa  Montalvo." 

Miss  Elizabeth  Magee  gave  an  invitational  song 
recital  at  Hotel  St.  Francis. 

Menlo  Park  Circus  date  changed  from  June  23  to 
June  30.  A  County  Fair,  in  charge  of  Mrs  DeLancey 
Lewis,  will  be  a  feature  of  this  year's  show. 

Mrs.  John  S.  Sutton  will  entertain  with  another  large 
bridge  party  for  the  benefit  of  the  Emergency  Fund  of 
the  Doctors'  Daughters  The  bridge  to  be  given  at  the 
Sutton  house  in  Menlo  Park. 

Piano  recital  given  in  San  Rafael  by  Henri  Deering, 
followed  by  a  supper  at  Marin  Golf  and  Country  Club. 

Mrs.  Rafael  G.  Dufficy  hostess  at  large  breakfast  at 
the  new  Meadow  Club  of  Tamalpais,  the  breakfast  fol- 
lowed by  bridge 

Mrs  Henry  Potter  Russell  gave  a  "Wild  West"  din- 
ner party  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club  in  honor  of 
Mr.  Russell's  birthday. 

Mrs  Ward  Barron,  returned  to  San  Francisco  after 
an  absence  of  several  years,  entertained  at  dinner  by 
Miss  Mary  Louise  Phelan  at  her  home  in  Washington 
street. 


I  lonoring  Miss  Louise  Burmister,  the  fiancee  of  Jcff- 
frcy  Kendall  Armsby,  Mrs  Ralph  Palmer  gave  a 
luncheon  at  the  Woman's  Athletic  Club. 

invitations  issued  for  the  marriage  of  Miss  Nettie 
Sexton  Long  and  Mr.  Stokeley  Wilson,  the  ceremony  to 
take  place  June  4  at  Grace  Cathedral  at  4  in  the  after- 
ncxjn  To  be  followed  by  a  reception  at  the  bride's  home 
on  Lake  Street. 

Miss  Barbara  Kirkpatrick  of  Palo  Alto,  entertained 
ai  luncheon  in  honor  of  Miss  Eleanor  Weir,  the  fiancee 
of  Mr.  Hcber  Tilden. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Howard  Spreckels  have  purchased  a 
home  in  Burlingame,  the  former  Newhall  place. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Kenneth  Walsh  (Marie  Spreckels)  have 
bought  the  old  home  of  Captain  Barncson  in  San  Mateo 

Mr  and  Mrs  Richard  Heimann  will  build  a  home  on 
the  Irwin  tract  in  Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edmunds  Lyman,  who  retijrned  a  few 
weeks  ago  from  a  long  stay  abroad  and  who  are  domi- 
ciled at  the  Mark  Hopkins,  were  week-end  guests  re- 
cently of  Mrs  Frances  Elkins  at  her  Carmel  Valley 
ranch. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Raymond,  a  debutante  of  the  past 
winter,  has  returned  to  her  home  after  a  visit  in  the  East 
with  friends. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Nion  Tucker  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George 
Cameron  have  returned  to  Burlingame  after  spending 
several  months  in  Europe 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Charles  Blyth,  who  passed  many 
months  in  New  York  are  again  at  their  home  in  San 
Mateo. 

Miss  Alice  Helen  Eastland,  who  returned  to  her  home 
on  the  peninsula  recently  after  a  visit  East,  was  honor 
guest  at  a  luncheon  given  by  Miss  Frances  Stent  at  the 
Ernest  Stent  house  on  Pacific  Avenue  Mr.  and  Mrs, 
Stent  and  their  two  daughters  are  now  in  the  Eats,  en 
route  to  Europe. 

As  a  farewell  to  Miss  Katherine  Deahl  who  will  pass 
some  months  in  Europe,  Miss  Eleanor  Weir  entertained 
at  a  luncheon  at  her  home  in  Menlo  Park. 

Mrs.  Tobin  Clark  and  her  daughters  have  returned  to 
California  after  an  extended  visit  East  and  Europe 
They  are  coming  West  by  way  of  the  Canadian  Rockies 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Cyril  McNear  (Elena  Folger)  visited 
in  San  Francisco  for  a  few  days,  staying  at  the  Mark 
Hopkins  Hotel.  They  make  their  home  in  Beverley 
Hills. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Milton  Esberg  and  Mrs.  H.  Clay  Miller 
have  returned  from  the  East  where  they  spent  three 
weeks. 

[n  honor  of  Mrs,  Daniel  C,  Jackling  who  recently 
completed  an  interesting  world  tour,  Mrs.  Frederick  W, 
McNear  entertained  at  a  luncheon  at  her  apartments 
at  the  Mark  Hopkins  recently. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stewart  Edward  White  plan  a  summer 
cruise  in  their  yacht  in  the  far  northern  waters,  Mr.  and 
Mrs  Barnaby  Conrad  will  join  Mr  and  Mrs.  White  in 
the  North  and  proceed  to  Alaska  \\  ith  the  party. 

Before  her  departure  to  Buffalo  to  attend  the  Junior 
League  Convention,  to  which  she  was  a  delegate,  Mrs. 
1  louard  1-leming  was  entertained  at  a  number  of  affairs, 
including  a  tea  given  by  Mrs  George  Pinckard. 

Mr,  Joseph  H.  Donohoe  and  his  daughters,  the  Misses 
Katherine,  Christine.  Mary  and  Barbara  have  taken 
possession  of  their  summer  home  at  Menlo  Park. 

Mr  and  Mrs,  Stewart  Lowery  entertained  at  dinner 
recently  at  their  summer  place  at  Menlo  Park,  Mr 
and  Mrs.  George  Bowles  spent  the  week-end  as  guests 
of  Mr  and  Mrs.  Lowery 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  A.  Pope  were  hosts  at  a  luncheon 
given  at  the  new  clubhouse  recently  erected  by  Mrs. 
Pope  at  the  Beresford  Country  Club  Mr  and  Mrs. 
Edmuntl  Lyman  were  guests  of  honor.  Later  the  party 
attended  the  polo  match  on  the  Beresford  field. 

Mrs  Alfred  B  Ford  gave  a  farewell  tea  in  honor  of 
her  grandniece.  Miss  Barbara  Berkeley  of  London,  who 
sailed  for  her  home  in  England  a  few  days  later  on  the 
S  S  California. 


Mrs  Theodore  H(jovcr  has  returned  to  her  home  in 
Palo  Alto  after  a  visit  in  the  east,  in  the  course  of  which 
she  visited  her  brother-in-law,  Mr  Herbert  Hoover  and 
Mrs.  Hoover  at  their  home  in  Washington, 

Mrs  Norman  Heath  of  Los  Angeles  and  her  daughter 
Miss  Heath  were  recently  in  San  Francisco.  Mrs.  Fleath 
and  her  daughter  are  leaving  shortly  for  England  to 
attend  the  London  Season. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Mrs,  Robin  Hayne  has  been  a  visitor  at  Montccito, 
the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  N,  Neustadt  at  their 
home. 

Mrs,  Benjamin  P.  Brodie  has  opened  her  Montecito 
home  for  the  summer  season.  She  has  as  her  guest  Mrs. 
Constance  Peters  who  plans  to  open  a  studio  in  Santa 
Barbara, 

Mrs  Norris  King  Davis,  who  passed  the  winter  at 
the  Mark  Hopkins  Hotel  has  reopened  her  Santa  Bar- 
bara home.  Her  daughter.  Miss  Nancv  Djvis.  who  is 
studying  in  Carmel,  will  join  her  mother  in  the  South 
this  month.  Miss  Margery  Davis,  who  is  taking  a  course 
at  Columbia,  will  remain  in  New  York  this  summer. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  NEW   YORK 

Mrs  James  Potter  Langhorne  is  visiting  in  New  York 
for  a  time  with  her  son-in-law  and  daughter.  Lieutenant- 
Commander  and  Mrs.  H.  Calhoun.  The  party  will  sail 
for  England  soon. 

Mrs.  William  Delaware  Nielson  will  be  in  the  East 
this  summer  for  the  greater  part  of  the  time.  She  will 
first  visit  in  New  York  with  her  daughter.  Mrs.  Paul 
Iccaci. 

The  portrait  painted  by  Sheldon  Pennover  of  the 
three  beautiful  daughters  of  Mrs.  Adolph  Uhl,  Mrs 
Theodore  WeickerJr  ,  Miss  Ernestine  and  Miss  Verede 
Vere  Adams,  created  a  sensation  when  it  was  shown  in 
New  York.  Miss  Ernestine  and  Miss  Vere  de  Vere 
Adams  are  prolonging  their  visit  in  the  East,  where 
their  sister,  Mrs.  Weicker  now  makes  her  home. 

Mrs.  Horace  Van  Sicklen,  also  a  delegate  to  the 
Junior  League  Convention,  visited  for  a  time  in  New- 
York  at  the  close  of  the  session  and  then  went  on  to 
Greenwich,  Connecticut,  where  she  was  the  guest  of 
Mrs.  Holt  Perry. 

Mrs,  William  S.  Kuhn  will  remain  in  New  York  until 
the  end  of  June.  She  will  spend  a  great  part  of  her  visit 
with  her  sister  Mrs  William  Scaife  at  the  latter's  home 
in  Southampton  Mrs  Kuhn  will  also  visit  with  her 
daughter  Mrs  Jefferson  Coolidgc,  in  Boston. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Miss  Laura  McKmstry  was  visiting  with  friends  in 
Lausanne.  Switzerland,  when  last  heard  from  Miss 
McKinstry  will  not  return  to  San  Francisco  until 
August. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  S.  F.  B,  Morse  are  cruising  off  the 
coast  of  Spain.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Hill  Vincent  arc 
their  guests  on  the  famous  yacht  The  Dolphin  which 
Mr.  Morse  has  chartered. 

Mrs.  Frederick  Myrtle  of  Ross  will  pass  the  summer 
abroad. 

Mr,  and  Mrs  George  P.  McNear  who  left  for  Europe 
last  month  will  visit  for  six  weeks  in  London  before 
going  to  the  Continent. 

Mme  Charles  Raoul-Duval  has  rejoined  her  family 
at  the  Raoul-Duval  apartment  in  the  Rue  Reynouard. 
in  Paris. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  Rupert  Mason  were  cruising  the 
Mediterianean  at  last  accounts. 

Mrs  Covington  Pringle  and  herdaughter  Miss  Kath- 
leen Pringle  will  tout  Europe  this  summer  Miss  Pringle 
will  make  her  debut  next  season. 

A  party  comprising  Mr  and  Mrs  C,  O.  G.  Miller  and 
their  son,  Mr  Albert  Miller  and  Mr  and  Mrs  William 
Walt,  left  for  New  York  early  in  June  en  route  to 
I'Airope.  They  plan  an  interesting  trip  through  Germany. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Mark  Gerstle  are  now  in  London  where 
they  havejoined  their  son  and  daughter-in-law.  Dr.  and 
Mrs,  Mark  Gerstle. 

Mrs.  William  Younger,  who  now  makes  her  home  in 
Paris,  recently  enjoyed  a  sojourn  in  Spain. 

Mi,  and  Mrs.  A.  K.  Macomber  are  cruising  the 
Mediterranean  on  their  yacht  The  Crusader. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Loring  Pickering  have  taken  a  villa  at 
Grasse  for  the  summer.  They  will  entertain  Mrs,  Pick- 
ering's aunt  and  brother,  Mrs,  Mountford  S.  Wilson 
and  Mr.  Douglas  Alexander,  this  summer. 


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Icarst.  On 
Che  surtace  ticarst,  .'in  American 
Phenomenon  is  a  snappy  expose  ot  the 
famous  journalist's  career  Irom  the  time 
"Willie"  Hearst  played  practical  jokes 
at  Har\arJ  until  the  time  William  Ran- 
dolph Hearst  exposed  lalse  lettersagainst 
the  Mexican  i;o\ernment  thus  indirectly 
5tarcini;  Lindbergh  on  his  good-v\ill 
flight  Mr.  Winkler  is  a  writer  ot  simple, 
clear  English  with  a  genius  for  piling  up 
exciting  tacts  You  will  look  far  in  these 
pages  betorc  you  find  anything  resemb- 
bling  panegyric  or  satire,  and  it  is  fine 
tor  a  change  to  be  allowed  to  torm  your 
own  opinion  ot  this  extraordinary  man. 
Here  is  Hearst's  career  as  journalist, 
politician  and  eccentric  described  with 
impersonality  and  a  strict  regard  tor  sig- 
nificant generality  or  detail  which  is  just 
about  the  opposite  ot  the  didactic  rheto- 
ric employed  in  the  editorials  of  the 
Hearst  papers.  And  whatever  its  ulti- 
mate merits,  and  however  much  (as  will 
undoubtedly  be  claimed)  it  has  been 
directed  or  encouraged  by  Hearst  him- 
self, it  is  for  the  moment  an  amazing 
book,  amazing  by  what  it  tells,  by  what 
it  omits,  and  by  what  it  inters 

What  it  tells  is  comprchcnsixe  in  lay- 
ing bare  Hearst's  methods  and  policies 
as  a  public  man  since  he  took  over  the 
San  Francisco  Examiner  in  18S7.  There 
is  description  of  the  phenomenal  rise  of 
The  Monarch  of  the  Dailies  under  his 
management,  his  fight  vvitih  Pulitzer  and 
most  ot  the  presidents  One  chapter 
heading  reads,  J901;  Burned  in  Effigy; 
J  902.  Elected  to  Congress;  1^04:  Boomed 
for  President,  followed  by  h^earst  Ouns 
a  Political  Party.  Then  came  detailed 
accounts  of  his  famous  revelation  of  the 
Archbold-Forakcr  letters,  his  y\dven- 
turcs  with  Magazines  and  Movies  up  to 
The  Rise  of  A I  Smith  which  Mr.  Wink- 
ler seems  to  place  as  the  unhappy  dcnou- 
menc  of  Hearst's  career  Most  interest- 
ing perhaps  are  the  pages  devoted  to 
Hearst's  activities  during  the  Spanish 
American  and  World  Wars.  In  both  in- 
stances the  bare  truth  of  Mr  Winkler's 
subject  matter  with  its  international 
overtones  lifts  the  whole  hook  to  a  high 
level  of  topical  interest  Here  indeed  is 
politics  in  the  grand  manner  and  the 
author  could  hardly  have  chosen  a  better 
model  in  Talleyrand  or  Louis  XIV. 

One  of  the  most  colorful  episodes 
during  the  Spanish  American  War  is  re- 
ported as  follows;  The  proprietor  of 
the  Journal  rushed  to  Washington  when 
war  was  declared  and  otTered  to  equip  a 


regiment  McKinlcy  politely  declined 
Hearst  then  oilered  his  yacht,  the  Biica- 
neer,  without  cost.  This  otTer  was  ac- 
cepted and  Hearst  was  given  an  hono- 
rary commission  of  Ensign  in  the  navy. 
He  chartered  the  British  steamer  Sylvia 


W.  R.  HEARST 

By  RALPH  BARTON 

and  a  whole  fleet  of  tugs  and  led  twenty 
correspondents,  artists  and  photographers 
to  the  scene  of  strife. 

T       ▼       T 

HEARST  was  in  his  element  He  fed 
raw  meat  to  his  men  and  roused 
even  the  dignified  Richard  Harding 
Davis  to  extraordinary  etforts  Edward 
Marshall,  one  ot  the  Journal's  corre- 
spondents, was  shot  down  at  El  Caney 
A  comrade  knelt  in  the  grass  beside  him 
and  took  down  his  story  of  the  battle. 


Hearst  got  the  story  out  in  time  to  score 
a  scoop  that  boosted  circulation  a  hun 
dred  thousand  in  New  York 

The  Sylvia  hovered  in  the  offing  dur 
ing  the  bombardment  of  Cervera's  ships 
by  the  American  fleet.  At  daybreak  .  .  . 
Blue  of  the  Texas  came  alongside  and 
reported  the  destruction  of  the  Spanish 
fleet  Blue  said  to  Hearst  "There  are 
some  Spanish  sailors  trying  to  land  on 
the  beach  We  are  going  to  get  them." 
Some  time  later  the  naval  boat  reap- 
peared. Hearst  .  .  .  was  told  that  it  had 
been  determined  to  let  the  prisoners  go. 
Hearst,  his  eyes  dancing  .  .  .  exclaimed 
"Let's  get  them"  ...  A  steam  launch 
was  lowered  and  ran  to  the  shore  .  .  . 
Hearst  pulled  off  his  pants  and  leaped  ' 
into  the  surf.  Brandishing  a  huge  re- 
volver, he  drove  twenty-six  wet  and  be- 
fuddled Spaniards  into  his  launch.  .    .   . 

Back  on  the  Sylvia.   Jack  Hcmment 
made  the  frightened,  dripping  prisoners 
kneel  and  kiss  the  flag  while  he  photo- 
graphed   them   to    his    heart's   content. 
Then    Hearst   had   hoisted   the  signals ; 
"Wc  have  prisoners  for  the  fleet"  and  ^ 
the    Sylvia    proceeded   through    the   re- 
formed line  of  American  battleships  and  i 
delivered     the     prisoners     to     Admiral 
Schley.   The   American  sailors  cheered,  , 
Hearst  took  his  bow  like  any  matinee 
hero    and    the   Journal   served    up    the 
luscious  details  to  a  hungry  populace  .  . 
T     ▼    ▼ 

THE  numerous  omissions,  notably  on 
tlic  side  of  Hearst's  personal  or  pri- 
vatcjlife,  are  understandable. *The  author 
acknowledges  them  in  his  foreword : 
"This  volume  is  not  a  definitive  biog- 
raphy For  the  activities  of  our  absorb 
ing  subject,  at  three  score  and  five,  arc 
still  as  incessant  as  the  sea.  Not  until 
the  last  curtain  closes  upon  one  of  the 
most  mystifying  products  of  our  times 
may  W.  R.  Hearst  be  conclusiveK' 
placed  within  the  covers  of  a  book," 

But  when  all  this  is  said,  there  still 
remains  the  most  interesting  side  of  the 
book,  namely  the  things  one  is  allowed 
to  infer.  Whether  you  belong  to  the  side 
which  calls  Hearst  a  thief  and  a  traitor, 
or  to  the  opposition  which  regards  him 
as  great,  good  and  benificent,  you  some- 
how have  to  grant  that  he  is  more  nearly 
a  symbol  ot  modern  America  and  of 
ourselves  than  any  one  person.  At  least 
if  you  read  Winkler  carefully  For  Hearst 
has  set  out  to  accomplish  not  so  much  a 
complicated  set  of  selfish  or  even  arbi- 
trarily altruistic  ends  as  to  live  out  a 
destiny  which  would  have  to  have  been 
given  form  by  other  elements  even  if  he 

ConLlnucd  un  page  3*) 


UNE,  1928 


17 


Speculation 


The  Outward  Sign  of  a  Mental  Condition 

By  R.  F.  BERKELEY 


▼"n  describing  Speculation  as  the  great- 

I  est  thing  on  earth,  1  have  in  mind,  of 
1.  course,  the  material  viewpoint  only; 
ibserving,  in  passing,  that  the  basis  of 

II  religious  beliefs,  as  of  every  true  spec- 
ilation,  being  a  well-grounded  faith, 
he  speculator  has  no  cause  to  be 
ishamed  of  the  foundation  of  his  opera- 
ions. 

For  Speculation  is  the  outward  and 
/isible  sign  ot  a  mental  condition,  (ap- 
iroaching  conviction)  without  the  con- 
inuous  activity  ot  which,  not  commerce 
inly,  but  the  whole  terrestrial  scheme 
A'ould  cease  to  function  Speculation  has 
supported  the  entire  fabric  since  the  day, 
;acred  to  every  well  constituted  male, 
ivhen  the  father  of  mankind,  we  were 
:aught  to  believe,  ventured  his  whole 
future  happiness  (and  that  of  the  conse- 
quences of  his  action)  by  petitioning  for 
a  partner  to  make  his  life  less  lonesome. 
Regard  the  whole  story  as  an  allegory, 
and  the  case  is  but  strengthened;  evidence 
derived  from  a  type  being  stronger  than 
that  which  rests  on  an  individual. 

The  fewer  speculators,  the  more  spec- 
ulative, actually,  each  and  every  element 
of  life.  The  speculator  may  be  conserva- 
tively regarded  as  the  guardian  angel  of 
all,  because  by  taking  intelligently  risks 
which  are  inherent  in  every  order,  he 
takes  from  speculation  the  sting.  The 
speculator  is  in  truth  the  Great  Sta- 
bilizer. 

The  bigger  an  individual  or  institu- 
tion, the  easier  the  target  it  presents  to 
those — the  great  army  of  cravens — who 
would  not  venture  their  arrows  on  any- 
thing they  feared  to  miss  So,  too,  the 
more  obviously  beneficial  a  practice, 
the  greater  the  likelihood  of  lack  of  ap- 
preciation— if  the  force  of  depreciation 
is  to  be  measured  by  mere  numbers  It 
was,  therefore,  to  be  expected  that 
Speculation  should  be  a  public  butt,  the 
goat  whenever  things  gang  agley;  the 
outstanding  evil,  with  which  men  are 
cursed,  being  ignorance. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

THE  spectacular  will  always  attract 
(for  praise  or  blame)  if  only  because 
the  multitude  is  constitutionally  pur- 
blind. Even  the  wisest  and  most  level- 
headed are,  now  and  again,  afflicted 
with  a  film  over  the  eye  Hence  snap 
judgments,  hasty  explosions,  such  as 
that  of  Lincoln's,  "I  wish  that  every 
devilish  head  of  them  could  be  shot 
off,"  when  temporary  Wall  Street  ex- 
travagances proved  too  much  for  his 
unsophisticated  mind.  He  was,  after 
all,  however,  but  making  the  common 


mistake  of  confusing  speculation  with 
gambling,  a  pastime  which  is  too  often 
viewed  as  an  exaggerated  form  of  specu- 
lation, whereas  it  is  an  entirely  different 
kind  of  animal.  When  we  come  to  think, 
it  is  not  so  long  ago — if  the  length  of 
mankind's  evolutionary  period  is  con- 
sidered— since    the    commonplace    and 
very  sober-sided  merchant  of  mediaeval 
times  was  regarded  by  the  economist  of 
his  time  as  a   bandit,   carrying  on   his 
trade  under  the  protection  of  the  law 
It  has  been  said,  quite  truly,  that  it 
the  taking  of  risks  incurs  inevitably  the 
brand    of   immorality,    all    business    is 
more  or  less  immoral;  business  as  con- 
ducted  now-a-days   eminently   so.    Be- 
cause the  assumption  of  risks,  Specula- 
tion   is  the  marrow  of  industry's  every 
bone,  indispensable  to  the  whole  frame. 
Every   economist,    other  than   the   Rip 
Van  Winkle  type,  recognizes  the  specu- 
lator as  one  of  the  most  desirable  mem- 
bers of  the  "Public  Benefactor"  species. 
It  was  Henry  George,   1  think,  who 
described  Speculation  as  Industry's  Bal- 
ance Wheel,  regulating  the  whole  ma- 
chinery.   Speculation  it  is  by   means  of 
which    commodities    are    carried    from 
where   they   are    in   superabundance   to 
where  it  is  known   possibly   that  some 
will   be  required,   expected  that  a  few 
more  can  be  absorbed,  hoped  only  that 
a  varying  portion  may  be  disposed  of  to 
advantage   The  entire  system  of  credits, 
too,  is  based  on  the  speculative  spirit, 
and   it    is   really    needless   to   add   that 
without   the   workings   of  this   system 
there  would  be  very  little  industry  to 
be  carried. 

▼       T       ▼ 

HOW  many  critics  of  speculation 
have  taken  the  trouble  to  think 
what  must  have  been  the  history  of  this 
country  had  there  not  been  men  willing 
to  be  dubbed  speculators,  for  its  devel- 
opment What  has  been  done  in  some 
four  hundred  years  could  not,  otherwise, 
have  been  achieved  in  four  thousand 
years;  for  it  is  no  small  tract  of  territory 
to  which  we  have  fallen  the  fortunate 
heirs.  The  nucleus  of  the  world's  great- 
est empire  could  be  made  comfortable 
three  times  over  in  California  alone;  a 
larger  job  than  theirs,  that  of  our  for- 
bears. Can  we  overestimate  the  service 


they  rendered  co  us  and  to  the  cause  of 
civilization?  By  what  other  means  than 
that  of  following  in  their  wake,  on  the 
path  of  courageous  speculation,  can  we 
show  our  gratitude? 

Yes,  painful  though  it  be,  let  a  little 
further  thinking  strain  our  minds    The 
average  citizen,  being  (one  may  at  least 
hope)   the  proud  possessor  of  an  open 
mind,   wants   the   truth.   The  risk   in- 
volved   in    said    assumption    may    be 
taken,  and  a  further  dose  administered. 
When  you  or  I  are  out  to  buy  or  sell,  the 
price   to   be   given    or   received   figures 
largely  in  our  thoughts    Value  counts, 
of  course,  but  we  know  too  well  that  its 
influence  on  the  price  of  the  moment 
cannot    be    exercised,    unaided.    If   the 
sellers  sought  by  the  buyers,  or  the  buyers 
needed  by  the  sellers,  are  in  either  case 
few  and  far  between,   real  values  will 
make  a  poor  show  in  the  bargains  that 
must  eventuate.  Each  party  will  be,  to 
some  extent,  at  the  mercy  of  the  other; 
more  or  less,  as  the  numbers  on  each  side 
are  few  or  many.  Fairer  prices  would  be 
fixed    if    there    were    a    sufficiency    of 
competitors — sellers  and  buyers    Hence 
the  market-place;  a  natural  outgrowth 
of  necessity.  Markets  assure  what  may 
be  called  fair,  true,  or  scientific  prices, 
and    your    abused    speculators    are    the 
active  agents  in  every  market,  through 
whose  bidding  and  counter-bidding,   a 
price    balance    is    maintained     Rather 
small  it  seems,  to  examine  so  closely 
mouth  of  gift-horse 

This  brings  me  to  the  principal  target, 
the  stock  exchanges;  the  mark  for  every 
soap-box  orator,  because  their  transac- 
tions are  always  in  the  public  eye^are 
participated  in  by  millions  of  ordinary 
people;  by,  indeed,  quite  a  number  of 
the  bleaters  Can  it  be  said  that  the  off- 
times  hectic  proceedings,  witnessed  in 
any  of  the  leading  stock  exchanges  on 
many  occasions,  are  to  be  classed  with 
public  benefits? 

T       T       T 

JUST  in  so  far  as  these  rough-and- 
tumble  operations  have  knowledge, 
real  or  believed  to  be  real,  for  basis,  it  is 
true  that  they  perform  a  very  useful 
function.  In  so  far  as  they  are  inspired  by 
a  mere  urge  to  flirt  with  Chance,  they 
do  little  good  to  anyone,  much  harm 
sometimes  to  the  hardy  sportsmen — the 
dainty  sportswomen  too  in  these  days — 
who  must  have  their  fling.  But  these 
people  are  not  speculating,  they  are  just 
gambling.  As  justly,  damn  the  reading 
of  fiction,  because  of  that  portion  of  it 

Continued  on  page  41 


28 


THE  SAN  FRANCISC/l 


the  fairmoiit  hotel 

FAMOUS  AS  THE  PLACE  WHERE  VISITORS 
FROM  ALL  THE  WORLD  MAY  ENJOY  THE 
BEST    THAT    CALIFORNIA    HAS    TO    OFFER 


THE  FAIRMONTS  PROGRESSIVE  SPIRIT 

IS   REFLECTED    IN  THE  MODERNISTIC   DECORATION 

OF  THE  NEW  DIANA   LOUNGE 

FAIRMONT  ATTRACTIONS  INCLUDE 

MUSIC  BY   RUDY   SEIGER   AND   HIS    ORCHESTRA 

CONTRACT  BRIDGE  UNDER  A  FAMOUS  EXPERT 

AFTERNOON   TEAS  IN   LAUREL  COURT 

DINNER   IN  THE  VENETIAN  ROOM 

the  fairmont 

san  francisco  California 


D     M.  LINNARD.  MANAGING  DIRECTOR 


LeRoy  Linnard,  manager 


Tin  Types 

f'dntinucd  frfim  page  23 

ciers  and  capitalists  into  their  prop 
place  This  ringing  call  fell  also  upon  ti 
cars  of  the  police  who  rushed  to  tl 
scene,  making  it  expedient  to  delay  tl 
seizure  until  a  more  opportune  momen 


BUT  only  action  of  some  sort  ecu 
now  satisfy  the  tense  mob.  On  Ju 
23rd    a    gang    of   Kearney's    follower 
burned  a  Chinese  laundry  and  demolishe 
several    others     The    triumphant    San 
Lottcrs,   as  they   had   been   nicknamec 
then  paraded  through  the  streets,  threai 
ening  loudly  to  fire  and  burn  the  who 
of  Chinatown   The  danger  of  this  threa 
to  the  entire  city  served  to  arouse  tl" 
populace    to    immediate    action.    TH 
police  force  had  but  15c    members  an 
was  quite  inadequate  to  cope  with  th 
violence  crazed  rabble    To  supplemen 
the  police  there  was  organized  on  Jull 
24th  the  Committee  of  Public  Safety, 
volunteer  body  of  5000  citizens.  Willia'n 
T  Coleman,  ex-Vigilante  and  acknowl 
edged  expert  in  quelling  riots,  disordc 
and  lawlessness  was  named  head  of  th 
committee.   A  $70,000  emergency  fun<^ 
was  subscribed  by  the  city's  merchants 
and  business  men.   The  U.  S.    govern] 
ment   sent    down    five    warships    froni 
Mare  Island  and  anchored  them  in  thij 
Bay  and  Coleman  was  free  to  call  upoi 
their  officers  and  men  for  any  needed  as 
sistance    By  July  26th  organization  wx 
complete  and  the  committee  members 
equipped    with    arms    and    6000    pick 
handles   of  stout   hickory— simple   but' 
effective  weapons  as  events  proved 

While  the  work  of  organization  haiii 
been  going  forward  there  were  numerous! 
pitched  and  street  battles  between  the 
volunteers  and  Sand  Lotters     San  Fran- 
Cisco  was  an  armed   camp  for  the  time| 
being   Little  time  was  spent  in  sleep  bv 
the  population,  who  spent  most  of  its 
time  on  the  hill  tops  with  its  treasured 
household  possessions  packed  in  prepara- 
tion to  flee  the  city     On  the  night  of 
July    26th    the    hill    top    watchers  saw 
flames  leap  from  the  Pacific  Mail  Com- 
pany's docks,  a  concern  which  had  trans- 
ported from  China  practically  all  of  the 
contract  laborers.  This  fire  was  quickly 
extinguished     and    from    the    distant 
dimmed  shouts  and  occasional  shots  the 
watchers    knew    that    Coleman's    Pick 
Handle  Brigade  was  making  short  dis- 
posal of  Kearney's  army.  Gradually  the 
shouts  and  shots  ceased.  San  Francisco 
was  assured  that  the  Sand  Lotters  were 
routed  and  went  home  to  bed.  In  exub- 
erant thankfulness  it  was  vowed  to  erect 
a  monument  to  Coleman     The  monu- 
ment is  yet  to  be  erected. 


UINE,  1928 


29 


r/'  KARNEY,  however,  was  not  dismayed 
[^_  by  this  defeat  and  shortly  was  hus- 
ly  engaged  in  organizing  the  Working- 
nan's  Party  of  California,  whose  plat- 
orm  demanded  termination  ot  railroad 
nd  corporation  monopolies,  deporta- 
ion  and  exclusion  of  the  Chinese 
lighcr  wages  and  general  improvement 
if  labor  conditions,  Kearney  continued 
lis  sand  lot  sessions.  The  police  stood  by 
)ut  did  not  interfere  so  long  as  nothing 
horc  drastic  than  talking  was  done. 
Occasional  Chinamen  were  attacked  in 
ihe  streets  or  their  laundries  threatened. 
The  public  began  to  tire  of  the  show  and 
|he  W.  P.  C.  rejoiced  that  opposition 
'vas  thoroughly  broken  down 

Accordingly  on  the  night  ot  October 
■•.8,  1877  Kearney  and  3000  of  his  fol- 
lowers marched  on  Nob  Hill.  Mounted 
ipon  a  wagon  in  a  lot  adjacent  to  the 
')ld  Crocker  residence  and  in  the  very 
nidst  of  the  enemy  Kearney  proceeded 
o  denounce  all  the  owners  of  nearby 
nansions,  the  railroad  operators,  capi- 
alists,  merchants  and  stock  and  bond 
lolders  He  called  them  each  by  name; 
tronounced  self  righteous  judgment  on 
'heir  misdeeds  and  infamies;  consigned 
hem  to  eternal  damnation  and  generally 
eviled  them  in  the  good  old  fashioned 
iproarous  manner.  He  loftily  alloted 
,~harles  Crocker  just  three  months  in 
'vhich  to  discharge  each  and  every  Chinese 
in  the  railroad  and  replace  him  with  a 
vhite  man  This  ultimatum  delivered 
\.earney  and  his  band  took  themselves 
iff,  unmolested  by  the  police.  After  two 
•jr  three  more  such  demonstrations, 
"lublic  patience  wore  thin  and  while 
lolding  forth  on  the  Barbary  Coast, 
■Cearney  was  dragged  from  his  soap  box 
ind  with  two  or  three  of  his  leaders  was 
:,hrown  into  jail. 

>  While  in  prison  he  could  do  little  and 
A'ithout  his  leadership  the  mob  could  do 
ess.  The  city  fathers  therefore  permitted 
lim  to  sojourn  indefinitely  and  ponder. 
He  shortly  came  to  the  conclusion  that 
mediation  and  diplomacy  are  not  with- 
out their  value.  He  wept,  repented  of 
lis  sins  and  promised  no  further  trouble. 
His  freedom  was  granted  and  upon 
being  released  from  jail  found  his  dray 
waiting  outside  the  door.  He  was  gar- 
landed with  flowers;  hoisted  aboard  and 
sent  hilariously  upon  his  way. 

I  T      T      T  ^ 

BY  THIS  time  San  Francisco's  leaders 
and  business  men  had  had  enough 
of  nonsense,  foolishness  and  vain  prom- 
ises. They  succeeded  in  having  a  law 
passed  by  the  state  legislature,  which 
made  the  inciting  of  riots  and  mobs  a 
felony,  punishable  with  a  state  prison 
sentence.  Kearney  was  now  badly  fright- 
ened, for  he  well  realized  that  he  had 
been  twice  released  from  prison  because 
there  had  been  no  law  to  cover  his 
,ofFense.  About  this  time  it  came  to  light 

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Individuality 


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Yvonne 

Cunlinucd  from  page  14 

would  be  selected  to  play  that  role  thi:j 
morning.    It   would   contribute   to   hi 
fame,    this  scene,    and   lend   an   air  c 
grandeur  to  his  talents  for  armour.        1 
He  could  see  the  entrance  to  her  apart 
ment  now,   and  it  was  surrounded  b) 
motor  cars.   How  many  times  he   hat 
entered   and   left   chat  apartment;  how 
significant  it  was  to  his  soul;  how  tende  j 
had  been  the  scenes  within  its  cloistered 
walls;  how  passionate  his  memory  of  iii 
was!  But  enough  of  this,  or  he  woulci 
actually  feel  sad  which  would  never  do 
To  he  effective  as  an  actor,  he  realized 
with  the  fine  histrionic  insight  of  thi 
Gallic  race,  one  must  look  sad  but  fee 
gay    He  must   be  objective;  detachedijl 
able  to  act  this  situation  as  its  uniqu(r 
character  merited.  He  recited  the  lines  oil 
verse  again  to  assure  himself  of  a  sorj 
rowful  mien,  and  entered  the  apartmencil 
The  scene  was  exactly  as  he  had  en- 
visaged   The  apartment  was  crowded 
Flowers  banked  the  walls  and  their  odoi 
was  heavy  and  sad,  and  poignant.  Littif 
crescendos  of  talk  swept  across  the  rooir: 
animated  by  flurries  of  nervous  tension  | 
Victor's  figure  immediately  became  tht 
focal  point  tor  every  pair  of  eyes.  H( 
was  imperturbable   His  grief  was  grand 
He  gave  a  slight  shudder,  (ah,  bethought 
how   perfect!),    and   walked   across  tht 
room,  deliberately  and  sadly  as  befittec 
a  lover  whose  heart  was  broken,  to  the 
casket  at  the  far  end.  His  eyes  were  low- 
ered and  his  lace  downcast;  his  grief  wa; 
almost  audible.  Ah,  divine  grief!  Sad- 
ness was  so  lovely  thus  to  experience — 
for  a  moment    before  a  crowd.  As  he 
reached  the  open  casket,   he  raised  hij 
eyes  and  across  its  wreaths  of  flowers  he 
saw  for  the  first  time  the  sumptuously 
attired  figures  of  his  rivals,  Paul  and  Gil- 
bert, a  slightly  painted  circle  under  each 
eye!  There  was  an  awful   hush  in  the 
murmur  of  voices.  The  three  men  looked 
deeply  at  each  other  over  the  dead  body 
of  their  priceless  pearl.  And  in  chat  deep, 
surprised,  gaze  there  was  much  of  un- 
derstanding and  humility,  for  it  brought 
to  them  in  a  moment  the  realization  of 
the    identity    of    their    positions.    For 
Yvonne    was    dead,    here    amidst    her 
flowers,  between  her  lovers,  in  the  sight 
of  her   admirers, — she    who    had   been 
faithful  to  all  of  them  but  to  none  ot 
them 

But    of   this,    of   course,    there    was 
nothing  said. 


31 


UNE,  1928 


'he  shops  along  the  street  are  hke 
consulates  of  different  nations. '' 
,«_    Robert  Louis  Stevenson  said  it 
of  the  city  he  loved  so  passionately. 

Now  1  know  what  you  are  thinking : 
she  is  going  to  pilot  us  through  China- 
town where  "the  goods  they  offer  for 
sale  are  as  foreign  as  the  lettering  on  the 
sign  hoard  of  the  shop :  dried  fish  from 
the  China  seas;  pale  cakes  and  sweet- 
meats, the  like,  perhaps  once  eaten  hy 
Badroulboudour;  nuts  of  unfriendly 
shape;  ambiguous,  outlandish  vege- 
tables' .  .  .  telling  of  a  country  where 
the  trees  are  not  as  our  trees,  and  the 
very  back  garden  is  a  cabinet  of  curi- 
osities." 

No,  it's  not  to  the  cool,  narrow  streets 
of  Chinatown;  nor  to  our  authentic  bit 
of  Japan;  nor  to  hilly,  fog-drenched 
"little  Italy",  nor  to  where,  within  the 
shadow  of  its  church— Our  Lady  ot 
Guadalupe— the  Mexican  quarter  clings 
like  a  child  to  its  mother's  skirt;  not  to 
any  of  these  do  I  choose  to  lure  you  .  .  . 
though  in  each  quaint  place  the  San 
Franciscan  may  "visit  an  actual  foreign 
land,  foreign  in  people,  language,  things 
and  customs." 

Instead  I've  a  rarer  treat  tor  you  A 
visit  to  Persia!  Persia  on  Post  Street!! 
Here  Dr.  Ali-Kuli  Khan,  as  colorful  a 
character  as  you'll  come  upon  in  many 
a  day,  has  established  an  art  center  that 
is  one  of  the  most  delectable  "truffles  in 
the  pie"  of  San  Francisco's  famed  foreign 

shops  , 

Many  of  you  will  know  ot  Ur  Khan 
whose   record   as   a    diplomat    is   most 


As  seen 
Her 


worthy  of  mention.  He  was  the  chief 
diplomatic  representative  of  Persia  to 
the  United  States  until  1919  when  he 
was  called  to  Paris  as  a  member  of  the 
Persian  Peace  Delegation. 

T       T       T 

LATER  Dr  Khan  was  Minister  Pleni- 
jpotentiary  to  Poland,  the  head  of 
the  Persian  Embassy  at  Constantinople, 
and  Grand  Master  and  head  of  the 
Court  of  H.  1.  H  ,  the  Crown  Prince, 
Regent,  of  Persia  Before  returning  to 
Arnerica  he  was  Minister  and  Diplo- 
matic Representative  to  the  Republics 
of  the  Caucasus  in  Russia. 

Besides  his  capacity  of  statesman  and 
diplomat  Dr  Khan  introduced  modern 
American  methods  into  Persia,  and  was 
instrumental  in  securing  the  first  Ameri- 
can Financial  Adviser.  He  has  been 
known  in  America  since  1901  as  an 
orator  and  lecturer  on  Persian  general 
culture,  including  Persian  fine  arts  on 
which  he  is  considered  the  toremost 
authority  in  America.  As  a  collector  and 
art  connoisseur  his  private  collections 
have  been  exhibited  in  the  leading  mu- 
seums and  galleries  in  this  country. 

San  Francisco  has  a  special  spot  in  her 
heart  for  Dr.  Khan  for  in  1915  he  repre- 
sented his  government  as  Commissioner- 
General  at  the  Panama-Pacific  Interna- 
tional Exposition.  He  built  and  directed 
the  famous  Persian  Official  Section. 

Dr  Khan's  collection  ot  Persian  Art 
contains  many  masterpieces  that  are  the 
result  of  generations  of  wealth,  taste  and 
research  Their  value  is  a  king's  ransom. 
Through  knowledge  and  experience  he 


is  qualified  to  differentiate  between  truly 
important  and  rare  objects  and  mediocre 
examples  of  Persian  Arts  and  Crafts 

Come  now,  can  you  deny  that  a  visit 
to  a  shop  run  by  such  a  man  could  be 
anything  but  an  adventure!  It  is  .  .  . 
and  more  It  is  a  delightful  and  liberal 
education  What  will  you  see  there? 
Some  of  the  most  precious  Persian  art 
treasures  in  the  world 

T       T       T 

A  PRICELESS  pottery  bearing  the  por- 
traitofShah  Abbas  Theceremonia 
tapestry    of    Kirman     Mosaics,    inlaid 
with  ebony,   ivory   and  metal    Glazed 
tiles  glowing  and  gorgeous  with  color 
A  mirror  encased  in  lacquer,   formerly 
the  property  of  the  King  of  Persia  in  the 
seventeenth  century    A  pair  of  rose  and 
green  and  gold  doors  from  one  of  the 
palaces  of  Ispahan  in  the  time  ot  Shah 
Abbas  Katai  brocades  of  silk  and  golden 
threads,  hand  woven   Kashan  velvets  in 
rose  and  blue. 

Rugs '  One  from  the  sixteenth  century 
Ispahan  period.  Another  of  early  seven- 
teenth century  Joshegan  weave.  A  small 
silk  one  from  Samarkand  and  a  seven- 
teenth century  Geordez  rug  with  double 
prayer  design.  And  painted  panels  trom 
many  Persian  palaces. 

There  is  a  copy  of  the  Koran  written 
five  hundred  years  ago  and  illuminated 
in  pure  gold  leaf  with  several  pages  ot 
multi-colored  design.  You  will  marvel 
at  this  manuscript,  at  its  beauty,  its 
state  of  preservation  and  the  fact  that  it 
has  not  been  placed  in  some  museum 


Quality  Merchandise  Only 


Gem  Pieces  or  individuality 


JEWELERS 


SiiREVE  Treat  s- 

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JP'ariis 


INCH  Ihc  'carlie.fUiaysafSaiu 
Francisco,  bride  j'  hui'CJ  turned 
to  tliit^  City  oj  Paris  for the.^ 
loveliest^ laces,  th<L-> finest^ 
lii^'^nsand  homely  furnishings. 
The  discerning  I) rides  oJ  to- 
morrow not^.only  havej>  thein 
trousseaux  come^yjrom  thej> 
City  of  Paris,  but^  have  our 
'i'-'coratorsperfect^dhejhonie 
artistically  as  well,  making 
iL^one  thaU.  will  surround 
them  with  harmony  and 
happine.ij  in,  color  and 
liney..  purchasing  Jrom 
the  start  the  things  that 
will  bej>  heirlooms 
Jo r  the^i  coming 
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THE  SAN  FRANCISCA 

And  you  will  marvel  again  when  yo 
see  another  prize  of  Dr  Khan's  coUcc 
cion  This  IS  a  manuscript  of  the  fiv 
hooks  of  Jami,  Persia's  great  mysti 
poet  illustrated  by  Behzad,  "the  Raphae 
ot  the  East,"  for  the  ruler  of  Persia  ii 
the  year  934  A.  H. 

How  did  such  a  work  of  art  comi 
into  Dr  Khan's  possession?  It  was  giver 
by  Path  Ali  Shah  Kajur,  the  Persiar 
Shah  contemporary  with  Napoleon  I 
to  Path  Ali  Khan,  the  poet  laureate 
author  of  Shahin  Shah  Nameh,  the  epii 
of  the  later  kings,  that  is  comparable  tc 
the  Shah  Nameh  of  Firdusi  the  great  cpic 
of  Persia  written  in  the  tenth  century. 

It  is  easy  to  understand  how  the  man- 
uscript could  have  been  loved  and  valued 
by  many  kings  and  then  bestowed  upon 
one  of  Persia's  greatest  poets  as  a  royal 
gih.  k  IS  beyond  doubt  the  work  of  a 
master  hand  and  represents  years  of  care- 
ful, tedious  work.  The  full  page  illus- 
trations have  the  beauty  and  color  of 
stained  glass  windows  in  a  cathedral. 

T      T       T 

AFTER  examining  it  one  can  well  ex- 
.  plain  its  perfect  state  of  preserva- 
tion despite  the  fact  that  it  was  inscribed 
in  the  sixteenth  century.  To  damage  it 
would  be  a  sacrilege !  The  care  that' was 
given  it  as  a  treasure  of  the  Persian  court 
is  easy  to  fancy.  And  to  watch  Dr. 
Khan's  reverent  and  loving  way  of 
handling  it  today  one  knows  that  it  will 
leave  his  keeping  as  perfect  as  when  he 
received  it. 

Don't  be  frightened  away  when  I  tell 
you  that  one  of  the  tapestries  is  valued 
at  one  hundred  thousand  dollars  and  one 
of  the  manuscripts  at  seventy-five 
thousand.  A  cat  may  look  at  a  queen, 
you  know!  Besides  there  is  much  that 
you  and  I  may  buy  as  well.  Persian  fab- 
rics both  of  silk  and  of  cotton— hand 
blocked  and  effective  for  a  dozen  differ- 
ent purposes 

There  is  "Marjan"  the  spicy  essence 
of  some  Oriental  blossom.  That  is  the 
exotic  perfume  of  the  East.  It  is  illusively 
alluring  and,  what  is  more,  it  comes  in 
containers  big  or  small  enough  to  fit  any 
pocket  book. 

And  just  yesterday  a  man  complained 
to  me  ot  the  circumstances  that  held  him 
fast  within  the  city  limits  of  San  Fran- 
cisco. "Life  looks  as  short  as  a  mush- 
room to  me,"  he  said,  "and  there  are  so 
many  things  I  have  never  seen.  All  the 
glamorous  places,  for  instance,  India  and 
Persia  and  Arabia  ..." 

Well,  Mr.  Man,  here's  a  trip  all  ready 
and  waiting  for  you  before  Life  shrinks 
another  single  inch.  And  you'll  see  things 
that  even  an  actual  trip  to  far  away 
Persia  might  easily  deny  you. 

How  Stevenson,   who  did  so  much 
traveling  in  San  Francisco,  would  have 
enjoyed  a  visit  to  Ali-Kuli  Khan's  . 
to  Persia  on  Post  Street ! 


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1928 


33 


Tin  Types 


(■.omiiuicJ  fioiii  page  2'' 

jc  he  had  betrayed  his  own  party  by 
ccpting  money  from  the  interests  he 
■nounccd  The  W.  P.  C.  expelled  him 
om  its  ranks.  His  power  was  quite 
•oken  but  to  prevent  any  tresh  activities 
nong  the  more  radical,  unbalanced 
id  rabid  labor  factions  the  man  was 
lally  disposed  of  by  a  clever  piece  of 
sychological  strategy.  A  group  of  busi- 
:ss  men" set  him  up  in  a  business  of  his 
wn  and  made  him  a  capitalist  in  a 
linor  way.  The  plan  worked  admir- 
■oly.  Kearney  turned  from  radicalism  to 
jnservatism,  as  befits  a  man  who  is 
eset  with  the  problems  of  keeping  his 
aterprise  solvent  in  the  always  fluctuat- 
ig  conditions  of  supply  and  demand,  in 
rder,  that  among  other  things  he  may 
leet  the  payroll  of  short  sighted  and 
hiftless  employees,  who  upon  slight 
revocation  would  seize  the  fruits  of  his 
.■ision  and  industry.  Thus  engaged  the 
rstwhile  denouncer  of  all  things  capital- 
Stic  lived  out  a  comfortable  life  span 
nd  even  achieved  before  he  died  some 
neasure  of  solid  respectability. 

T      T      T 

Fog  House 

Continued  from  page  22 

he  sea  with  dry-throated  gulps,  rushing 
)n  again  with  renewed  fury  as  though 
,ome  fierce  creature  were  flogging  them 
It  the  rear.  And  after  a  while,  they  did 
iwaken  the  sleepers.    .    .    . 

The  boy  and  girl  were  lying,  in  the 
sand,  in  a  little  scooped-out  hollow  under 
a  twisted  pine  tree  The  world  was  dim 
with  early  morning  and  fog  still  clung 
to  the  rusty  branches  overhead.  Their 
bed  of  sand  was  not  so  sott  now,  and 
they  were  cold — for  their  only  blanket 
was  a  lacey  texture  of  glistening  moisture 
the  fog  had  dropped  lightly  upon  them 
While  they  slept.  So  they  rose  to  go. 

Down  the  fog-filled  arcade  of  trees 
the  two  figures  walked,  arm  in  arm, 
swaying  together  in  a  oneness  that  was 
inot  the  work  of  the  fusing  mists. 


A  Promised  Fiesta 

Continued  from  page  16 

with  high  zest  and  even  now  there  are 
discernible  undertones,  promises  and 
prophecies.  On  a  morning  in  October, 
Don  Caspar  Portola,  all  will  stand  in 
readiness.  You  are  bidden  to  the  rendez- 
vous, to  the  rediscovery  of  a  gay,  gray 
city  swathed  in  gold,  purple,  green,  red, 
orange,  scarlet.  San  Francisco  will  rise 
again  to  salute  you;  to  bow  low  and 
sweepingly  before  you;  to  feast  and  dine 
with  you  as  becomes  a  city  which  forgets 
not  her  discoverer,  her  saints,  her  heroes, 
her  builders,  nor  yet  her  sinners. 


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\V    RAPHAEL  WEILL  8  COMPANY/  n 

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h 


December  has  no 

[-?  -^^^  monoply    on 
r^^  gift-giving    .    .    . 
.just   six    months 
away      t  r  o  m 
Christmas     is 
another    "gift" 
month.   June,   of 
course    .   .    .    the 
harvest  time  of  girl  graduate  and  bride. 

There  is,  however,  a  vast  difference  in 
choosing  the  specialized  individual  gift 
for  one  or  two  girl  graduates  and  one  or 
two  brides  (unless  your  friends  are  liter- 
ally legion)  as  contrasted  with  the  un- 
limited holiday  Use  of  assorted  relatives. 

Whether  it  be  an  unsuspected  Pollyanna 
complex  or  the  vicarious  pleasure  of 
selecting  a  coveted  possession  destined 
for  another,  the  fact  remains  that  every- 
one of  us  sincerely  enjoys  gift  searching 

Even  if  you  truly  believe  that  this  semi- 
annual gift-giving  festival  is  the  most 
boresome  of  bores,  just  try  an  experi- 
mental cruise  through  the  brimming 
highways  and  byways  of  The  White 
House,  and  as  the  romance  of  gift- 
merchandise  is  skillfully  revealed  to 
your  prejudiced  gaze,  you  will  find  your 
scepticism  magically  dispelled 

Blessed     be     the 

US  =^  gift-giver    (from 
^^"^  S^S  the    recipient's 
_^_  ■■     -     ^=  viewpoint)    who 
'-  "^  lingers  and  is  lost 

^^^^^  >,  =  amongtheobjects 
<^  M  of  art  on  the  third 
^^«  floor.  Lalique 
'bottles  and  bowls 
with  a  moonstone  lustre  of  almost  ethe- 
real loveliness  .  .  the  brilliant  newness  of 
mirrored  bibelots  .  .  Steuben  glass  in 
rare  shades  of  opalescent  subtlety  .  .  a 
crystal  ball  lamp  imprisoning  a  million 
winking  bubbles  .  .  all  prove  the  fallacy 
of  the  "gift  problem"  as  it  is  misnamed. 


Many  a  post  matrimonial  dinner  invita- 
tion will  be  directly  traced  to  your 
choice  of  the  boudoir  bottle  set  of  cut 
crystal  and  French  bronze.  And  a  pastel 
painted  booterie  chest  (something 
new  and  decorative  for  shoes,  hosiery 
and  incidentals)  is  good  for  a  lasting 
friendship.  Once  you  get  into  the  spirit 
of  the  thing  you  find  the  only  real  diffi- 
culty is  limiting  yourself  to  one  choice. 

For  instance,  there  is  a  French  type  vanity 
set  that  looks  exactly  like  a  slim-legged 
table  until  the  center  partition  is  opened 
to  disclose  a  mirrored  back  that  tells  you 
instantly  you  have  found  the  ideal  gift 
for  somebody's  graduating  daughter  .  . 
until  you  sec  a  lapis-blue  enamel  dress- 
ing set  of   fourteen   exquisite  pieces. 

Rugs    from    the 


--=— ^=-^=-^=  thrilling  phrase, 
E  invoking  fairy- 
tale memories  of 
Eastern  splen- 
dours. The  mod- 
ern  wedding 
guest,  too,  brings 
to  the  nuptial  feast  more  than  a  passing 
suggestion  of  Arabian  Night's  glamour 
with  his  offering  of  Hamadans,  of  vel- 
vety Mousouls  or  the  ancient  dignity  of 
rare  Baluchistans  .  .  rugs  directly  from 
Asia  Minor,  with  the  mellowness  of  age 
subduing  opulent  colors. 

Linens  of  fabulous  fineness  .  .  embroi- 
dered by  peasant  artists  .  .  adorned  with 
laces  of  incredible  delicacy.  Fit  for  the 
tables  of  kings  and  worthy  of  the  dearest 
bride  you  know.  Banquet  sets  embroi- 
dered in  Spain  that  represent  years  of 
painstaking  workmanship.  Cocktail  nap- 
kins from  Italy  .  .  bridge  sets  with  in- 
sertions of  filet-terre. 

How  surely,  and  with  what  fine  in- 
stinct, The  White  House  develops  this 
age-old  art  of  giving. 


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The  Supreme  Art 

Continued  from  page  9 

subjective  and  unmaterial  medium.  Lan 
guage  is  defined  sound.  Whatever  mer 
sounds  may  have  meant  to  our  ancej 
tors,  they  now  mean  nothing,  A  grun 
is  a  grunt — nothing  more  but  if  I  mak 
the  word  flower  it  is  defined  sound.  On 
can  see  why  the  nature  of  music  and  th 
nature  of  poetry  are  so  closely  akin.  The 
are  both,  through  different  media 
wrought  out  of  formless  sound. 

Having  seen  the  reason  why  the  poe 
is  at  a  great  advantage  over  his  fellov 
artists,  let  us  try  to  glimpse  some  of  th 
elements  that  compose  poetry.  It  is  ver 
ditficuk.  There  are  as  many  definition 
ol:  poetry  as  there  are  poets.  Carl  Sand 
burg  alone  had,  I  believe,  forty-eight 
James  Stephens  goes  so  far  as  to  sa 
"Poetry  is  a  grace,  not  an  art."  There  i 
also  a  wide  difference  of  opinion  as  tc 
the  names  which  should  be  given  to  th 
elements  constituting  poetry.  In  m- 
own  crude,  unscholarly  way,  I  breal 
poetry  loosely  into  four  parts;  i 
Thought;  2.  Imagination;  3.  Emotion] 
4.  Form. 

Now  thought  is  not  imagination,  no 
in  its  strict  sense  is  imagination  thought 
Yet    both  are  functions    of   the    brain 
Thought  is  an  orderly  movement,  ana 
lytically  examining  and  establishing  th) 
relation    between    things    and    betweei 
ideas.   Imagination  is  a  sublimely  cha 
otic  movement  bringing  together  syn 
thetically,    after    a    manner    highly   in 
dividual,  a  new  juxtoposition  of  ideas 
Thought  is  the  solid  edifice  of  reasonec 
knowledge    which    the    race    painfull) 
builds  up  only  to  have  the  darlings  o 
mankind — the  wundetkinder,  the  poet: 
knock  it  down  and  rearrange  it  into  ; 
bewildering  palace  of  Kubla  Kahn.  Lei 
us  take  a  simple  illustration.  Thought 
says ;  a  sponge  is  an  elastic,  porous  mas; 
of  fibres  representing  the  internal  skele- 
ton of  a  certain,  fixed  marine  animal  | 
remarkable   for   its  capacity  to   absorfci 
water  without  losing  its  toughness;  anci 
thought  says  again ;  April  is  a  Spring 
month   in   which  there   is   the  greatest 
rainfall  so  that  the  ground  becomes  more 
moisture    soaked    than    in    any    othei 
month.    And    the    Divine    Child   reck 
lessly  recombines  these  painfully  stated 
truths  into  the  brief,   immortal  phrase 
"spongey  April."  Yet  right  here  in  spite 
of  the  prosaic  garb  it  wears,  we  must 
remember  that  thought  is  the  very  subi 
stance  of  poetry.  Underneath  the  color' 
lent  by  imagination,  the  richness  lent  by 
feeling  or  emotion,  the  sensuous  pleasurei 
lent  by  perfection  of  form,  there  musti 
be  the  element  of  thought.   The  more 
profound     that     thought,     the     larger,! 
firmer    and    more    noble,    the    poetry. 
Thought  is  the  white  light  common  to 
all    brain    power.    Imagination    is   thei 
prism  through  which  the  white  light  of| 


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thought  is  broken  into  a  color  arrange- 
ment differing  with  every  poet.  If  the 
white  light  of  thought  be  but  a  star,  the 
refraction  will  be  feeble.  If  it  be  a  moon, 
the  refraction  will  be  pallid  though 
lovely.  But  if  it  be  the  white  light  ofa 
sun,  the  refraction  will  dazzle  us  with 
rainbow  glory.  Great  imagination  play- 
ing upon  great  ideas  swept  by  vast  emo- 
tions, and  given  colossal  form  makes 
major  poets;  Aeschylus,  Sophocles  and 
Euripides;  Dante,  Goethe,  Shakespeare 
and  Shelley,  There  have  been  poets 
whose  powerful  thought  overbalanced 
their  imagination  or  some  or  all  the 
other  elements  of  poetry  and  their  poetry 
has  suffered  in  consequence  Lucretius  is 
to  me,  at  least  in  translation,  an  example 
of  such  and  much  of  Browning's  work 
is  overweighted  by  thought.  But  I  know 
of  no  poet  of  supremely  powerful  imagi- 
nation like  Blake  who  did  not  have 
equally  massive  thought  to  project,  A 
weak  thought  passing  through  a  corre- 
spondingly weak  imagination  becomes 
merely  fancy  which  is  a  pretty  daisy  of 
the  field  whereas  imagination  is  an 
asphodel  of  the  air.  To  me  the  three 
most  beautiful  lines  in  English  Poetry 
achieve  their  profound  effect  because  a 
super  thought  passes  through  a  super 
im.agination : 

"Life,  like  a  dome  of  many-coloured  glass, 
Stains  the  white  radiance  of  Eternity, 
Until  Death  tramples  it  to  fragments." 


The  Summer  Season 

Continued  from  page  20 

and  Louis  John  Barrels,  From  Olga 
Printzlau,  he  has  extracted  two  original 
manuscripts  which  he  will  attempt  to 
include  in  a  busy  schedule. 

T       T       ▼ 

THE  Players'  Guild  is  destined  to 
undergo  its  monthly  reorganization 
thrice  during  the  warm  weather  and  it 
may  find  time  to  sponsor  an  esoteric  mo- 
tion picture  or  two.  Sam  Hume  has 
taken  Alice  Brainerd's  place  for  the  sum- 
mer in  Berkeley  and  is  as  yet,  undecided 
on  any  definite  production.  The  Fulton, 
in  Oakland,  will  present  musicalcomedies 
of  another  day  with  Charles  Ruggles  as 
the  guest  star  for  the  present, 

John  Barrymore's  long  awaited  pro- 
duction of  "Hamlet"  will  arrive  at  the 
Greek  Theatre  in  September.  The  French 
Theatre  will  rest  while  concentrated 
activity  is  the  plan  for  both  Chinese 
citadels  of  the  drama. 

Eugene  O'Brien,  Claire  Windsor,  Tom 
Mix,  and  others  are  planned  for  personal 
appearances  at  the  Orpheum, 

And  "Appearances"  continues  at  the 
Capitol. 

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so  many  incredible  pink  skyrockets.  The 
Islands  in  their  nicest  "Sunday-Go-To- 
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for  the  admiring  visitors  that  every  boat 
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On  the  same  boat  were  Mrs.  Clarence 
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Barbara  Ballreich,  who  have  come  to 
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Miss  Ella  Tenney  and  Miss  Helen 
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Those  who  were  here  during  the  visit 
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be  the  world  and  his  wife)  were  doubly 
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Peace,  the  daughter  of  Colonel  and  Mrs. 
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A  Cub  Among  Bears 

Continued  from  page  2*^ 

panteloons;  Rube  Wolf  holds  his  nose 
and  displays  a  mass  of  anti-Painless 
Parker  propaganda.  So  far  Phil  Lamb- 
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stick. 

The  job  of  wooing  and  flattering  the 
childlike  undependable  public  is  a  real 
one  So  when  Phil  Lambkin  acts  as 
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baby  and  ne\'er  completely  recovered — 
one  hopes  it's  part  of  the  "script  "  After 
all,  the  out-front  pre-view  didn't  help 
,  much. 

The  first  afternoon  performance  was 

over  so  I  hurried  back  stage  to  interview 

I  the  new  orchestra  leader.  After  evading 

the  jam  at  the  stage  door,  accompanied 

■  by  a  nod  from  the  doorman  who  was 

;  trying  to  make  more  than  "four  spades" 

out   of  the   handful   of  cards   a   dozen 

I  people  seemed  to  want  to  be  taken  to 

"Phil   Lambkin,"    "Mr    Lambkin"   or 

'"Phil,"    I    hurried   on   to   the   dressing 

(room 

I  The  door  was  open — the  mob  scene 
(prevented  its  closing.  One  man  was 
'tooting  on  a  trumpet.  Another  sawed 
'the  "imprisoned  Clowie"  out  of  his 
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typical  "1  remember  you  when"  boy. 
.And  in  the  heart  of  this  bedlam,  com- 
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"kin  sat  talking  tennis  with  a  friend. 
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ing over  spare  time,  but  he  uses  what 
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or  at  the  beach  or  in  some  remote  spot. 
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of  his  restlessness.  There  was  sincere 
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hatred  for  the  superficial  mesh  of  cir- 
jcumstances  surrounding  it. 
1  The  conversation  revealed  a  boyhood 
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peanut  boy,  usher,  musician.  For  a  time 
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bition for  a  medical  education  but  cir- 
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theatre.  And  once  in  the  clutches  of  its 
enticements  and  lured  by  increased  earn- 
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bare  nor  pretentious.  Surely  it  denoted 
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And  the  fair  haired,  pink  skinned 
youth  vigorously  chewing  the  frayed  end 
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created  by  his  writing.  As  conversation 
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diamond  lodge  pin — and  a  charming 
little  wife.  He  likes  to  dance  and  says 
his  steps  are  neither  intricate  nor  alco- 
holic. He  plans  gradually  to  purge  him- 
self of  his  critical  sins  and  write  plays. 

We  talked  of  plays  and  players,  for- 
getting for  the  moment  that  he  is  a  pro- 
fessional and  I  but  a  member  of  the  great 
American  public.  And  soon  we  had 
drifted  into  a  lively  discussion  of  Bab- 
bitt baiting. 

".  .  .  they  make  me  sick,"  Waite  bit 
harder  on  his  cigar,  "these  people  who 
sniff  at  things  with  the  sole  purpose  of 
calling  their  neighbors  'Babbitts.'  There 
are  Babbitts  of  course,  and  they  are  often 
amusing,  but  everything  they  enjoy  and 
everything  they  do  isn't  necessarily 
damned  by  their  approval. 

"It's  all  such  a  matter  of  values.  And 
no  one  standard  will  do.  Each  produc- 
tion makes  its  own  standard  by  what  it 
sets  out  to  do.  I  would  pan  Emil  Jan- 
nings  for  work  that  I  consider  praise- 
worthyinanartistofsmallercalibre.  .  .  ." 
Then  came  a  discussion  of  standards  and 
purposes,  and  we  were  lost.  It  was  no 
longer  an  interview.  It  was  conversa- 
tion. 

And,  having  stepped  across  the 
imaginary  line  between  private  and  pub- 
lic life,  I  returned,  glorying  in  being  a 
cub  not  obliged  to  growl  according  to 
the  public's  expectations. 

▼      T      T 

Grace  Cathredral 

Continued  from  page  1  2 

Standing  278  feet  above  sea-level,  with 
twin  towers  that  stand  158  feet  from 
the  ground  an  idea  of  its  impressive  size 
may  be  gathered  from  its  exterior  mea- 
surements. It  will  be  340  feet  long  with 
the  width  of  the  main  front  119  feet 
from  buttress  to  buttress.  The  height 
and  width  of  the  nave  are  exceptional, 
being  greater  than  those  of  such  famous 
English  Cathedrals  as  Canterbury,  Ely, 
Lincoln,  and  Durham  The  height  of 
the  nave  will  be  eighty-seven  feet  and 
its  width  forty-two  feet  and  six  inches. 
The  greatest  interior  width  will  be  from 

Continued  from  page  40 


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Continued  from  [HiKc  26 

liad  not  lived.  It  is  not  so  much  that  he- 
invented  yellow  journalism,  j^overnmcnt 
scandals  and  the  Spanish  American  War 
as  that  they  invented  him.  There  is 
something  of  his  love  of  excesses  in  all 
of  us,  something  which  found  its  su- 
preme human  form  in  this  remarkable 
Calitornian  This  idea  leads  to  disturb- 
ing but  exhilerating  speculation.  Not 
only  were  we  ready  and  avid  for  tab- 
loids, sob  stories  and  political  corrup- 
tion (and  in  this  respect  Hearst  was  very 
i<^ZZ  age  way  back  in  the  'nineties)  but 
even  his  flamboyant  and  sometimes 
destructive  inconsistencies  have  their 
counterpart  in  us  all.  In  vain  did  John 
Hay  and  Woodrow  Wilson  oppose  a 
high  degree  of  English  rationalism  and 
sophisticated  statesmanship  to  this  rene- 
gade publisher.  They  were  opposing  the 
organic,  progressive  masses  of  America 
itself  and  even  Machiavelli  could  not 
have  stopped  Hearst's  impetuous  course. 
The  America  of  Hearst  will  always  be 
noted  for  its  extreme  vulnerability  to 
and  eagerness  for  any  sort  of  striking 
irrationalism.  There  is  divinity  in  this 
maelstrom  from  which  have  emerged 
our  new  skyscrapers,  our  enormous 
apartment  house  population,  our  mu- 
seum show-case  knowledge  of  European 
culture,  and  our  tremendous,  colorful 
systems  of  advertising,  transportation 
and  amusement.  America  is  perhaps  the 
only  great  country  left  which  still  has  a 
little  of  the  spirit  of  the  Dioysian  Festi- 
val, and  if  anyone  can  be  said  to  be  in 
the  center  of  and  to  have  given  form  to 
this  hectic,  kaleidescopic  young  spirit 
it  is  certainly  William  Randolph  Hearst. 

▼      ▼      T 

MR.  Winkler  has  given  Hearst 
credit  for  all  his  most  obvious 
inconsistencies  but  the  most  startling  of 
all  has  been  overlooked.  To  carry  out 
his  ideal  for  bringing  back  the  democ- 
racy of  Jefferson  and  Lincoln,  to  make 
the  people  once  more  free  and  equal  by 
his  methods  Hearst  would  have  had  to 
be — in  fact,  he  was  mistakenly  born  to 
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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN , 


'."Pssstl 

what  do  they  say 

///J^anila?' 


How  this  pointed  question 
has  caught  on/  Bankers, 
bookkeepers,  and  college 
boys — everybody's  asking: 

"fF/iat  do  they  sav  in  Manila?" 

It  is  today's  "what'll 
you  have,"  a  subtle  hint 
to  pour  a  drink,  isuan, 
thepassword,started  it  all 


For  this  marvelous  ginger 
ale  from  the  Philippines  has 
given  mixing  an  entirely  new 
and  joyous  meaning.  The  fla- 
vors of  fresh  limes,  fresh  ginger, 
blended  where  they  grow,  with 
the  whispering  waters  of  the 
famous  Isuan  Mineral  Springs 
produce  a  ginger  ale  like  no 
other  ever  sold  here 


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THE  IMPORTED  DRY  GINGER  .iLE 

It  may  be  had  at  the  leadinghotels , 
cajes,  and  from  the  better  grocers 

In  Manilla  they  say 
"E-SWAN" 


Grace  Cathedral 

C'onlinucd  on  page  38 

one  transept  window  to  the  opposite 
transept  window,  a  distance  of  140  feet. 
The  height  of  the  side  aisles  will  be  fifty- 
six  feet.  The  cross  on  top  of  the  central 
tower  will  stand  five  hundred  teet  above 
the  water-front  This  will  be  lighted  at 
night  and  will  be  visible  all  over  the  city 
and  across  the  bay.  The  completed 
cathedral  is  designed  to  accommodate 
4500  people  to  provide  a  natural  center 
tor  the  collective  spiritual  impulses  of 
the  city.  What  Notre  Dame  is  to  Paris — 
what  St.  Paul's  and  Westminster  Abbey 
are  to  London — what  the  Cathedral  of 
St.  John  the  Divine  is  to  New  York — 
what  the  National  Cathedral  is  to  Wash- 
ington, D.  C. — Grace  Cathedral  should 
be  to  the  people  of  San  Francisco  and  the 
bay  region, — a  shrine  of  inspiring 
beaucy — a  source  of  pride  and  joy  to  this 
and  future  generations. 

T       T       T 

Olympic  Contenders 

Continued  from  page  !  8 

certain  of  a  place  on  the  team.  He  is 
consistent  and  is  present  I.  C.  A.  A. 
A.  A.  record  holder  with  a  mark  of  24 
feet  10^^  inches.  Kim  Dyer,  of  Stan- 
ford, placed  second  to  Bates,  with  a 
jump  of  24  feet  5^  inches.  Before  leav- 
ing for  the  East  Dyer  jumped  24  feet 
10^  inches  to  set  a  new  Pacific  Coast 
intercollegiate  record  at  the  Olympic 
Games  trials  at  Stanford  on  May  12. 
He  had  changed  his  jumping  form  be- 
fore the  meet  and  it  seems  to  have  added 
a  good  foot  to  his  jumping.  He  may 
approach  25  feet  before  the  final  trials. 

William  Droegemueller  of  Nort-h 
western  is  a  likely  candidate  for  a  place 
on  the  United  States  team.  He  won  the 
Big  Ten  pole  vault  on  May  26  with  a 
mark  of  13   feet  3  inches. 

Three  men  are  outstanding  in  the 
high  jump.  They  are  Harold  Osborne  of 
the  I.  A.  C,  world's  record  holder,  W. 
C.  Haggard  of  Texas  University,  inter- 
collegiate record  holder,  and  Bob  King, 
of  Stanford,  National  A.  A.  U.  and 
twice  I.  C.  A.  A.  A.  A.  champion  Os- 
borne was  the  winner  at  the  last  Olym- 
pics with  a  jump  of  6  feet  6  inches. 
Haggard  beat  King  at  the  N.  C.  A. 
A.  A.  in  Chicago  in  1926,  setting  a  new 
intercollegiate  mark  of  6  feet  j}/^  inches. 
King  is  consistent  at  6  feet  6  inches. 

Tne  United  States  stands  supreme  in 
the  field  events.  On  the  track  it  is  a  dif- 
ferent story  and  Uncle  Sam's  runners 
will  have  their  hands  full  when  they 
attempt  to  take  points  from  Nurmi, 
Ritola,  Wide,  Peltzer,  and  Lowe.  It  is 
likely,  however,  the  Americans  can  pile 
up  enough  points  in  the  field  events  to 
carry  the  United  States  to  another  vic- 
tory in  the  track  and  field  division,  con- 
sidered as  a  whole. 


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and  fresh  vigor  for  afternoon  hours  .  .  . 
Forget  the  city  streets  and  business  grind 
.  .  .  Leave  the  dull  pavements  and  enter 
the  green  doorway  that  leads  to  enticing 
arrays  of  Spring  vegetables,  Summer 
fruits  and  other  delicacies  to  tempt  your 
appetite  : :  When  the  June  sun  begins  to 
make  you  think  of  vacation  and  you  find 
yourself  day-dreaming  of  the  country 
and  all  out-of-doors  .  .  .  remember 
that  noon -time  holds  a  breath  of  gay 
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speculation 

Continued  from  page  27 

which  derives  its  inspiration  from  any- 
thing but  workings  of  clean  imagina- 
tions, as  damn  speculation  when  your 
thoughts  are  of  gambling. 

Coming  nearer  home,  can  any  really 
sane  person  contend  that  the  develop- 
ment of  the  West  owes  nothing  to  the, 
at  the  times  distinctly  lively,  gambols 
(print,  carefully,  please)  of  the  worthy 
members  of  our  local  exchanges?  1  do 
not  hesitate  to  say  that  the  San  Fran- 
cisco Stock  Exchange  is  responsible  for 
the  strides  we  have  witnessed,  to  a  de- 
gree not  approached  by  any  other  of  the 
great  financial  institutions  of  which  we 
are  justifiably  proud,  and  that  a  career 
of  inestimable  utility  lies  before  its 
sweet  babe,  the  Curb  Exchange.  Of 
what  use  for  bankers  to  conserve  the 
spare  funds  of  the  people,  and  utilize 
them  for  the  development  of  infant  in- 
dustries, to  the  stage  when  the  invest- 
ment bankers  take  hold  and  offer  the 
securities  of  these  industries  to  all  and 
sundry,  if  there  were  no  market  for  these 
securities? 


A  SUBJECT  which,  properly  treated,  in' 
volves  a  discussion  of  the  whole 
modern  economic  structure,  cannot  re- 
ceive its  deserts  in  a  magazine  article. 
Only  a  few  highlights  have  been  un- 
covered, and  these  but  partially.  Much 
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of  interest  to  the  average  reader  ot  a 
magazine  of  this  character;  more,  be- 
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other  topics  of  interest  besides  that 
erroneously  described  as  the  "dismal 
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that  the  brief  presented  may  induce 
some  to  undertake  a  more  intensive 
study  of  a  subject,  than  which  none 
offers  more  alluring  delights  (to  the 
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Here  In  the  very  kitchen  made  famous  by  Kratz  himself — creator  of  the 
famous  Chocolates  Kratz — you  will  be  served  at  a  rough-hewn  kitchen 
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baked  beans.  Tucked  in  a  corner  stands  the  quaint  rookery  with  its 
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cobble-stone  fireplace  inviting  one  to  linger  in  its  homely  warmth  and 
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mosphere   of    a    well-ordered, 
cultured  home.    ...   If  you  seek 
relaxation  you   will   find   it   in   the 
seclusion  of  the  rooms  and  suites  far 

above  the  city  streets At  home 

amid   tasteful    surroundings    you    are 
part  of  the  city  yet  aloof  from  the  busy 
panorama    spread    before   you.    .   .    .    On    the 
other   hand  —  you  can  step  from  that   quiet 
security   into   the  sparkle   of   life   in    Peacock 
Court  where   there  is  dancing,  music  and   the 
gayest  of  San  Francisco  night  life  .   .   .  Whether  you 
are  here  for  a  day  or  for  an  entire  season  you  find  both 
gaiety  and  relaxation  within  your  reach  at 

HOTEL  MARK  HOPKIN 

WHERE  ANSON  WEEk's  ORCHESTRA  PLAYS  FOR  DANCING 
EVERY  NIGHT  THROUGHOUT  THE  SUMMER 


ROOMS  $4  AND  UP 


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NEW    YORK       576   MADISON    AVE. 


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^^l^ANY  of  our  customers  of  today  are  the  grandchildren 
of  those  we  served  when  San  Francisco  was  young. 
It  is  gratiling  to  know  that  we  have  given  satisfaction 
to  three  generations  ot  California  home-owners. 


ORIENTAL  RUGS   •   CARPETS   •    DRAPERIES  •  FURNITURE 


W:    6i  J.   SLOANE 

SUTTER   STREET   near    GRANT   AVENUE    r    SAN  FRANCISCO 


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THE  THEATRE 

Alcazar:  Emerson  Trcacy  returns  in  Howard 
Lindsay's  Tommy.  Then,  too,  there  is  Sidncv 
Toler. 

CuRRAN  :  A  .Vi^/it  m  S/)dm,  .1  torrid  sal.id  with 
— or  without  dressing. 

Columbia:  Victor  Hugo's  T/ie  Man  Who 
Laughs  on  the  screen — lollowcd  by  New 
York  cist  in  The  Trial  of  Mary  Dugan. 

Geary  :  Messrs.  Shubert's  interpretation  of  The 
Command  to  Love  is  scheduled  to  give  way  to 
Jane  Cowl  in  The  I{pad  to  l{pme. 

President:  The  Wonden  Kimono — not  a  bed- 
room farce,  but  a  typical  Henry  Dufly  thriller 
with  Dudley  Clements,  Leslie  Austen,  Clara 
Verdera,  Earl  Lee,  John  Breeden  and  others. 


MOTION  PICTURES 

Granada  :  Jenks  returns  to  add  his  bit  to  sched- 
uled attractions. 

Embassy:  Replaces  The  Lion  and  the  Mouse 
with  Qlorious  Betsy — advertised  as  some- 
thing the  stork  dragged  in. 

St.  Francis:  Heralded  features  to  follow  the 
sentimental  pour  Sons. 

Warheld  :  Summer  fancy — screened  for  those 
who  are  kept  in  the  city  during  the  accepted 
vacation  month. 


VAUDEVILLE 

Orpheum  :  Lowell  Sherman  and  Johnny  Hincs 
start  the  month — Lcrdo's  Mexican  Orches- 
tra follows  and,  in  turn,  gives  way  to  other 
summer  promises. 

Pantages  ;  Everything  from  Mexican  Cossacks 
to  A  Thief  in  the  Night  every  day  from  noon 
to  midnight. 

Golden  Gate:  Si.x  acts  of  Vaudeville  and  a 
feature  picture. 

▼     T     ▼ 

MUSIC 

July  i,  8,  15,  22  and  29:  San  Francisco  Sym- 
phony Orchestra  at  Hillsborough  in  Wood- 
land Theatre.  Coatcs,  Molinari  and  Gabril- 
owitsch,  conductors. 


July  3,  9,  16,  2?  and  30:  San  Francisco  Sym- 
phony Orchestra  at  New  Dreamland.  Coates, 
Molinari  and  Gabrilowitsch,  conductors. 

Advance  notice  of  Opera  Season: 
September  15:  Aida. 
September  17:  La  Cena  Delle  Beffe. 
September  19:  Tosca. 
September  21 :  Madame  Butterfly. 
September  22 :  Turandot. 
September  24  :  L'Amore  Dei  Tre  l{e. 
September  25:  Fedora. 
September  27  :  Andrea  Chenier. 
September  29  :  Matinee,  Tosca. 
September  29 :  Night,  Faust. 
October  1  :  Carmen. 
October  3  :  Cavalleria  E^usticana,  Pagliacci. 


DINING  AND  DANCING 

Aldeane  Tea  Room;  275  Post  Street.  A  new 
find,  excellent  food,  with  a  view  of  Union 
Square  that  is  reminiscent  of  Paris. 

The  St.  Francis:  Rumors  arc  abroad  that  Art 
Hickman  is  about  to  return  to  his  first  love. 

Fairmont  :  Rudy  Seiger  and  his  orchestra  play- 
ing in  luxurious  and  quiet  surroundings. 

Mark  Hopkins;  The  Peacock  Court  is  still  the 

smart  rendezvous. 
The    Clift    Lounge:    Delightful    atmosphere 

with  charming  people. 
Julius's  Castle:  One  of  the  institutions  that 

make  the  town  famous. 

Courtyard  Tea  Room;  450  Grant  Avenue. 
Where  one  can  dine  inside  or  out.  Especially 
recommended  for  Sunday  evenings. 

JuNGLETOWN ;  $02  Broadway.  Josephine  Baker's 

idea  of  Paradise. 
Manmaru  Tei;  546  Grant  Avenue.  Where  a 

Madame  Butterfly  will  serve  you  Japanese 

cooking. 
Aladdin    Studio:    Collegiate,    but    amusing, 

although  a  bit  rough. 
Temple  Bar  Tea  Room:  No.  i  Tillman.  Try 

and  get  in. 

Russian  Tea  Room:  looi  Vallejo,  a  bit  of 
old  Russia  transplanted  to  our  own  Russian 
Hill. 


ESTABLISHED  1852 


Post  Street  Cafeteria:  62  Post  Street.  The 
"Grand  Dame"  of  the  Cafeterias. 

Cafe  Marquard;  For  informal  spirit  and 
casual  entertainment. 

New  Shanghai  Cafe  :  332  Grant  Avenue.  One 
of  those  places  that  every  San  Franciscan 
and  every  out  of  towner  should  see. 


ART 
courtesy  of  the  arc  us 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie:  116  Maiden  Lane. 
Closed  until  September. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legion  of  Honor: 
Paintings  by  Nicolai  Fechin  and  Giovanni 
Troccoli.  Three  landscapes  by  William  Keith. 
Rare  Persian  art  loaned  by  Dr.  Ali-Kuli 
Khan.  Permanent  collections.  Work  of  F, 
Luis  Mora. 

De  Young  Memorial  Museum  :  Golden  Gate 
Park.  Permanent  collections  of  painting  and 
sculpture  by  American  and  European  artists. 
Art  lectures  Wednesday  and  Sunday  after- 
noons. 

East  West  Gallery  :  609  Sutter  Street.  July  1 
to  15,  photographs  by  Edward  Weston  and. 
Brett  Weston. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery  :  239  Post  Street.  Through 
July  28,  Lithographs,  woodblocks  and  etch- 
ings by  C,  A.  Seward. 

S.  &  G.  Gump  Gallery:  246  Post  Street. 
Through  July  14,  English  and  Americam 
etchings.  Etchings  by  Armin  Hansen. 

Persian  Art  Centre:  557  Post  Street.  Rare 
Persian  miniatures,  tiles,  rugs  and  textiles 
from  the  collection  of  Dr.  Ali-Kuli  Khan. 

Augustus  Pollack  Gallery:  Chinese  paint- 
ings and  ceramics. 

Swedish  Applied  Arts:  Hand-woven  textiles. 
Glassware,  pewter  and  pottery. 

VicKERY,  Atkins  &  Torrey;  General  exhibi- 
tion of  etchings. 

Gertrude  Wood  Gallery;  Paintings  hy 
Bertha  Stringer  Lee. 

Worden  Gallery:  312  Stockton  Street.  To, 
June  lo,  etchings  by  Anton  Schutz  and 
others. 


SHREVE  &  COMPANY 

JEWELERS  and  SILVERSMITHS 


Post  Street  at  Grant  Avenue 


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CAMERA  PORTRAIT  BY  HAGEMEYER 


JF/io  shares  ii>i//i  Co/one/  Charles  Lindherph  the  distinction  of  being  America' s  International 

Ambassador  oj  Good  will 


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SAN  fdANCISCAN 


Bacchus  Behooves 

Being  Some  Reflections  on  a  Classical  American  Subject 


THE  Eighteenth  Amendment  sug- 
gests a  new  paradox  ■.  That  all 
drinkers  shall  cease  drinking  in 
order  to  obtain  a  drink.  Through  this 
method  Prohibition  in  this  country 
which  is  poisoning  and  vulgarizing  the 
people  will  be  overcome.  If  everyone 
would  spurn  bootleg  gin  we  should  soon 
have  gin  and  bitters  on  melancholy 
mornings  to  give  courage  for  the  day; 
the  numberless  millions  that  are  in- 
volved in  bootlegging  would  have  no 
influence  in  the  Congressional  heaven 
and  officers  of  Justice  would  find  their 
incomes  impaired.  Countless  federal 
politicians  would,  suddenly,  be  with- 
out jobs,  speak-easys  would  perish  like 
flies  in  October,  many  women  would 
suffer  without  mink  coats  and  jewelers 
would  begin  to  sense  a  panic;  gamblers 
would  be  mendicants  and  soft  water  and 
"headache"  corporations  would  de- 
corporate;  reformers  would  be  bored 
with  nothing  to  do  and  through  their 
desire  to  be  "different"  go  in  search  of  a 
vice  that  could  not  be  found;  their 
distress  might  prove  rather  amusing. 
The  whole  nation  would  certainly  feel 
the  lack  of  any  gaiety  whatsoever  and 
a  great,  petrific,  ennui  would  settle  on 
us  which  could  only  be  followed  by 
the  emigration  abroad  of  all  people  with 
educated  nervous  systems  and  enough 
money  to  accommodate  them,  leaving 
us  a  dull  workhouse  called  a  nation,  sub- 
ject at  any  moment  to  a  suicide  epi- 
demic It  is  then  that  the  Eighteenth 
Amendment  would  cease  to  exist,   not 


By  DAVID  R.  HARVEY 

because  of  emigration,   but  because  of 
economics. 

▼     T     ▼ 

THE  question  of  alcohol  is  a  compli- 
cated one,  as  complicated  and  as  in- 
soluble as  the  question  of  love,  as  old  as 
history  The  need  of  alcohol  seems  to  be 
as  universal  as  the  need  of  God,  for  both 
are  stimulants  and  the  need  of  stimu- 
lants is  a  result  of  Man's  weakness,  shall 
we  say,  or  his  weariness,  or,  most  prob- 
ably, the  result  of  some  sound  chemical 
necessity  To  prove  this  it  has  been 
shown  that  in  the  uttermost,  savage 
islands  the  natives  have  concocted  an 
intoxicating  drink.  People  who  are 
scarcely  human  celebrate  with  intoxica- 
tion. Is  it  possible  that  they,  too,  suffer 
from  boredom?  They  have  their  wine 
as  they  have  their  gods.  Wine  to  make 
pain  less  painful,  and  wine  to  make 
pleasure  more  pleasant. 

The  inherent  characteristics  of  Man 
cannot  be  legislated  against,  successfully 
Alcohol  is  as  innate  as  selfishness,  or 
lust,  or  love.  As  it  is  we  hug  the  Bacchus 
that  is  left  to  us  like  a  man  gone  mad 
over  the  loss  of  his  love,  who  in  a  bawdy 
house,  closes  his  eyes,  tightly,  while 
carressing  a  harlot. 

That  all  the  bibulous,  all  the  epicures 
of  alcohol,  all  the  weary  who  need  wine 
in  order  to  bring  dim  things  a  little 
nearer,  all  hypochondriacs  who  want  to 
suffer  beautifully,  all  philosophers  who 
know  that  happiness  is  a  sop,  all  lovers 
of    conviviality    and    the    cup,  should 


preach  a  temporary  temperance  in  order 
to  overcome  Prohibition,  THAT  ALL 
DRINKERS  SHOULD  CEASE 
DRINKING  IN  ORDER  TO  OB- 
TAIN A  DRINK,  is  a  paradox  with 
possibilities. 

T        T        T 

IT  IS  a  proud  and  courageous  gesture 
that  we  Americans  should  adhere  to 
the  old  tradition  that  an  amendment  of 
the  Constitution  of  the  United  States 
has  never  been  struck  out,  for  what  are 
the  constitutions  of  the  people  in  com- 
parison with  the  Constitution  of  the 
State?  That  the  stomachs  of  most  of 
our  children  shall  be  ruined  in  order  that 
a  few  younger,  barefoot,  children  may 
have  shoes  is  literally  unbelievable.  "A 
little  child  shall  lead  them,"  in  decently 
made  shoes.  It  is  hardly  sensible,  but  is, 
notwithstanding,  inordinately  Quixotic, 
when  everyone  knows  that  a  stomach  is 
far  more  important  than  a  foot,  not  only 
to  the  individual  but  to  the  race.  The 
weak  has  conquered  the  strong.  A  para- 
dox come  true. 

Two  things  in  life  are  vitally  impor- 
tant, good  stomachs  and  gaiety.  We  can- 
not have  good  stomachs  if  we  are  not 
gay  and  we  cannot  be  gay  without  the 
grape.  We  are  like  little  children  placed 
in  confinement.  We  must  be  obedient 
and  abide  by  the  law  in  order  to  be 
released.  Virtue  was  always  wisdom. 
Cease  drinking,  ye  drinkers  and  ye  shall 
be  given  a  drink.  Because,  after  all, 
economics  are  economics  and  certainly 
not  ideals  or  ethics. 


10 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


UPON  returning  from  the  front  after 
the  war,  a  French  soldier  came 
upon  his  wife  in  the  garden  of  their 
humble  hut  idyMic  rural  cottage.  The  re- 


united couple  with  arms  entwined, 
greeted  each  other  fervently.  The  wife 
with  proper  Latin  invective  explained 
that  she  was  repairing  their  treasured 
nest  which  had  been  occupied  at  various 
times  by  German  and  English  soldiers. 
She  hinted  ever  so  \'agucly  of  some 
secret  The  husband  ground  his  heel;  and 
cursed  all  Germans  roundly. 

The  scene  was  suddenly  interrupted 
by  a  small  boy,  who  unperceived  came 
up  and  tugged  at  the  woman's  skirt.  "1 
say,  Mother,  Old  Dear"  piped  the  juve- 
nile, "who  is  this  bally  old  ass?" 


Now  no  less  a  person  than  George 
Bernard  Shaw  takes  up  cudgels 
and  enters  the  arena  to  do  battle  for  the 
monkey  race  which  in  all  this  evolution 
and  gland  grafting  wrangle  has  been 
faring  badly.  It  seems  that  some  doctor 
denounced  Voronoff's  monkey  gland 
grafting  on  human  beings  on  the  ground 
that  the  person  so  operated  upon  acquired 
the  characteristics  of  the  anthropoid 
apes,  namely:  cruelty  and  sensuality. 

In  a  London  newspaper  appeared  a 
reply  to  this  charge  signed  "Consul 
Junior,"  who,  be  it  known,  is  a  world 
famous  performing  monkey  now  in  re- 
tirement at  a  London  zoo.  "Consul 
Junior  pointed  out  that  no  monkey  had 
ever  torn  out  human  glands  to  graft 
upon  another  monkey  to  unnaturally 
prolong  life;  that  the  monkey  race  had 
never  found  it  necessary  to  form  a 
Society  for  the  Prevention  of  Curelty  to 
Monkey  Children;  that  the  late  war  was 
a  war  of  humans  and  not  of  apes.  The 
writer,  speaking  through,  "Consul 
Junior"  is  none  other  than  George 
Bernard  Shaw,  so  claims  the  London 
Times. 

We  look  upon  this  latest  move  of 
Shaw  as  an  act  of  stalwart  justice.  Per- 
sonally we  have  always  looked  upon 
monkeys  as  kindred  spirits  and  cherished 
the  fond  hope  of  some  day  owning  one. 
Withal  what  better  addition  could  we 
make  to  our  staff?  To  the  members 
thereof  a  monkey  would  be  a  perpetual 
source  of  humorous  inspiration. 


Wii.\T  Mr.  Calvin  Coolidge  will 
do  after  March  4th  next  has  been 
an  issue  of  no  small  conjecture  Now  the 
matter  appears  settled  with  reasonable 
certainty  It  is  rumored  that  Mr  William 
Randolph  Hearst  with  his  customary 
palpitating  desire  to  open  to  his  beloved 
readers  fresh  vistas  of  sweetness  and  light 
and  imbue  them  with  the  sterling  pre- 
cepts of  good  old  Americanism  will 
offer  the  President  the  position  of  Dra- 
matic Critic  on  the  New  York  Ameri- 
can, which  position  is  now  open  due  to 
the  recent  death  of  Alan  Dale. 

Upon  the  demise  of  Dale,  so  the  tale 
goes,  Hearst  instructed  the  editor  of  The 
American  to  find  out  what  wage  George 
Jean  Nathan  would  want  to  fill  the 
\'acant  chair.  Nathan  was  haughtily 
upstage  and  not  at  all  impressed  with 
talking  to  the  alleged  3,000,000  Ameri- 
can readers.  "Never  mind  him,"  Hearst 
wired  back,  "after  March  4th  we  can 
get  Coolidge  " 

In  this  instance  Mr.  Hearst's  idea 
amounts  to  pure  genius.  For  some  years 
this  New  York  publication  has  stood  on 
dubious  financial  ground,  earning  in 
newspaper  circles  the  humorous  designa- 
tion, The  Vanishing  American.  Mr. 
Coolidge  during  his  presidency  has  ren- 


the  board  and  the  room  plunged  in  dark- 
ness. Under  its  benevolent  cover  the 
spoon  could  be  returned.  This  was  done. 
In    a    few    moments    the    lights    were 


dered  all  things  propituous  for  the  coun- 
try's citizens  to  conjure  dollars  where 
none  grew  before.  Without  question 
Mr.  Coolidge  is  precisely  the  right  figure 
to  transform  The  Vanishing  American 
into  The  Flourishing  American. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

At  a  recent  dinner  party,  attended  by 
_/\_  the  cream  of  San  Francisco's  fash- 
ionable and  wealthy,  the  host  at  the  end 
of  the  feast  suddenly  rose  and  demanded 
silence.  In  a  voice  agitated,  but  firm  he 
announced  to  his  astounded  guests,  that 
there  was  missing  a  silver  spoon,  intrin- 
sically of  great  value  and  rendered  of 
greater  value  through  having  been  in  his 
family  for  several  generations.  On  the 
point  that  the  missing  spoon  must  be  in 
possession  of  some  one  of  the  guests 
present,  the  host  was  emphatic. 

With  fine  diplomacy,  however,  he 
suggested  a  plan  whereby  his  guests 
would  be  spared  the  indignity  of  indi- 
vidual search  and  the  guilty  spoon  lifter 
would  have  an  opportunity  of  returning 
the  same  sans  revealing  his  identity.  A 
silver  tray  would  be  set  in  the  center  of 


snapped  on  again.  The  amazed  assem- 
blage perceived  that  the  tray  also  was 
missing. 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THERE  lately  prevailed  among  a  cer- 
tain selt-selected,  exclusive  group 
in  one  of  our  forward  looking  women's 
clubs,  a  high  and  frenzied  excitement. 
The  ladies  were  all  a-flutter.  They  had 
extended  to  Ethel  Barrymore  an  invita- 
tion to  be  their  luncheon  guest  and  by 
wondrous  good  fortune  Miss  Barrymore 
had  assented.  To  the  board  were  bidden 
not  the  ordinary  run  of  mortals,  but 
only  those  of  delicate  discernment,  of 
cultivated  appreciation  in  erudite  mat- 
ters of  the  letters  and  the  drama;  among 
these,  of  course,  the  Society  Editor,  and 
the  Dramatic  Critic  of  the  foremost 
evening  press. 

Upon  completion  of  the  repast,  the 
presiding  officer  asked  the  guest  of  honor 
for  a  short  talk.  The  languid  Ethel  is 
resourceful,  if  nothing.  In  that  gor- 
geously froggy  voice  of  hers  she  replied, 
"Rully,  I  hawdly  know  what  to  talk 
about.  Why  don't  you  awsk  me  some 
questions?" 

Silence  and  slight!  consternation.  By 
unspoken,  yet  unanimous  decision  it  fell 
upon  the  Dramatic  Critic  of  the  leading 
evening  paper  to  supply  the  lovely  Ethel 
with  food  for  inspiration.  The  elected 
spokeswoman  put  a  question  and  Miss 
Barrymore  rambled  along  pleasantly  for 
a  moment  or  two  in  answering  it. 

Suddenly  she  shot  and  held  a  barbed 
glance  upon  her  questioner.  She  had 
caught  the  lady  taking  notes.  The  pointed 
look  had  no  effect.  Finally  La  Barrymore 
stopped  short.  "Who  are  you?",  she 
demanded.  "Are  you  a  newspaper 
woman'"  The  charge  meekly  admitted, 
Miss  Barrymore  whirled  upon  the  chair- 
woman. She  had  been  given  to  under- 
stand that  no  newspaper  people  would 
be  present.  She  had  been  imposed  upon 
crudely  and  flagrantly.  She  spoke  right 
up  and  said  so.  "I  despise  newspaper 
persons,"  she  flared, — "for  newspaper 
ivomen,  BAH!"  And  with  these  plain  i 
words  there  went,  also,  my  dears,  the 
famously  eloquent  Barrymore  gestures. 


JULY,  1928 

A  ND  now,  dear  citizens,  it  comes  to 
y~\this!  The  King  of  Fist  Blows  and 
the  Man  ot  Letters  lock  arms,  shoulder 
packs  and  amble  through  unfrequented 
by-ways  of  the  Old  World  in  quest  of 
Culture.  Paradox  ot  Paradoxes!  The 
millenium  arrives.  The  lion  and  the 
lamb  lie  down  together.  The  Rotarians 
shall  have  cause  to  send  up  mighty 
choruses  of  Hosannahs.  Our  Men  of 
God,  proficient  in  intermingling  Big 
Business  and  Religion,  will  rejoice  upon 
the  superior  order  ot  these  United  States 
that  give  rise  to  such  hitherto  unseen 
phenomena  as  this. 

We  refer  to  the  recent  press  announce- 
ment that  Mr.  Gene  Tunney  of  surpass- 
ing ring  prowess  and  Mr.  Thornton 
Wilder,  author  of  The  Bridge  of  San 
Luis  F{cy,  which  was  awarded  the  1928 
Pulitzer  Prize  will  spend  the  summer  in 
a  hiking  tour  through  Europe.  Mr. 
Tunney,  who  among  other  honors,  has 
acquired  that  of  a  connoisseur  of  all 
things  literary  and  an  able  judge  of 
Shakesperian  lore,  ranks  Mr.  Wilder  a 
scant  notch  below  the  Avon  Bard  and 
the  approximate  equal  of  Eugene 
O'Neill.  In  that,  we  must  agree,  he 
shows  good  judgment.  Nor  would  we 
go  so  far  as  to  interfere  with  a  budding 
friendship. 


%i', 


But  then!  Well,  this  walking  tour 
business  seems  to  start  a  dangerous  pre- 
cedent. What  will  become  of  a  good, 
sturdy,  upstanding,  husky  sport  of  he 
men,  if  its  favorite  sons  take  to  flitting 
about  the  country  to  track  down  histori- 
cal uncertainities  and  to  split  infinitives 
instead  of  busting  an  opponent's  nose 
wide  open. 


DURING  the  Republican  pow-wow 
in  Kansas  City,  a  certain  senator 
delivered  himself  of  a  speech — 
lengthy,  pompous  and  praiseworthy. 
Upon  all  the  great  men  and  minds  of  his 
own  party,  past  and  present,  living  and 
dead — Lincoln,  Taft,  Hoover,  Coolidge 
— the  senator  let  loose  Niagaras  of  praise 
for  their  virtues  and  deeds. 

Nor  was  this  all.  The  senator  in  ques- 
tion possesses  a  capacity  strange  among 
one  of  his  kind — that  of  perceiving  some 
worth  in  even  his  opponents.  He  waxed 
wordy  and  tender  upon  some  of  the  not- 
ables of  the  Democratic  party.  Toward 


the  maligned  Wilson  he  was  justly  gen- 
erous. 

But  naught  but  a  loud  silence  greeted 
the  senator's  effusion.  He  had  forgotten 
— inconceivable,  unforgivable,  dastardly 
omission — to  mention  in  his  luminous 
remarks  on  the  Republicans,  Theodore 
Roosevelt.  In  the  audience  were  Alice 
Roosevelt  Longworth,  Nicholas  Long- 
worth  and  Theodore  Roosevelt,  Jr.,  off- 


spring and  survivors  of  the  redoubtable 
statesman.  How  fleeting  is  fame  and 
verily  the  sins  of  omission  are  more  dis- 
astrous than  those  of  commission ! 


WE  BETOOK  us,  with  evet  ready 
copy  sheets  and  pencil,  to  the 
address  of  a  literary  man  we  know  from 
the  east  who  had  preceded  us  here,  to 
carry  out  an  idea  he  had  cherished  always 
of  devoting  most  of  his  time  to  his 
books.  After  climbing  the  steepest, 
cleated  streets,  at  last  we  found  the  loca- 
tion we  sought;  then  back  through  a 
long  vestibule  to  the  door  marked 
"Silence,"  and  after  knocking  three 
times  and  enunciating  the  pass  word 
clearly,  were  admitted  to  our  friend's 
library.  Perhaps  here,  in  recalling  con- 
genial days  and  talks,  we  might  happily 
collaborate  upon  an  all  comprehensive 
phrase  to  spin  a  yarn  around. 

The  room  was  lined  with  books,  as 
the  walls  of  a  library  should  be. 

Books,  books,  all  sorts  and  conditions 
rare  old  sets,  illuminated  manuscripts 
from  monasteries,  Coptic  scrips  on  vel- 
lum, decorative  caligraphs  from  Persia, 
unexpurgated  tales  from  Arabia,  sup- 
pressed pamphlets,  confessions  that  con- 
fess, little  bibelots  and  big  quartos. 

We  talked  for  a  long  time  and  listen- 
ing to  all  that  he  considered  of  sufficient 
interest  and  noteworthy,  took  many 
hours.  Somewhere,  we  rather  hoped,  he 
would  stumble  across  something  to  take 
down.  Presently  he  pointed  out  two  sets 
of  books,  opposite  each  other  over  the 
fireplace,  with  wood  burning,  one  set 
containing  all  the  short  stories  of  O. 
Henry  and  the  other,  in  a  special  bind- 
ing the  epics  of  Norris.  Over  each  a 
small  clock  had  been  placed  with  a  dis- 
crepancy of  several  hours  in  their  time. 

"These — "  said  our  friend,  "I  have 
placed  there  as  representing  New  York — 
O.  Henry  with  his  'Four  Million'  and 


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San    Francis:o   in   Norris's   'McTigue.' 

Then  there's  the  difference  in  time-  -". 

▼    »    ▼ 

WE  CLEANED  out  out  ccdat-chcst 
Sunday  and  came  across  a  copy 
of  the  San  Francisco  Bulletin  just  sixty- 
five  years  old.  We  were  particularly  in- 
terested in  the  account  of  a  voyage  made 
by  Leiand  Stanford,  at  that  time  Gov- 
enor  of  the  State  of  California.  Accord- 
ing to  the  press  the  Governor  had  "had 
hard  luck."  To  quote : 

"Yesterday  afternoon  about  three 
o'clock,  soon  after  the  sham  battle  was 
over  at  Kennedy's  farm,  Governor 
Stanford  and  staff  rode  down  to  the  San 
Antonio  landing  to  take  passage  on  the 
Oakland  steamer  to  this  city.  In  this 
purpose  the  party  were  disappointed, 
there  being  no  room  for  the  horses  on 
board,  and  they  had  to  take  passage  on 
the  San  Antonio  which  left  at  5  o'clock. 
Fate,  however,  still  continued  unpropi- 
tious,  as  the  San  Antonio  on  coming  to 
her  dock,  got  stuck  in  the  mud  when 
about  thirty  feet  from  the  wharf,  where 
she  lay  for  nearly  an  hour  to  the  intense 
disgust  of  all  on  board." 

TFT 

WITH  the  object  of  providing  choice 
solace  for  a  friend  who  was  con- 
fined in  a  local  hospital  and  who  is  a  dili 
gent  and  expert  student  of  French,  we 


purchased,  upon  visiting  him,  several 
current  copies  of  French  humorous  publi- 
cations. To  have  assured  the  confined 
and  helpless  one  reading  matter  for  his 
personal  and  private  use  we  should  have 
taken  him  Sunday  School  leaflets,  the 
Congressional  Record  or  something  of  a 
similarly  innocuous  order. 

Upon  visiting  our  friend  a  second 
time,  what  was  our  astonishment  to  dis- 
cover that  he  had  barely  seen  the  books. 
The  nurses  had  fallen  upon  them  and 
carried  them  away.  Patients  in  adjoining 
rooms,  learning  by  some  telepathy  of 
the  presence  of  the  periodicals,  had  cried 
for  them,  although  they  knew  no 
French.  The  battered  remnants  of  our 
gifts  lay  by  the  recipient's  bedside, 
looted  of  their  choicest  pictures  and  car- 
toons by  the  informal  borrowers.  The 
language  of  the  French  is,  in  truth,  a  re- 
markable tongue.  One  does  not  always 
need  to  speak  it  to  understand  it.  It  is  the 
language  of  not  one  nation,  but  of  the 

world. 

The  San  Franciscans 


12 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Marco  Polo 


Proving  Once  More  that  Bores  and  the  Bored  are  not  New  to  Mankind 

Bv  ELVA  WILLIAMS 


Editor's  Note:  This  brief  dLx:umcnt  has  been  ex- 
humed, deciphered  and  transluted  lo  prove  thai  even 
in  ihc  old.  rtamK>yanl  days  ot  purple-bannered  ualleys 
ihere  *as  one  thai  sutTert\J  from  the  indefaiiKuble  am- 
bition of  a  bore  and  who  had  neither  blue  laws,  nor 
machinery.  rK>r  any  of  the  appendages  of  modern  civili- 
zation to  blame  it  on  It  may  somewhat  palliate  our 
misery  if  we  are  reminded  that  boredom  is  an  ancient 
and  honorable  disease  of  which  times  and  inventions 
are  not  the  causes,  but  that  it  is  a  penalty  those  of  a 
certain  mentality  must  pay  for  having  any  mentality 
at  all. 

SCENE -.  A  cell  in  a  gloomy  prison  of 
Qctioa.    Marco  Polo  paces  about 
the  cell   %vith  the    precision  of   an 
ageing  schoolmaster .   He  is  not  beyond 
fifty-five  years  of  age  but  his  strenuous 
life  has  given  him  a  multitude  of  ivrinkjes 
u'/iic/i  he  thinks  bespeak  manliness  and 
nobility  of  soul,  as  though  ivrinkles  ivere 
the  privilege  of  travelers  alone.   He  is 
bent  and  tired.  His  eyes  are  those  of  a 
fanatic.  His  fellow -prisoner  and  scribe, 
l^usticien,  sits  at  a  rough  table  ivith  the 
implements  of  his  office  before  him.  He  is 
also  old,  much  older  than  Polo. 
Polo:  (dictating)    White   peacocks   and 
fine  purple   cloth  were  the  chief  lux- 
uries of  this  most  noble  city.   Para- 
graph. The  females  have  much  beauty 
as  has  been  remarked  and  are  brought 
up  with  delicate  and  languid  habits. 
Now  we  shall  go  on  to  the  province 
of  Amu.  Amu  is  also  under  the  juris- 
diction of  the  Great  Khan.  "The  in- 
habitants live  upon  the  flesh  of  their 
cattle  and  the  fruits  of  the  earth." 
They    pay    an    annual    revenue   of — 
(Polo  scratches  his  bald  head  in  per- 
plexity) of  sixty-thousand  saggi.  Let 
me   think.    Was    it   sixty    thousand? 
In  the  name  of  the  Saints,  can  it  be 
that  1  have  forgotten? 
Scribe  :  {dully)  Forgotten  what' 
Polo  :  The  revenue !  The  revenue !  Let 
me  think.  Was  it  sixty  or  thirty-five 
thousand. 
Scribe  ■.  What  difference  does  it  make? 

I'll  put  down  thirty-five. 
Polo;    Difference,    laggard.     There    is 
thirty  thousand  saggi  for  a  difference. 
Scribe:   Wrong,    brother.    Twenty-five. 
But  if  you're  not  sure  no  one  will  be 
able  to  dispute  you,  so  why  torture 
yourself.  No  one  knows.  No  one  can 
dispute  you. 
Polo:  I  know  and  posterity  will  know. 
If  I  make  one  mistake  the  veracity  of 
all    the    rest    of   my    work    will    be 
doubted. 
Scribe;  When  posterity  has  arrived  the 
revenue    will,    probably,    no    longer 
exist.  The  Great  Khan  will  be  dead. 
The  saggi  will  have  a  different  value, 
if  any  at  all,  and  you'll  be  dead  and 
I'll  be  dead,  so  let  posterity  do  its  own 
traveling. 


Polo:  {ignoring  him)  It  is  thirty-five 
thousand.  Yes,  thirty-five.  Put  that 
down.  The  women  of  this  country 
are  noted  for  the  beauty  of  their  hair 
which  is  long  and  heavy.  They  spend 
the  greater  part  of  the  day  perfuming 
it  with  sweet-smelling  oils. 


Editor's  Note :  Rex  Smith  will  be  remem- 
bered by  readers  of  the  San  Franciscan  for 
his  brilliant  article  on  Edgar  Saltus  which 
was  published  in  this  magazine.  His  verse, 
which  has  earned  considerable  praise  from 
literary  critics  in  this  country  and  England, 
is  about  to  be  published  in  book  form  under 
the  name  of  "The  Moon  of  Minstrelsy". 


Venturer 

By  Rex  Smith 

Tfiere  was  a  day 

Wfien  youth  went  fortfi  to  venture 

Dream  of  fife  and  wondrous  rendezvous. 

Dark  clouds  of  doubt  were  spurned. 
And  through  a  crystal  dawn 
Bore  brave-winged  chariots  of  flame ' 
Love-drawn    and    glorious    with    radi- 
ance  .   .    . 
The  more  for  having  happy  grace 
Than  power ' 

A  lark 

Wheeled,  singing,  toward  the  great, 
white  sun : 

Life  of  light  and  goal  of  the  living 
course   .   .   . 

Where,  all  untangled,  ways  of  wan- 
derers end. 

Wheeled 

And,  blinded,  fell  through  wailing 
spirals. 

God,  bereft,  wept  o'er  a  broken 
tongue   .   .   . 

On  Jordan's  bank  a  requiem  touched 
the  shore ! 

There  were  those 
Who  murmured  craven  names. 
And  sneered  askance  that  daring  hearts 
are  mad! 

Pale,  envious  ones 

Who  whimpered  platitudes  .   .   . 

While  God,  bereft,  wept  o'er  a  broken 

tongue; 
On  Jordan's  bank  a  requiem  kissed  the 

shore ! 


Scribe:  How  do  you  know? 

Polo;  I  asked  the  priests  and  husbands. 

The  women,  one  rarely  sees. 
Scribe:  You  are  an  unhappy  man.  I  pity 

you. 
Polo  :  What  do  you  say? 
Scribe;  You  are  a  fool. 
Polo  ;  Do  I  hear  aright? 
Scribe:  You  arc  mad. 
Polo:   Malefactor!   Scoundrel!   Shall    I 

allow  you,  an  ignoramus,  to  call  me, 


Marco  Polo,  mad?  I  whose  words 
have  been  heeded  and  written  down 
as  wisdom  by  the  Great  Khan,  King 
of  Kings.  The  Great  Khan  whose 
rubies  are  bigger  than  your  two 
squinty,  scrofulous  eyes?  I,  who  sat 
at  the  right  hand  of  an  Emperor,  on  a 
throne  of  gold — gold — GOLD!  Do 
you  hear?  1,  who — 

Scribe;  {interrupting  him)  I've  heard  all 
that  before.  I  am  satiated  with  it. 

Polo  ;  Your  poverty  of  imagination  does 
not  permit  you  to  dream  of  such 
magnificence,  offspring  of  the  dark. 

Scribe;  I  have  been  imagining  magnifi- 
cence for  so  many  months  here  with 
you  I  am  surfeited  with  splendor.  1 
am  weary  of  rubies  and  pearls. 

Polo  :  I  care  not  for  your  weariness  You 
must  continue  to  write.  My  cause  is 
a  sacred  one. 

Scribe;  You  blaspheme. 

Polo:  Where  were  we?  Oh!  yes.  The 
province  of  Amu.  The  city  of  Amu 
in  the  province  of  Amu  is  a  very 
interesting  one.  Through  the  busy 
streets  caravans  were  continually  pass- 
ing bearing  cargoes  of  amber  and 
musk.  Armies  of  great  elephants, 
richly  caparisoned,  carried  precious 
stuffs  to  the  noblemen  of  the  city. 

Scribe  ;  Why  did  you  leave  such  a  para- 
dise to  rot  here  in  a  Genoese  prison 
with  an  ignoramus  like  me. 

Polo  ;  {oblivious)  Birds  of  brilliant  plum- 
age were  to  be  seen  in  great  numbers. 
The  women  of  this  province  are 
notoriously  loose.  She  is  accounted 
the  handsomest  who  has  the  greatest 
number  of  lovers  to  her  credit. 

Scribe:  Be  intimate.  You  have  already 
said  the  women  have  long  hair,  that 
one  rarely  sees  them  and  still  they  are 
very  immoral.  Have  you  no  intimate 
recollections.  Were  you  never  the 
lover  of  any  ot  these  women? 

Polo  ;  I  was  a  man  with  a  mission.  I  did 
no  more  than  taste  their  wine,  from 
curiosity,  and  their  women  meant 
nothing  to  me. 

Scribe  :  You  are  either  simpleton  or 
hypocrite. 

Polo:  Your  opinions  are  worthless. 

Scribe  ;  I  am  wiser  than  you,  brother. 
Where  is  your  wisdom?  I  cannot 
detect  it. 

Polo;  I  display  it  to  you  daily.  I've 
given  years  of  my  life  to  learn  these 
things  that  I  am  going  to  impart  to 
the  world  through  you. 

Scribe  :  To  a  world  that  doesn't  want 
to  know.  You  have  learned  nothing. 
You've   seen    a    few   strange,    misty 

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JULY,  1928 


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Novelist,  Lecturer,  Projessor  oj  English  at  the  University  oj  California;  Benjamin  Lehman  is  one  of  Calijornia  s 

most  brilliant  and  charming  literary  figures.  His  last  novel  "The  Lordly  Ones"  has  been 

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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Keye  Luke 


A   Performance   and   a   Promise 

By  CHARLES  CALDWELL  DOBIE 


SOME  twenty-five  years  ago,  a  young 
Chinese  merchant  who  was  horn 
in  San  Francisco,  upheld  his  native 
tradition  by  returning  to  China 
for  a  bride.  He  chose,  or  possibly 
his  parents  chose  for  him,  a  maiden  with 
the  charming  name  of  Golden  Chrys- 
anthemum who  lived  in  a  village  just 
outside  of  Canton,  bearing  the  equally 
charming  name  of  Joyous  People.  The 
bride  had  back  of  her  a  long  ancestry  of 
scholars  with  the  added  and  culminating 
distinction  ol  a  father  who  had  taught 
classics  at  the  tender  age  ot  fourteen. 
As  a  result  of  this  union,  during  the 
Festival  of  Rice  Cakes,  the  little  village 
of  Joyous  People  found  its  population 
increased  by  the  arrival  of  a  prospective 
male  citizen  who  was  given  the  name 
of  Keye  Luke.  For  three  years  this  di- 
minutive gentleman  basked  in  the  sun- 
shine of  his  home  town  only  to  be  carried 
away  one  day  to  the  bustling  American 
city  of  Seattle.  And  at  that  moment 
there  was  set  in  motion  an  interesting 
problem  in  art  development  of  which 
the  accompanying  illustration  is  the 
latest  but  by  no  means  the  final  testi- 
mony. Can  Oriental  and  Occidental  art 
be  blended  successfully?  It  remains  for 
Keye  Luke,  perhaps,  to  be  the  proving 
ground  for  or  against  this  question. 

T      ▼      ▼ 

THAT  the  progress  of  a  racially 
blended  art  is  hedged  with  diffi- 
culties and  dangers  for  the  artist  is 
abundantly  proved  by  the  statement  of 
Mr.  Laurence  Binyon  who  writes  thils 
from  the  Department  of  Prints  and 
Drawings  in  the  British  Museum : 

"Mr.  Keye  Luke  has  obviously  great 
lalent.  He  has  the  secret  of  the  nervous 
ihythmic  line  of  his  country's  art.  .  .  . 
But  I  very  much  fear  for  the  future  of 
this  young  artist,  if  he  remains  in  the 
West.  I  fear  that  like  some  of  the 
Oriental  artists  and  poets  I  have  known 
he  may  become  a  double  exile — at  home 
neither  in  his  own  country  nor  in  the 
West.  I  would  like  to  see  him  back  in 
China  bringing  new  life  and  inspiration 
into  Chinese  art.  ...  I  do  wish  this 
young  artist  fruition  and  success,  but  can- 
not help  being  anxious  about  him.  .  .  ." 

Mr.  Binyon's  anxieties  were  more  or 
less  occasioned  by  some  of  Keye  Luke's 
earlier  attempts  which  bore  unmistak- 
able signs  of  a  strong  Aubrey  Beardsley 
style.  Happily,  however,  this  phase  of 
Mr.  Luke's  art-expression  has  passed 
and  it  would  be  interesting  to  hear  Mr. 
Binyon's  reaaion  to  a  group  of  illustra- 
tions for  Oscar  Wilde's  "The  Happy 


Prince"  of  which  the  third  is  here  repro- 
duced. The  first  and  second  of  these 
illustrations  bear  evidence  of  Oriental 
and  Occidental  influences  which,  while 
charming,  are  distinctly  recognizable. 
The  virtue  of  the  accompanying  picture, 
showing  the  angel  bearing  to  Paradise 
the  dead  swallow  and  the  Happy  Prince's 
leaden  heart,  is  that  the  blend  ot  the  two 
influences  is  so  perfect  and  subtle  as  to 


Requests  to  a  New 
Mistress^ 

By  H.  P.  Preston 

Could  we  not,  my  dear, 

Eliminate  this  chatter 

Of  Art  and  Love? 

Must  the  eternal  clatter 

Of  thin  teacups 

Always  chime  accompaniment? 

Let  us  be  forthright. 

Meeting  our  ennui 

Quickly. 


defy  analysis.  Perhaps,  however,  the 
term  "defy  analysis"  is  too  strong;  any 
structure  can  be  torn  apart  and  cata- 
logued. But  the  picture  in  question  gives 
a  swift  impression  of  being  a  perfect 
entity.  It  is  like  a  rare  flower,  suddenly 
achieved  through  the  tireless  crossing 
and  re-crossing  of  strains  that  have  been 
both  obstinate  and  irresolute  until  the 
final    achievement    has    fixed    a    new 

"type-" 

ONE  would  have  had  to  follow  each 
step  of  Keye  Luke's  development 
to  get  the  full  significance  of  the  perfect 
blend  of  simplicity  and  detail  in  this 
creation.  It  foreshadows  a  complete 
mastery  of  new  and  satisfying  combina- 
tions, filled  with  involved  Oriental 
reticences  and  frank  Greek  purity.  Look- 
ing at  it,  one  can  well  understand  the 
artist's  statement  that  the  various  art 
manifestations  of  mankind  have  found 
him  an  assiduous  student,  especially 
those  of  his  own  Cathay  and  ancient 
Greece.  He  feels  that  by  reason  of  his 
wide  study  his  work  bears  a  touch  of 
eclecticism  and  his  prayer  is  for  a  wider 
and  wider  catholocity. 

To  those  who  insist  that  great  art  is 
of  necessity    provincial    art,    one   may 


safely  point  out  that  the  day  of  pro- 
vincialism is  past.  For  the  niomtCnt,  the 
breaking  down  of  physical  barriers  that 
made  for  peculiar  people  has  resulted  in 
standardization.  But  is  it  too  much  to 
hope  that  a  world,  adjusted  to  an  in- 
creasing annihilation  of  distance  with 
the  attendant  accessibility  of  sight 
and  sound,  may  execute  even  more  dar- 
ing and  varied  art-forms  by  virtue  of 
the  richness  of  the  treasures  open  to  it? 
Does  the  original  source  of  Keye 
Luke's  artistic  urge  suff^er  because  it  has 
incorporated  into  it  a  sense  of  Greek 
proportion?  Is  he,  indeed,  in  danger  of 
being  what  one  of  his  well-wishers  has 
termed  "an  exotic,  impoverished  by  his 
isolation?"  .  .  .  Had  he  slavishly  con- 
tinued his  worship  of  Beardsley  this 
might  have  been  so.  For  the  genius  of  a 
Beardsley  raises  itself  by  wanton  origi- 
nality to  unsubstantial  heights.  It  lacks 
the  roots  wherewith  to  nourish  an  en- 
during art. 

T       T       ▼ 

BUT  our  young  aspirer  has  outgrown 
the  narrow  vision  of  his  first  artistic 
love.  Environment  and  a  natural  breadth 
have  rescued  him  and,  although,  in  spite 
of  his  long  residence  in  the  United 
States,  his  work  is  still  without  a  definite 
American  touch,  we  have  every  reason 
to  hope  that  it  will  one  day  be  subtly 
incorporated  into  his  creations.  That  he 
is  still  vividly  and  conservatively  of  his 
own  people  is  attested  by  the  following 
written  word  picture  of  a  year  spent  in 
China  when  he  was  eight  years  old : 

"To  this  day  memories  of  my  home- 
land are  very  sharp  and  vivid.  The 
witchery  of  the  nights,  their  stillness 
disturbed  only  by  the  chirping  of  crickets 
and  the  murmur  of  bamboo  leaves  stir- 
ring in  the  warm  breezes;  the  rice  fields 
with  their  waving  grain  lying  like 
squares  on  a  gigantic  chess  board;  the 
burning  sun  glinting  off^  a  sea  of  bronzed 
faces;  these  and  countless  other  bygone 
iiTipressions  I  remember  of  China." 

From  these  sharply  etched  visions  of 
his  native  Cathay  he  returned  to  America 
to  spend  twelve  months  in  Battle  Creek, 
Michigan.  His  impressions  of  this  town 
which  turns  out  predigested  breakfast 
foods  have  not  been  recorded  either  by 
his  word  or  by  his  art,  but  the  day  will 
doubtless  come  when  Battle  Creek  will 
as  assuredly  be  woven  into  his  patterns 
as  the  glory  of  Greece  or  the  burning  sun 
of  China  "glinting  off  a  sea  of  bronzed 
faces."  And  in  that  day  we  shall  know 
whether  Keye  Luke  is  an  exile  from  two 
civilizations  or  a  citizen  of  the  world. 


JULY,  1928 


15 


IjQjCUSTI^TION  FOT^  WIjCP^'S  H^TTT  T'KINCe 


Th, 


le  Angel  Carries  the  Dead  S^valbw  and  the  Leaden  Heart  oj  the  Happy  Prince  to  Paradise  A  conception  l,y  Keye 
Luke  oj  the  Village  oj  Joyous  People;  Canton,  China;  Battle  Creek,  Michigan; 
Seattle,  Washington;  San  Francisco  and  Way  Stations 


16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Notes  on  The  Supreme  Art 

Wherein  Wc  Conclude  the  Article  of  a  Celebrated  Poet 

By  SARA  BARD  FIELD 


THESE  two  elements  which  wc  have 
been  consiJcring — thought  and 
imagination — are  ot  the  brain. 
The  next  element  is,  loosely  speaking  ot 
the  heart  It  is  emotion — feeling. 
Feeling  is  the  element  that  gives 
depth  to  poetry.  It  is  the  surge  ot 
the  poem  It  is  the  most  human 
of  its  values  it,  too,  employs 
the  imagination,  but  this  time 
not  as  a  prism  but  as  a 
magnifying  glass.  The  poet  sut- 
fers  and,  passing  his  suffering 
through  the  magnifying  glass  of 
imagination  we  gain  an  Oedi- 
pus Rex  or  a  King  Lear.  The 
poet  loves  with  the  passion  of 
youth  and  we  gain  the  Song  of 
Solomon — the  Song  of  Songs  in- 
deed, since  it  is  the  love  song  of 
all  Youth.  The  poet's  love  is 
frustrated  and  !:his  frustration 
passing  through  the  magnifying 
glass  becomes  a  Fflmco  and  Juliet. 
The  poet  experiences  false  love 
and  he  sings  thjg  song  of  all  false 
love:  "Take,  O  take  those  lips 
away."  if  the  poet  is  glad  the 
gladness  is  magnified  into  a  burst 
of  ecstacy  "Hark,  hark  the  lark 
at  Heaven's  gate  sings   " 

Feeling  is  emotional  sensitiv- 
ity as  form  is  aesthetic  sensitivity. 
With  the  artist,  emotion  is  the 
invisible  but  powerful  cable  con- 
necting him  with  the  heart  of  all 
humanity.  The  most  stupendous 
symbol  of  poetic  feeling  raised  to 
the  nth  degree  comes  straight 
from  the  heart  of  humanity  and 
not  from  the  bulk  of  poetry.  It  is 
the  symbol  of  the  cross.  The 
figure  of  Christ  has  not  affected 
humanity  more  than  humanity 
has  affected  the  figure  of  Christ. 
The  whole  story  of  Gethsemane,  the  later 
flight  and  fright  and  amazement  of  his 
disciples  show  that  all  were  wholly  un- 
prepared for  the  tragic  denouement  of 
their  master's  career  It  was  later  inter- 
pretation from  the  heart  of  suffering 
humanity  that  saw  in  that  solitary, 
anguished  figure  on  the  cross  the  body 
of  all  suffering  humanity.  The  atone- 
ment— what  does  it  mean?  It  means  at- 
one-ment.  Was  there  ever  such  an  ocean 
rush  of  feeling,  of  emotion  through 
imagination  as  that — that,  out  of^  the 
millions  who  have  lived  and  died,  out 
of  the  hundreds  of  thousands  who  have 
been  tortured  to  death  in  every  conceiv- 
able way,  including  crucifixion,  this 
single,  lonely  figure  could  stand  for  the 


at-one-ment  of  all  human  agony  for 
time  past  and  to  come'  Not  the  con- 
templative Buddha,  not  the  gracious 
Kwan   Yin.   symbolic  though  they   be. 


By  Charles  Erskine  Scott  Wood 

Sing  a  song  of  Summer — of  leafy,  stieafy  Summer, 
Coming  froiTi  cool  mountains  to  walk  the  dusty  way; 
Her  petticoat  upgathcrcd,  filled  with  woodland  fragrance 
Tasseled  pine,  madronya,  wild  grape  and  bay. 
She  lifts  hrown  arms  to  the  piled,  celestial  masses, 
Invoking  their  blessing  :  shadow  and  showers. 
.She  wades  waist-deep  the  wind  billowed  meadows 
Where  grasshoppers  fiddle  the  brittle  hours. 

Birds  arc  sunk  deep  in  the  deep  wood  sanctuaries 
But  goldfinches  glean  the  fcncerow  seed ; 
Thistle,  dock  and  ripe  blackberries 
Which  Summer  offers  to  their  vagrant  need. 

Sing  a  song  of  Summer — leafy,  sheafy  Summer, 
Grass  in  her  hair,  her  smock  much  torn 
By  sharp  sweet  briar  as  she  rides  the  rustling  harvest 
Of  well-bound  sheaves  to  the  wheat  stack  borne 
On  creaking  wagons  in  high-piled  loads. 

Hot  noon  by  the  wayside  among  purple  asters 
And  goldenrod  shaking  yellow  plumes  now. 
Drooping-eyed,  she  dozes,  nodding,  nodding. 
Stroking  the  car  of  a  cud-chewing  cow. 
While  in  the  ditch  with  seven  pink  piglets. 
Summer-drunk  and  snoring,  sleeps  a  hcavy-dugged  sow. 

Sing  a  song  of  Summer.  O  I  have  often  seen  her 

Where  the  hawk's  shadow  runs  on  the  bouldered  steep, 

Under  an  oak,  seeking  sweet  seclusion. 

Around  her  couched  the  new-fleeced  sheep 

Softly  bleating  to  the  sun-burnt  One; 

O.xen  far  below  in  the  broad  yoke  swaying, 

Their  dust  a  cloud  of  gold  in  the  sun. 

I  have  seen  her  naked  with  the  colts  beneath  the  willows, 

A  dark  pool  spread  on  the  shining  sand; 

And  a  green  heron  posing  on  one  leg,  stately 

Where  the  ripples  cease  and  the  rushes  stand. 

Sing  a  song  of  Summer — bumblebees'  low  thunder; 

And  wings  of  butterflies  throughout  the  land. 


carry  the  enormous,  human  significance 
of  the  symbol  of  the  cross. 

▼       ▼       T 

FEELING  is  not  only  important  in  its 
relation  to  the  magnifying  power  of 
imagination  but  in  its  relation  to  form. 
Feeling,  more  than  any  other  element, 
I  think,  dictates  form  and  form  in  turn 
makes  a  channel  for  the  flow  of  the 
feeling  that  cuts  its  boundaries.  Form  is 
the  task  master.  It  stands  saying  "So 
far  and  no  more."  Imagination,  emo- 
tion, thought  itself  in  its  superabundant 
rush  would  overflow  the  banks  of  poetry 
and  poetry  itself  be  wiped  out  but  for 
the  confining  austerities  of  form.  Form, 
too,  gives  balance  and  cohesion.  Just  as 
thought   and    imagination    are    of  the 


brain  and  emotion  of  the  heart,  so  form 
is  of  the  senses — it  e.xprcsses  the  sensu- 
ous element  in  man.  It  is  the  form  of  the 
poem,  more  than  any  other  one  thing, 
that  gives  the  sensation  of  aesthetic 
pleasure.  Form  is  the  anatomy  of 
the  poem — the  boney  structure  on 
which  it  is  built.  One  might 
liken  a  perfect  poem  to  a  tree. 
The  wood  and  bark,  its  sub- 
stance is  thought;  the  leaves  and 
flowers,  imagination;  the  color  of 
flower  and  leaf,  of  changing  light 
and  shade,  emotion.  The  shape 
or  anatomy  is  form.  Curiously 
enough,  though  form  is  appar- 
ently the  more  obvious  element, 
I  find  it  harder  to  explain  than 
any  other.  How  does  it  come? 
Ask  of  the  wind.  No  poet  can 
tell  He  iTiay,  he  will  try,  digging 
with  serious  honesty  into  his  sub- 
conscious activity  but  he  will 
never  fully  know  why  and  when 
and  how  the  peculiar  music,  the 
rhythm — the  subtle  considera- 
tions of  form  were  conceived 
from  the  mating  of  subject  with 
its  emotional  reaction.  Some- 
where deep  within  him  the  mys- 
terious conception  takes  place. 
The  idea  and  the  emotion  meet 
in  a  swift,  passionate  embrace 
and  form  arises.  Dramatic,  epic, 
lyric  forms  are  the  inevitable 
bodies  which  their  subjects  seem 
foreordained  to  assume.  Human 
character  unfolding  from  human 
action  necessitated  an  action 
body — dramatic  verse.  Human 
life  unfolding  from  the  lips  of  a 
narrator  necessitated  a  narrative 
body — epic  verse.  The  cries  of 
the  human  heart,  glad,  sad,  wist- 
ful, pensive,  mad,  agonized  or 
ecstatic  necessitated  a  song  body — lyric 
verse.  So  the  Ode,  the  sonnet,  the  ballad, 
the  modern  free  verse  are  the  inevitable 
bodies  of  the  subjects  they  include  and 
the  emotion  that  swept  through  them. 


And  now  that  I  am  done,  I  have 
JY  Slid  nothing.  You  must  consider 
such  words  mere  dots  on  the  line  of  in- 
finity— dull  sparks  from  a  cosmic  fire. 
Mystery  and  magic  can  only  be  indi- 
cated. That  which  arises  from  the 
depths  of  man's  soul  will  always  be 
veiled  as  will  the  soul  from  which  it 
comes.  It  can  never  be  trapped  and  con- 
fined in  definition  and  analysis. 

In   closing   I   return   to   my   original 

Continued  on  page  J3 


JULY,  1928 


17 


A  member  oj  the  dislinLiuished  theatrical  Jamily  u'/io  (>  iHsiting  San  Francisco  Jor  the  first  time  infii'e  years.  She  is  now  seen  in  "  The  Com- 
mand to  Loi'e,"  the  audacious  comedy,  adapted jrom  the  German  of  Rudolph  Lothar,  which  is  now 

running  at  the  Geary  Theater 


18 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Heights  Plus  Towers 

Being  a  Prediction  of  the  Architectural  Future  of  San  Francisco 


THE  hard  realism  of  mechanism 
carried  to  the  nth  degree.  This 
comhiiieJ  with  overvvhehning 
splendor  of  fantasy,  of  the  very  essence 
of  beauty  and  dreams  Such  are  the  cities 
projected  upon  paper  hy  those  ha\'ing  a 
Hair  for  the  architecturally  futuristic.  We 
look  upon  these  creations  in  wonder. 
They  are  ot  the  strange  unknoun,  ot  the 
concretely  material  They  tcrrity;  they 
magnetize.  When  and  where  has  such  a 
city  existed?  Will  such  cities  ever  exist? 

In  promise,  in  suggestion,  even  in 
some  measure  of  fact,  not  one  but  sev- 
eral such  cities  exist  today  in  America. 
Wc  will  not  dwell  upon  them  in  detail, 
since  we  would  concern  ourselves  with 
the  San  Francisco  of  tomorrow,  of  fifty 
years  hence.  In  thus  concentrating  our 
attention,  we  act  in  the  manner  of  those 
who  are  above  trafficking  in  details  and 
we  dismiss  with  fitting  dispatch  lesser 
and  minor  pretenders  to  architectural 
impressiveness,  for  San  Francisco  by 
benign  dispensation  of  the  Gods  is  ir- 
revocably and  naturally  predestined  to 
occupy,  in  this  sphere,  a  pedestal  of  lofty 
eminence. 

An  arrogant  statement  this.  But  to 
justify  it,  all  and  sundry  have  but  to 
gaze  upon  our  hills — hills  that  rise  above 
a  broad  expanse  of  Bay,  terrace  upon 
terrace  like  some  stairway  for  giants.  A 
city  upon  hills  is  set  up  and  apart  It  can 
be  like  no  city  upon  the  flats  and  plains, 
great  as  that  city  may  be  to  behold. 
About  a  city  upon  hills  there  is  some- 
thing potent;  something  that  heralds  a 
regal  destiny;  something  that  lures  and 
draws  people  in  spite  of  themselves. 
San  Francisco's  hills  have  brought  her 
fame.  They  are  fated  to  bring  her  still 
greater  fame. 

San  Francisco  tomorrow — fifty  years 
hence  will  be  a  city  of  towers  upon  ma- 
jestic hills.  Great  heights  set  upon  great 
heights!  Tall  shafts — masses,  rows, 
blocks  of  them,  beginning  with  the 
financial  and  business  districts  and 
marching  up  the  slopes  of  the  city's  in- 
rrumerablc  hills.  Springing  up  from  their 
sides  and  their  tops.  The  futurist's  fan- 
tasy will  be  no  dream,  but  a  reality. 

T      ▼      T 

NEW  York— it  is  architecturally 
gigantic.  Its  buildings  have,  to 
be  sure,  height.  They  rest,  alas,  not  upon 
hills,  but  upon  flats.  By  their  numbers, 
by  sheer  individual  and  collective  mass, 
they  overcome  the  natural  limitations 
of  the  city's  site.  The  same  is  true  of 
Chicago,  Detroit,  Cleveland.  San  Fran- 
cisco with  growth  will  achieve  collective 
mass;  height  is  likewise  predetermined. 


By  LYLE  HART 

These  two  to  rise  from  the  heights  of 
her  hills.  Therein  she  will  tiiumph 
architecturally  o\'er  lower  and  lesser 
cities. 

Evidences  of  magnificent  phalanx  ot 
buildings  that  will,  in  future  years,  greet 
the  eye  of  those  who  approach  the  city 
by  water  already  exist  The  Nob  Hill 
and  Pacific  Heights  sections  of  the  city 


Iru  thej>  Park  ^ 

By  Edna  Keough 

I  saw  a  golden  peacock 
Come  preening  down  the  path. 
I  saw  a  lapiz  ostrich 
And  a  jasper  elephant. 

To  these  three  stately  strangers 
I  gravely  tipped  my  hat, 
And  to  my  consternation, 
I  heard  a  turtle  laugh! 


number  a  score  or  more  of  lofty,  beau- 
tifully proportioned  structures — hotels, 
apartment  houses  and  hotel  apartments. 
Nor  in  this  section  must  we  fail  to  men- 
tion the  Grace  Cathedral.  There  are  in 
Europe,  and  to  some  extent  in  America, 
church  buildings  of  notable  and  deserved 
fame  for  their  architectural  beauty;  the 
magnitude  and  grandeur  of  their  scale. 
But  where,  traveling  the  world  over, 
will  there  be  found  a  cathedral  like  San 
Francisco's  future  Grace  Cathedral — 
vast  in  conception,  dignified  and  com- 
manding in  appearance  and  occupying  a 
site  so  high  and  remote  above  a  great 
city? 

That  the  type  of  building  housing 
many  people  will  increase  in  numbers  is 
inevitable.  The  city  proper  is  limited  in 
area,  measuring  approximately  seven 
miles  by  seven  miles.  Building  sites  on 
the  Northern  hill  sections  are  now  worth 
the  proverbial  king's  ransom  and  are 
daily  increasing  in  valuation.  They  are 
becoming  too  expensive  for  the  single 
family  to  occupy,  but  the  multiple 
dwelling  structure  makes  it  possible  for 
many  families  to  afford  and  enjoy  the 
advantages  of  view,  light  and  air, 
offered  by  these  hilly  sites. 

In  order  that  individual  and  mass 
construction  in  this  Northern  area  and 
in  other  high  points  of  the  city  may 
evolve  to  assure  the  continuance  of  un- 
obstructed views,  sunlight  and  air,  and 


to  finally  preserve  the  architectural  har- 
mony and  beauty,  it  appears  advisable 
that  some  sort  of  zoning  law  be  devised 
and  put  into  operation.  No  such  law 
exists  to  guarantee  these  ends.  The  need 
of  it  as  a  forethought,  rather  than  an 
afterthought  is  now  acutely  manifest. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

TURNING  from  the  land  to  the  water, 
San  Francisco  has  for  years  been  in- 
dustriously bridging  the  Bay — on  paper. 
Every  aspiring  young  architect,  every 
ambitious  young  engineer  has  drawn  a 
Bay  Bridge  plan  and  laid  it  away  as  his 
practice  and  sense  of  futility  grew  upon 
him.  But  not  entirely  for  nothing  have 
the  visionary  ones  labored.  The  Bay 
Bridge  may  be  built  at  a  not  too  distant 
date.  Without  question,  it  will  be  a 
monarch  of  its  kind.  A  thing  monu- 
mental and  massive  to  incite  the  rest 
of  the  world  to  envy  and  despair,  for 
what  other  city  has  such  a  waterway  as 
San  Francisco  Bay  to  bridge? 

This  much  we  see  taking  form  and 
shape  before  our  eyes.  We  are  sowing 
the  seeds  of  stupendous  masses.  Future 
generations,  San  Franciscans  fifty  years 
hence  will  struggle  that  they  may  not 
be  wholly  the  trapped  slaves  of  the 
masses  we  are  creating.  The  Bay  Bridge, 
several  bridges,  will  be  but  so  many 
small,  crowded  avenues  of  escape.  Future  i 
San  Franciscans  will  be  forced  to  devise;  | 
to  add  to  the  unwieldy  bulk  of  the  city, 
systems  of  rapid  transportation  by  air 
and  underground  lines  to  reach  the 
lower  peninsula  suburbs. 

We  have  even  now  forerunners  of  this 
necessity  in  the  several  tunnels  of  the 
city.  Valuable  as  they  are,  none  of  them 
eliminate  the  necessity  of  cars  having 
to  make  their  way  through  miles  of 
crowded  city  streets  before  the  tunnel 
entrances  are  reached.  This  problem  is 
one  that  will  have  to  be  met  by  some 
means  combining  practicality  and  speed 
in  handling  heavy  incoming  and  out- 
going traffic.  Personally  we  take  no  joy 
in  contemplating  the  day  (if  we  live  to 
see  it)  when  we  shall  be  shot  beneath 
the  hills  in  order  to  reach  the  Peninsula 
communities  and  suburbs.  It  is  in  no- 
wise comparable  to  riding  over  them. 
But  then,  what  Progress  wills,  it  will 
have  on  its  own  terms. 

So  much  for  the  land  and  the  water! 
What  of  the  air?  That  fifty  years — that 
twenty-five  years  will  see  wide  indi- 
vidual and  commercial  use  of  air  craft; 
that  planes  will  be  perfected  to  the  point 
where  only  a  relatively  small  area  will 
be  necessary  for  their  landing  and  taking 

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JULY,  1928 


19 


S^^^  FJ<^^ISCO  I^  iggo 

A  prophetic  view  of  our  city's  towering  heights  as  conceived  by  E.  V.  L.  A 


20 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  House  That  Marian  Built 

Or  What  Happened  to  a  Little  Cape  Cod  Cottage  By  the  Sea 


MARIAN  Davies  cold  hcf  archi- 
cccc  CO  build  a  small  Cape 
Cod  coccagc  by  chc  sea.  She 
wanccd  a  simple,  comtorcable  place 
builc  on  chac  screech  of  vxhicc  sand  jusc 
bencach  che  palisades  ac  Sanca  Monica. 

This  decision  scarced  che  socialiracion 
of  chac  parcicular  beach.  The  place  is 
now  a  long  row  ot  high  walls  backed 
againsc  che  speedway. 

Plans  were  drawn  up  by  a  young 
archicccc  They  were  submictcd  and  im- 
mediacely  an  army  of  workmen  and  a 
fleec  of  crucks  swarmed  over  che  sand 
dunes. 

Several  weeks  lacer  Marian  remem- 
bered  chac  she  was   building  a   house 
Gathering  a  car  full  of  friends  she  cook 
them  down  co  look  ic  over. 

An  hour  later  che  licde  Cape  Cod 
Coccage  was  no  longer  in  exiscence. 
Orders  were  given  for  walls  co  be  corn 
down,  cwo  more  scories  co  be  added. 
Larger  excavacions  had  co  be  dug.  A 
secrecary  cook  noces  co  cable  Europe  .  .  . 

Carpencers  scarced  co  erect  a  huge 
whice  wall  around  che  place  and  lacer 
che  encrance  was  guarded  by  cwo  villian- 
ous  looking  wacchmen. 

Forcy  guesc  rooms  wich  as  many  bachs 
were  added.  Marian  was  delighced.  She 
was  going  co  have  room  for  all  her 
friends.  Alchough  Beverley  Hills  is  only 
twenty  minutes  away  from  Sanca 
Monica,  chac  is  a  long  discance  co  drive 
lace  ac  nighc  .  .  .  now  chere  would  be 
no  need  ot  ic. 


LMosT    a    year     was    consumed    in 
building  chis  licde  house  by  chc 


A 

sea 

An  Irish  inn  was  picked  up  bodily 
and  broughr  over.  A  piccuresque  four- 
ceench  cencury  inn.  Now  ic  is  called  chc 
"rachskeller  "  Ic  was  inscalled  on  che 
firsc  floor  opening  onco  che  marble 
swimming  pool. 

Wich  che  inn  came  all  che  furnishings, 
delightful  panelled  walls,  old  benches, 
tables  softened  wich  age  .  .  .  and  an  old 
bar.  Even  che  flag  scones  were  carefully 
lifced  from  che  Irish  sod  and  senc  over. 

The  inn  is  so  old  chac  che  locks  on  chc 
doors  are  made  from  small  pieces  of 
wood,  carved  and  fashioned  very  much 
in  che  same  way  che  metal  locks  of  co- 
day  are  made.  Putting  the  place  together 
again  took  months  It  was  a  gigantic 
puzzle.  It  took  research  to  understand 
even  the  uses  of  some  of  the  quaint 
equipment. 


By  MARCELLA  BURKE 

Yet  this  inn  is  hue  a  detail  ot  the  com- 
pleted scruccure.  Ic  is  here,  wich  gay 
lounging  robes  over  cheir  baching  suics, 
that  chc  favored  people  of  Hollywood 
gather  before  or  after  a  swim. 

There  is  a  long  marble  porch  running 
chc  entire  length  ot  the  house.  It  is  filled 
wich  low  chairs,  gay  cushions.  You  can 
sit  there  and  look  down  into  a  marble 
swimming  pool.  A  slender  white  marble 
bridge — such    as    Dance    might     have 


Just  Above  a  Whisper 

By  Harry  M.  Coverly 

To  a  beam  ot  light 

chac  whicened  for  a  space 

che  baffling  cracery 

of  my  life  .    .    . 

For  your  love 

more  exquisice  than  dreams, 

yet  made,  I  think, 

of  the  stuff  of  dreams  .    .   . 

More  for  che  deep,  low  harmony 
scruck  by  render  memories 
on  my  hearc-scrings  .   .   . 

Mosc  for  che  ascecic  peace 

and  sombre  happiness 

that  reigns  in  the  simple  region 

I  call  my  soul. 


bribed  Beatrice  to  cross — makes  a 
speedy  runway  from  one  side  to  the 
other. 

You  step  from  the  porch  into  a  long 
sun-filled  room.  Bright  chintzes,  huge 
divans,  cwo  lovely  fireplaces  give  chis 
room  grcac  charm 

The  dining-room  is  abouc  che  same 
size.  Two  black  Irish  mancels  grace 
eicher  end.  Two  rare,  original  Gains- 
boroughs  hang  on  che  wall.  A  hundred 
and  fifcy  guescs  are  seared  as  casually 
and  graciously  as  cwency  ...  for  din- 
ners and  luncheons. 

A  chapcer  could  be  wriccen  abouc  che 
differenc  collections  ot  old  silver  There 
are  special  people  assigned  to  che  care  of 
chac  alone. 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THE  library  is  very  beauciful,  broughc 
from  an  old  English  casde  famous 
in  hiscory.  The  oak  panelling  feels  like 
velvec    to    che    touch    .   .   .    Florentine 


velvec  Deep  red  prcdominaces  in  chc 
coverings  of  che  ancique  pieces  of  furni- 
cure  broughc  from  che  same  casde. 

Book  cases  reach  che  ceilings,  pro- 
cecced  by  silver  wiring  wichouc  the  use 
of  glass,  a  choroughly  ancient  custom. 
A  hidden  button,  when  touched,  causes 
two  book  shelves  to  slide  back,  another 
touch  and  a  projection  screen  slides  up 
without  a  sound  from  the  floor  It  is  in 
this  fireproof  projection  room,  hidden 
behind  the  panelling,  that  Marian  pre- 
views her  pictures 

The  entire  house  is  magical — Aladdin 
might  easily  have  builc  ic. 

Upscairs  the  long  spacious  hallways 
are  hung  with  costly  panoramic  wall 
paper — beautiful  prints  brought  from 
Europe. 

To  the  right  on  chc  first  upper  hall- 
way is  a  breakfast  room  which  is  a  de- 
light. The  walls  here  cell  che  scory  of 
Venus  rising  from  the  sea.  The  furni- 
ture is  painted  in  tones  of  grey  and  green. 
The  room  is  pervaded  with  a  soft  grey 
accentuated  by  pearl  colored  taffeta 
drapes. 

The  bedrooms  are  charming — each 
with  its  own  fireplace.  Four  poscer  beds 
and  ocher  exquisice  pieces  of  early  Am- 
erican furnicure  concrasc  delighcfuUy 
wich  che  modern  seccing. 

Then  chere  are  elevacors — daincy  as 
jewel  boxes — which  cake  you  smartly 
down  to  the  Pompeian  baths,  in  case 
you  feel  that  way. 

Unexpectedly  you  come  to  doors 
which  open  upon  scairwaysrunningdown 
to  the  tennis  court  or  to  gardens  from 
which  the  distant  brilliant  blue  of  the 
sea  is  softened  by  palms,  vines  and 
fragrant  flowers. 

Even  the  kitchen  is  magical  in  its 
appointments.  The  butler's  pantry  has 
dozens  of  shelves  electrically  heated  for 
the  hot  plates — dozens  of  other  shelves 
electrically  cooled  for  che  chilled  dishes 
— a  filing  syscem — astonishing  conveni- 
ences everywhere.  Two  housekeepers 
with  assistants — about  twenty  perfectly 
trained  servants — run  the  huge  house  as 
smoothly  as  if  it  were  the  originally  de- 
signed cottage  presided  over  by  a  com- 
petent New  England  maid. 

Just  a  little  Cape  Cod  cottage  which 
got  intrigued  with  a  few  foreign  ideas 
and  grew  up  to  be  a  mosc  sophiscicaced 
villa — on  which  mighc  more  appro- 
priacely  gleam  chrough  che  crees  on  che 
Riviera. 


JULY,  19;8 


21 


THe  TOW^  ^NT>  CO  UNTTiT 

Famous  Clubs  oj  San  Francisco  as  Visualized  by  One  JFlio  Has  Never  Been  in  Them. 


n 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Sport  of  Pioneers 

Which  Epitomizes  a  Dramatic  Phase  of  the  West 

«vJACK  MASON 


MAKOi  Gras  time  in  New  Or- 
leans! Paris  and  the  noisy 
Beaux  Arts  Ball'  Madrid 
and  the  breathless  throng  about  a  bull- 
tight!  The  glitter  and  gleam  of  a  New 
York  debut '  Oberammergau's  Passion 
Plav'  Each  has  its  charm,  its  romance 
and  tradition,  each  its  pleasure-seeking 
followers. 

But  none  ot  them  ha\'e  more  color, 
more  romance  or  more  devout  followers 
than  our  rodeo  .  .  .  that  gay,  brave 
symbol  ot  another  day 

What  is  a  rodeo?  "A  great  carnival 
which  epitomizes  the  most  dramatic 
phases  ot  the  pioneer  days  ot  the  West 
.  .  .  and  its  spirit  There  the  real,  prac- 
tical work  of  the  trail,  cowcamp  and 
range  is  shown,  through  the  sport  of  the 
pioneer,  for  the  play  of  a  people  is  usu- 
ally but  a  normal  outgrowth  and  expert 
expression  ot  its  work  " 

It  you  arc  one  of  those  that  mourn  the 
passing  ot  the  old  West,  the  loss  of  its 
distinction,  its  trcshness,  its  sturdy  cour- 
age, just  trek  to  Salinas  July  the  eigh- 
teenth tor  they've  a  brand  of  authentic 
rodeo  there  that's  a  guaranteed  antidote 
for  the  tune  that  the  dear  days  are  dead 
beyond  recall. 

You'll  find  the  quaint  Calilornia  town 
bright  with  banners  and  hunting,  its  in- 
hahitants  booted  and  spurred  all  ready  to 
pay  homage  for  five  thrilling  days  to 
those  quiet  men  who  rode  their  plains 
and  roped  their  cattle  in  the  days  when 
roping  and  riding  meant  everything  and 
the  plunging  price  of  Bank  of  Italy  not  a 
thing  in  the  world. 

You  wont  have  to  ask  where  to  go. 
There  is  just  one  direction  in  Salinas  on 
rodeo  day.  Follow  the  jolly  crowd  that 
jostles  its  way  to  the  bleachers  standing 
on  the  floor  of  the  cool,  green  valley  that 
stretches  away  to  misty  hills  As  pretty  a 
piece  of  land  as  God  ever  lay  his  hand  to  ' 

T       ▼       T 

DiRKCTLY  in  front  of  the  grandstand 
the  halt-mile  track  circles  a  fenced 
in  arena  .  .  the  stage  upon  which  the 
"great  epic  drama  of  the  West  "  is  pre- 
sented annually.  Beyond  the  stout  pad- 
dock fences  the  animal  actors  mill  and 
snort  as  though  impatient  for  their  cue 
to  buck  and  bow  their  backs  for  the  ap- 
proval of  the  expectant  onlookers 

Suddenly,  from  behind  a  row  of  euca- 
lyptus trees  on  a  low  rise  of  ground  in 
the  near  distance,  the  rest  of  the  cast 
appears.  A  great  silent  tile  of  cowboys 
and  cowgirls  riding  in  pairs  mounted  on 
horses  of  every  hue. 

Broad  brimmed  sombreros.  Chapps. 


(Editor's  Note:  This  verse,  first  published  in 
Roosevelt's  time  by  a  writer  using  the  name  of 
"Rorodore  Theovclt,"  has  become  part  of 
rodeo  lore  and  is  recited  or  chanted  in  cowboy 
style  at  all  rodeo  campfires.  The  form  given 
here  is  that  used  on  the  program  of  the  last 
Salinas  Rodeo.) 

'TheJ>  Cowboi/'<)  'Keturn^ 

Backwafd,  turn  backward,  oh  Time, 

with  your  wheels, 
Aeroplanes,  wagons  and  automobiles 
Dress  me  once  more  in  sombrero  that 

flaps, 
Spurs,  and  a  flannel  shirt,  slicker  and 

chaps. 
Put  a  six-shooter  or  two  in  my  hand. 
Show  me  a  yearling  to  rope  and  to 

brand, 
Out  where  the  sage  brush  is  dusty  and 

gray. 
Make  me  a  cowboy  again  tor  a  day. 

Give  me  a  broncho  that  knows  how 

to  dance. 
Buckskin    of   color    and    wicked    of 

glance. 
New  to  the  feeling  of  bridles  and  bits. 
Give  me  a  quirt  that  will  sting  where 

it  hits. 
Strap  on  the  poncho  behind  in  a  roll. 
Pass  me  the  lariat,  dear  to  my  soul. 
Over  the  trail  let  me  gallop  away, 
Make  me  a  cowboy  again  for  a  day. 

Thunder  ot  hoofs  on  the  range  as  I 

ride. 
Hissing  of  iron,  and  smoking  ot  hide 
Bellow  ot  cattle  and  snort  ot  cayuse. 
Shorthorns  from  Texas  as  wild  as  the 

deuce. 
Midnight  stampede,  and  the  milling 

of  herds. 
Yells  of  the  cowmen  too  angry  for 

words. 
Right  in  the  thick  of  it  all  I  would 

stay. 
Make  me  a  cowboy  again  for  a  day. 

Under  the  star-studded  canopy  vast, 
Campfire  and  cofi^ee  and  comfort  at 

last, 
(Bacon  that  sizzles  and  crisps  in  the 

pan 
After  the  roundup  smells  good  to  a 

man.) 
Stories  of  ranchers  and  rustlers  retold. 
Over  the  pipes  as  the  embers  grow 

cold— 
These  are  the  tunes  that  old  meinories 

play 
Oh,  make  me  a  cowboy  again  for  a 

day. 


Gaudy  shirts  ;  blue,  green,  scarlet,  purple. 
Rainbowed  kerchiefs  Dainty  heeled 
boots  with  bright  stitching  Horses 
groomed  until  they  shine  like  satin. 
Saddles:  hand-tooled,  inlaid  with  silver 
medallions  that  flash  in  the  sun. 

The  clamp  of  bits,  retch  of  leather  and 
soft  jingle  of  spurs. 

Cowmen  and  wonien  on  parade !  Sons 
and  daughters  of  those  men  who  rode 
with  the  thousands  of  head  of  cattle 
from  the  Texas  Panhandle  over  the 
Chisholm  trail  to  Abelene. 

Why  is  it  that  this  pageant  of  riders 
has  the  power  to  dim  our  eyes  with  quick 
tears  and  cause  our  throats  to  contract? 

Is  it  the  grace  and  gameness  of  them 
.  .  .  the  cleanness  of  them?  Is  it  because 
we  realize  their  modest  bravery?  Is  it 
because,  like  the  Indian,  they  represent 
something  splendid  that  is  dying  .  .  . 
something  that  the  pressure  of  a  new  age 
is  crowding  out  ot  the  scheme  of  things? 

Watch  them  now.  Businesslike  for  all 
their  gay  trappings.  There's  work  to  be 
done  and  they  know  the  full  measure  of 
the  day's  duties.  Relays  to  be  run.  Creak- 
ing old  stage  coaches  to  be  managed. 
Wild  steers  to  be  roped.  Famous  bucking 
horses  and  bulls  to  be  mastered.  Trick 
riding  and  tancy  roping  to  please  the 
eager  spectators  many  of  whom  regard 
the  whole  show  as  a  picturesque  open-air 
circus  little  reckoning  the  risks  they  run 
or  the  sudden  skill  with  which  tragedy 
is  avoided. 

▼       T       T 

SCAN  your  program  It's  a  sober  humor 
that  prompts  the  naming  of  the  un- 
broken horses.  Dynamite,  Skyrocket, 
Cyclone,  Monkey  Wrench,  Grave  Dig- 
ger, Windmill,  Flying  Devil,  Leather- 
neck. They  II  give  you  your  money's 
worth  of  thrills  while  the  buckaroo 
aboard  flirts  with  Death.  Should  he  lose 
the  skirmish  and  a  limp,  broken  body  be 
carried  otf  the  field  his  comrades  will 
ride  all  the  harder  and  the  band  play 
louder  and  faster  to  make  you  forget 
that  after  all  a  rodeo  is  a  grim  business. 
They  only  want  you  to  enjoy  their 
brilliant  costumes,  the  beauty  of  their 
mounts  and  the  ability  with  which  they 
ride  and  rope  and  race.  They'll  do  the 
worrying  about  the  danger  of  it  all.  And 
if  a  horse  should  fall  in  a  grotesque 
manner  and  the  crowd  laugh  the  thrown 
cowboy  will  laugh  too.  He  wouldn't 
want  you  to  know  of  the  pain  in  his 
wrenched  back.  And  if  the  doctors  in  the 
first  aid  tent  will  let  him  he'll  ride  again 
for  your  pleasure  reserving  the  pain  for 

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JULY,   1928 


23 


From  the  etching  by  Edward  Borein 


24 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  daugliler  oj  Jlr.  and  Jlrs.  Horace  D.  PilLfbury.  Reproduced  especially  jor  The  San  Franciscan 
Jrom  the  portrait  by  the  Spanish  artist,  Jose  Moya  del  Pino 


JULY,  1928 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


25 


WEDDINGS 


June  h,  Miss  Kathleen  Mu^ut,  dauKhuT  of  Mrs 
Clarence  H,  Musto  of  San  Francisco,  to  Dr  Kdmund  j. 
Morrissey,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs,  Patrick  Morrissey  of 
San  Francisco, 

June  '^l  Miss  Agnes  von  Adelung,  dauRhrcr  of  Dr  and 
Mrs.  Bdward  von  Adelung  of  Pictlrnont ,  to  Mr  Charles 
A,  Nohle,  Jr  ,  son  of  Professor  and  Mrs  Charles  A. 
Nohk-  of  Berkeley 

June  *^^  Miss  Anne  Dorothea  Nagel,  daughter  of  Mr 
and  Mrs  Charles  Nagel  of  St,  Louis.  Mo.,  to  Mr  \Vil- 
liam  Leiand  Barrett,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles 
Barrett  of  San  Francisco.  At  Christ  Church  Cathedral, 
St   Louis 

June  12  Miss  Margaret  Turner  Partridge,  daughter 
of  Mrs.  E,  B.  Partridge  of  San  Francisco,  to  Mr  Ralph 
Edward  Pcarce,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  C.  Pearce  of 
Spring  Lake.  New  Jersey. 

June  14  Miss  Nettie  Sexton  Long,  daughter  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs  Percy  V.  Long  of  San  Francisco,  to  Mr,  Stoke- 
ley  Wilson,  son  of  the  late  Dr,  and  Mrs.  Frank  P.  Wilson 
of  San  Francisco 

June  23  Miss  Cynthia  Boyd,  daughter  of  Mrs,  George 
Boyd  of  San  Rafael,  to  Mr,  John  J  Hollister  of  Santa 
Barbara, 

June  2t:i  Miss  Lucy  Anderson,  daughter  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs  Thomas  H  Anderson  of  San  f-rancisco,  ttt  Stanley 
Stillman.  son  of  Dr.  and  Mrs,  T  Stanley  Stillman  of 
San  Francisco. 

June  2p.  Miss  Dorothy  Burns,  daughter  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs,  Paul  M.  Burns  of  San  Francisco,  to  Mr.  Alfred 
Hammersmith,  son  of  Mrs.  Alfred  Hammersmith  of 
San  Francisco, 

Miss  Jacqueline  Johnson,  daughter  of  Dr.  and  Mrs 
Llewellyn  Johnson  of  Stockton,  to  Lieutenant  Atherton 
Macondray,  son  of  Mrs.  William  Otis  Edmands 

June  28.  Mrs  Jean  Wheeler  White,  daughter  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs,  Charles  Stetson  Wheeler  of  San  Francisco,  to 
Mr,  Robert  A   Chambers  of  New  York.  In  New  York. 


ENGAGEMENTS 

McCANN-BICELOW.  Miss  Jane  Potter  McCann- 
daughter  of  the  late  Mr  and  Mrs  William  D  McCann- 
to  Winsor  Drury  Bigelow.  son  of  Mr.  J.  E.  Bigelow  of 
San  Francisco. 

ROBERTS-ROUNTREE,  Miss  Jeanette  Roberts, 
daughter  of  Mr.  John  T.  Roberts  of  Piedmont,  and  the 
late  Mrs  Roberts,  to  Walter  Sage  Rountree,  son  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Walter  Benjamin  Rountree  of  San  Francisaj. 


VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Mrs.  Caesar  Hawkins  of  England,  entertained  at  a  tea 
given  by  Mrs    Empey  Robertson. 

Miss  Janet  Coleman  of  New  York,  entertained  at  a 
luncheon  at  the  Francisca  Club  given  by  Miss  Edith 
Slack 

Mrs  Robert  Greer  of  Seattle,  guest  of  honor  at  a 
luncheon  given  at  the  Woman  s  Athletic  Club  by  Mrs, 
Edward  Erie  Brownell 

Mrs  Alice  Ames  Robbins  of  New  York,  honored  at  a 
tea  given  by  Mrs   Alden  Ames 

Mrs  Charlemagne  Tower  of  Philadelphia,  entertained 
by  Mrs.  Leroy  Harvey. 

Mrs,  Edward  Shearon  of  New  York,  guest  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs  Daniel  C  Jackling.  entertained  at  dinner  by  Mr. 
and  Mrs  John  S    Drum 

Mr  and  Mrs  William  O  Molony  of  Geneva,  enter- 
tained at  luncheon  at  the  Menlo  Country  Club  by  Miss 
Florence  Faxon 

Mrs  Hobart  Prince  of  New  York,  entertained  by  Mr. 
and  Mrs    Walter  Scott  Hobart  Jr   at  Pebble  Beach. 

The  Earl  of  Altamont,  entertained  by  Mr  and  Mrs. 
Joseph  D  Grant  and  Miss  Josephine  Grant  at  the  Grant 
home  at  Pebble  Beach 

Mrs  Richard  Hudnut  of  New  York  and  Juan-les- 
Pines,  France,  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs    R    F,  Oakes. 

Colonel  and  Mrs,  William  Stephenson  of  New  York, 
entertained  at  dinner  by  Major  and  Mrs.  Haldimand 
Putnam  Young 

Mrs  Lawrence  Metcalfe  Symmesof  New  York,  visit- 
ing with  Mr.  and  Mrs    Ralston  White  at  Mill  Valley. 

Mrs.  Theodore  Tuttle  Smart  of  Portland,  visiting 
with  Mrs    William  Hinckley  Taylor 

Dr  and  Mrs  Lewis  Smith  of  England,  guests  of  honor 
at  a  dinner  given  at  Orinda  Country  Club  by  Mr.  and 
Mrs   E,  I    de  Laveaga 

Mr  and  Mrs  Woodworth  Selfridge  of  Los  Ang.  les, 
visiting  Mr    and  Mrs    Russell  Selfridge  in  San  Mateo. 

Mrs  Sydney  Cloman  of  Philadelphia  and  Mrs  Wilson 
Pritchett,  visiting  Mr  and  Mrs  George  T  Cameron  in 
Burlingame, 

Mrs  Thomas  Joyce  of  New  York,  visiting  with  Mr, 
and  Mrs    Walter  Martin  in  Burlingame 

Miss  Jean  Ferris  of  London,  entertained  by  Mrs. 
Rudolph  Spreckels  and  Miss  Claudine  Spreckels  at 
Sobre  Vista 


HERE  AND  THERE 

I'lrst   concert    of   the    Philharmonic    Society   of  San 
Mateo,  given  on  June  24  at    the   Woodland   Theater, 


Hillsborough^  Followed  by  a  tea  given  at  the  Sun 
Mateo  Polo  C  lub  by  Mr,  and  Mrs  Charles  BIyth  in 
honor  of  Mr  Albert  Coaics.  visiting  English  amducior. 
Menlo  Park  Circus,  on  June  30.  followed  by  three 
aays  ol  pf)lo  games  and  ending  on  July  4  with  an 
amateur  racing  meet,  also  held  on  the  ground*  of  the 
Circus  Club 

Mrs  Frank  Tirnbcrlakc  gave  a  luncheon  at  the 
Woman  s  Athletic  Club  in  honor  of  Miss  Louise  Bur- 
mistcr.  hancee  of  Jeffrey  Kendall  Armshy, 

Mr,  and  Mrs,  George  A,  Newhall  celebrated  their 
twenty-hfth  wedding  annivcrsarv  with  a  luncheon  and 
garden  party  at  the  Newhall  home  in  Burlingame  on 
June  17.  One  hundred  guests  were  in  attendance, 

Mrs,  Frederick  Husscy,  given  a  luncham  by  Mrs. 
Albert  Simpson  of  Burlingame  previous  to  Mrs 
Hussey's  departure  for  the  East. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Nion  Tucker,  guests  of  honor  at  a  din- 
ner given  by  Mr.  and  Mrs  Clifford  Weatherwa.^  at  the 
Burlingame  Country  C:iub. 

Miss  Helene  Lundborg  elected  to  president  of  the  San 
brancisco  branch  of  the  Junior  League.  Miss  Martha 
Ransome  and  Mrs,  Vincent  Butler  Jr..  added  to  the 
Board  of  Directors. 

Miss  California  Bruner.  entertained  at  luncheon  in 
honor  of  Miss  Frances  Stent  just  before  the  latter  s  de- 
parture for  Europe  Miss  Stent  was  also  entertained  by 
Miss  Eleanor  Weir. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Thomas  Eastland  gave  a  luncheon  at 
their  home  in  Burlingame  in  honor  of  Colonel  Charles  A. 
Lindbergh 

A  bridge  tea  was  given  at  the  Woman's  Athletic  Club 
by  Miss  Mildred  Long  in  honor  of  her  sister.  Miss  Nettie 
Long,  now  Mrs   Stokeley  Wilson. 

Miss  Ethel  Barrymore  was  a  week-end  guest  at  the 
home  of  Mr    and  Mrs    Bulkly  Wells  at  Mt    Diablo 

Mr  and  Mrs  T  B  Crane  have  returned  to  San  Fran- 
cisco and  arc, at  the  Palace  Hotel  Mr  and  Mrs.  Crane 
have  been  abroad  more  than  a  year. 

Mr  and  Mrs  John  S  Drum  are  now  at  Lake  Tahoe 
for  the  summer  They  entertained  a  large  house  party 
over  July  4, 

Formal  opening  of  the  new  Meadow  Club  in  San 
Rafael  took  place  June  9,  Many  dinner  parties  were  part 
of  the  inaugural  festivities 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Silas  Palmer  celebrated  the  twenty-fifth 
anniversary  of  their  marriage  by  giving  a  garden  party 
at  their  summer  home  in  Menlo  Park  Two  hundred 
guests  attended. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Lawrence  Harris  gave  a  barbecue  at 
their  summer  home  at  Woodside  attended  by  all  of  the 
residents  of  the  summer  colony. 

Miss  Cynthia  Boyd,  and  her  fiance,  Mr.  John  J.  Hol- 
lister, honored  at  a  week-end  party  given  at  Bolinas  by 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Aimer  Newhall.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benjamin 
Foster  of  San  Rafael  gave  a  Sunday  evening  supper 
party  for  Miss  Boyd  and  her  fiance  at  the  Foster  ranch 
in  Sonoma  county. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Erie  Osborne  (Cecile  Brooke)  have  re- 
turned from  their  European  honeymoon  and  are  at  the 
home  of  Mrs.  Osborne's  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John 
Franklin  Brooke. 

A  bridge  tea  was  given  at  the  country  home  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs,  John  G.  Sutton  of  Menlo  Park  for  the  benefit 
of  the  Emergency  Fund  of  the  Doctors'  Daughters. 

Mrs.  Ernest  Leopold  Heebner  of  New  York  is  visiting 
in  California  this  summer  and  is  occupying  the  home  of 
her  mother,  the  late  Mrs.  Eugene  Breese,  on  Washing- 
ton street. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  William  Roth  entertained  with  a  large 
buffet  dinner  at  their  summer  home  in  Woodside,  the 
occasion  celebrating  the  fourteenth  anniversary  of  their 
wedding. 

Mr.  George  A.  NeA'hall  Jr.  entertained  at  dinner  at 
Tait's-at-the-Beach  in  honor  of  Miss  Alice  Helen  East- 
land, debutante  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Thomas 
Eastland. 

Monday  luncheon  at  the  Hotel  St.  Francis  assembles 
smart  groups  from  Burlingame  and  town  each  week. 
Among  the  constant  attendants  at  this  weekly  gathering 
are  Mrs.  Jerd  Sullivan,  Miss  Francis  Ames,  Mrs.  Linsay 


Howard,  Mr«.  Bliw  Kueknr.  Mm.  Alfr#'H  Mi'nrlrirk«on. 

Mrfi.   Jairifw  Jankrnan.    Mr«.    Edrniinflu    r ^•■" 

Helen  Oarritt,   Mr*.    Kichard    flcinuinn.    ': 
Murphy.  Miw*  Clniidtn*-  .SprcckcJH,  .\Ir»i    '. 

bone,    Mrs.    Kudolph   Hpn.rkcl«.    Miwi   l),„. ;.,„ 

Mrs.  Warren  Clark.  Minn  Marianne  Cwwerly  nnd  Mnl 
retcr  Heaver,  among  otherfi. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Mrs   George  M    Lowrey  of  Burlingame  has  taken 
aniage  at  Santa  Barbara  for  a  month 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Alan  Clinc  and  iheir  daughter  arc  visit- 
ing in  Los  Angeles,  during  late  June  and  July, 

Mr  and  Mrs  Samuel  Knight  r.f  Burlmgame  will  pass 
the  summer  months  in  Santa  Barbara  where  rhcy  will 
occupy  the  home  of  Mrs    Edith  Newlands  Johnv.n 

Mr  and  Mrs  Webster  Jones  arc  visit  ing  at  the  Bik- 
more  in  Santa  Barbara  for  several  weeks 

Mrs  Rcnnic  P  Schwerin  is  at  El  Miramar  Santa 
Barbara,  for  a  month  s  visit. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Leigh  Syphcr  of  San  Mateo  will  pass  the 

summer  m  Santa  Barbara. 

Mrs  Randall  Hunt  is  the  house  guest  of  her  daughter 
Mrs  H  Kent  Hewitt,  wife  of  C^immander  Hewitt  of  the 
U  S  S  California.  Cx)mmandcr  and  Mrs  Hewitt  make 
their  home  in  Los  Angeles 

Mrs  Eleanor  Doe  will  spend  the  summer  in  Santa 
Barbara  Her  son-in-law  and  daughter.  Mr  and  Mrs, 
Geoffrey  Stuart  Courtney  of  Santa  Barbara,  arc  on  a 
trip  to  South  Africa 

Mr  and  Mrs  Thomas  Alexander  I£ast  of  Berkeley 
have  been  visitors  in  Los  Angeles  during  the  month  of 
June. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Richard  \  leimann  have  taken  a  house 
in  Montecito  for  the  months  of  July  and  August. 

Mrs.  George  Thierhach  will  he  at  the  San  Ysidro 
Ranch  during  July  Others  who  will  be  in  Santa  Barbara 
and  the  vicinity  this  summer  include  Mr  and  Mrs, 
Lewis  Carpenter  and  their  familv.  Mr  and  Mrs.  Ed- 
munds Lyman.  Mr  and  Mrs  Redmond  Stephens  and 
Mrs,  Ruth  Fisher. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  NEW  YORK 

Mrs.  Roy  Bishop  is  in  New  York,  having  made  the 
trip  East  by  way  of  the  Panama  Canal. 

Mr  and  Mrs,  William  S,  Kuhn  will  visit  in  Chicago. 
Southampton.  Pittsburgh  and  New  York  this  summer, 
visiting  relatives. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Ross  Ambler  Curran  are  visiting  in  New 
York  and  Cambridge  In  C^ambridge  they  attended  the 
graduation  of  Mrs  Curran's  son.  Clarence  Post  lev.  from 
Harvard. 

Mrs  Clement  Tobin  was  in  New  York  for  a  brief 
period  before  sailing  for  Europe 

Mrs  Adolph  Spreckels  entertained  at  dinner  at  the 
Ritz  recently  where  her  guests  included  several  Call- 
fornians.  also  Madame  de  Gama 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Ralph  Ellis  of  Berkeley  are  spending 
the  summer  at  their  country  place  at  Jericho,  on  Long 
Island. 

Mrs.  Warren  OIney  Jr  .  accompanied  by  Miss  Con- 
stance Olney  and  Miss  Florence  Olney.  is  in  New  York 
for  a  month. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Timothy  Hopkins  are  in  New  York 
after  a  long  cruise  around  the  world  and  are  at  the  St. 
Regis. 

Mrs  Berrien  .'\nderson  is  visiting  in  New  York  and 
b^ing  honored  at  a  number  of  luncheons  and  dinners- 
Mrs  Prentis  Cobb  Hale  visited  in  New  York  and 
Lawrenceville  where  her  son  graduated  from  prepara- 
tory school. 

Miss  Aileen  Tobjn  and  Miss  J  anet  McCook  Whitman 
were  bridesmaids  at  the  wedding  of  Miss  Frances 
Tenney  of  New  York  to  G.  Morgan  Browne, 

The  Honorable  Barbara  Bagot.  who  spent  much  time 
in  San  Francisco  and  San  Rafael  last  summer,  is  in  New- 
York  with  her  mother.  Lady  Bagot.  visiting  at  the  home 
of  Lady  Bagot  s  brother.  Colonel  Henry  May.  on  Long 
Island 

Mrs  George  Pope  of  Burlingame  was  at  the  Plaza  for 
a  visit  before  sailing  for  Europe 

Mrs  Albert  Ehrman  of  San  Francisco  is  a  guest  at 
the  St.  Regis  during  her  stay  in  New  York. 

Jeffery  Armsby  of  Burlingame  was  in  New  York  in 
June  and  was  usher  at  the  wedding  of  Miss  Angela 
Stevenson  to  Lewis  McComb  Herzog  at  St.  Thomas  s 
Church, 

Mr  and  Mrs  Laiwence  Fck  Jr.  spent  two  weeks  in 
New  York  late  in  June. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Mr  and  Mrs  Danforth  Boardman  and  Vliss  Kate 
Boardman  and  Mrs  Boardman  s  sister,  Mrs.  Alexander 
Keyes.  are  at  Biarritz 

Mr  and  Mrs  St,  John  McCormick  and  Miss  Virginia 
Crossett  are  in  Madrid  where  they  are  being  entertained 
by  relatives.  Mr.  and  Mrs   Louis  Cebrian. 

'Mr.  and  Mrs.  J  O.  Tobin.  Mrs,  Thomas  Magee  and 
Thomas  Magee  3rd  were  also  in  Madrid  at  last  accounts. 

Continued  on  page  33 


26 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Tin  Types 


David  C.  Broderick,  the  Senator  from  California 

By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 


UPON  the  death,  as  the  outcome 
of  a  ducl.ot  David  C.  Brode- 
rick, early  Calitornia  senator, 
a  San  Francisco  editorial  writer  asked, 
"What  was  this  man's  crime?  What 
child  did  he  rob?  What  widow  did  he 
plunder?  "  The  question  was  the  query 
ot  a  man,  who  like  the  slain  Broderick, 
saw  clearly  beyond  the  hysteria  of  the 
hour  Broderick  in  his  career  was  charged 
with  every  high  crime  on  the  political 
calendar  Nay,  he  admitted  the  crimes 
with  which  he  was  charged  The  public 
had  seen  the  ways  ot  his  practices  Yet 
at  the  hour  of  his  death,  the  same  public 
perceived  that  he  had  committed  no 
crime  at  all,  save  that  of  speaking  too 
realistically  obvious  and  unpleasant 
truths;  that  of  rending  too  violently 
outworn  sentimentalities  Such  was  the 
paradox,  the  strange  contradition  of 
Brodcrick's  whole  life. 

The  man  was  originally  active  in  the 
politics  of  New  York,  where  he  was 
born  as  the  son  of  an  Irish  family  in 
lowly,  modest  circumstances.  His  father 
was  a  stone  cutter  and  as  a  boy  Brode- 
rick learned  the  same  trade.  But  the 
craft  of  stone  cutting  held  no  lure  for  the 
youth  As  a  mere  adolescent  politics 
claimed  his  attention  and  he  abondoned 
his  trade  to  join  the  New  York  city  fire 
department.  This  was  in  the  days  before 
science  and  efficiency  were  known  to  fire 
departments  A  man  rose  in  their  ranks 
and  won  his  spurs  by  his  dashing  reck- 
lessness in  action  and  by  his  fistic  powers 
to  lay  low  all  who  might  block  his  path. 
Broderick  quickly  demonstrated  that  in 
both  respects  his  abilities  were  of  a 
superior  order  and  shortly  he  ruled  as 
chief  of  an  East  Side  engine  company. 

This  position  gave  the  young  man 
entrance  into  ward  politics  and  it  was 
not  long  before  he  left  the  fire  depart- 
ment to  busy  himself  with  the  affairs  of 
the  69th  Ward  and  win  a  name  in 
Tammany  Hall  circles.  When  he  was 
barely  21  years  old  Broderick  was  elected 
to  the  New  York  city  council  from  the 
69th  Ward.  There  had  now  taken  sub- 
stance in  his  mind  the  ambition  that 
was  never  to  leave  him  during  his 
earthly  existence — that  of  occupying  a 
seat  in  the  United  States  Senate. 

To  supply  funds  necessary  for  his 
pohtical  life  Broderick  established  an 
East  Side  saloon.  Of  his  own  wares, 
however,  he  was  never  known  to  touch 
a  drop.  His  personal  habits  were  frugal 
and  exemplary  to  the  point  of  asceticism. 
He  wasted  neither  the  substance  of  his 
mind,  his  body  nor  his  purse  on  frivol- 
ity,  dissipation,   profligate  companions 


nor  anyone  of  the  female  sex.  His  im- 
mediate family  died  while  he  was  in  his 
teens  and  he  made  few  intimates  among 
his  associates  He  found  satisfactory 
diversion  in  living  with  his  ambitions 
and  preparing  himself  to  fulfill  them. 
Every  available  hour  was  spent  in  the 
study  of  law,  economics,  history  and 
the  classics  of  literature.  His  living 
quarters  were  above  his  saloon,  and  not 
infrequently  of  an  evening,  Broderick 
would  be  called  down  to  oust  some  in- 
toxicated rowdy.  The  inebriate  having 
been  bounced  by  his  powerful  right 
arm,  Broderick  would  hasten  back  to 
his  books  and  classics. 

▼       ▼       T 

UPON  completion  of  his  term  in  the 
city  council  Broderick  was  candi- 
date to  the  United  States  Senate  from 
New  York.  He  was  defeated  and  some 
irregularity  in  this  campaign  definitely 
closed  his  Eastern  political  career  and 
swept  away  his  financial  resources. 
Whereupon  Broderick  departed  for  Cali- 
fornia arriving  in  San  Francisco  in  the 
fall  of  1S49  and  at  the  height  of  the 
gold  rush  period.  With  a  borrowed  capi- 
tal of  $3500  he  entered  into  a  partnership 
with  one  named  Kohler  and  the  pair 
opened  a  combination  assayoffice,  jewelry 
making  and  coin  minting  establishment. 

The  jewelry  department  was  gener- 
ously patronized  by  the  innumerable 
women  of  commerce  within  the  city  and 
did  a  flourishing  business.  The  minting 
department  secured  several  contracts  to 
make  coins  for  banks,  then  busily  en- 
gaged in  putting  private  coinage  into 
circulation.  This  last  activity  was  highly 
profitable,  for  merchants,  banks  and 
citizens  were  vainly  struggling  to  keep 
their  accounts  straight,  while  employing 
loose  gold  and  nuggets  as  mediums  of 
exchange.  Broderick's  $10.00  slugs, 
clumsy  as  they  were,  considerably  sim- 
plified the  problems  of  doing  business 
on  the  basis  of  so  many  ounces  of  gold 
dust  for  three  fingers  of  whisky,  a  restau- 
rant meal,  a  miner's  pick  or  other  needed 
commodities.  The  coin  maker  was,  ac- 
cordingly hailed  as  a  substantial,  pro- 
gressive citizen  and  was  soon  on  the 
high  road  to  fortune. 

For  the  moment  Broderick  had  had  to 
lay  aside  his  ambition  of  a  senate  seat, 


but  he  had  in  nowise  forgotten  it.  One 
hand  was  occupied  with  money  making; 
the  other  with  things  political.  Within 
a  few  months  of  his  arrival  in  San  Fran- 
cisco Broderick  organized  a  much  needed 
fire  department   He  found  time  to  apply  , 
himself  to  building  up  a  political  ma-  ; 
chine  and  in  barely  a  year  his  control  of 
city  affairs  was  practically  undisputed.  I 
In  Sacramento,  in  the  legislature  and  in  '. 
the    state    Democratic    party    he    also  j 
created   a   powerful    following.    At  the  | 
hour  his  financial  affairs  warranted  it,  | 
Broderick  disposed  ot  his  manufacturing  li 
interests  and  devoted  himself  solely  to  , 
politics.    He    had    made    a    number   of  i 
fortunate   real    estate   investments   and  j 
the  income  from  these  supplied   funds  ' 
for  all  political  emergencies.  ^ 

T       T       T 

HIS  methods  in  San  Francisco  and  .| 
throughout  his  career  were  bra-  [ 
zenly    unscrupulous    and    ruthless,    but 
quite  without   hypocrisy.    His  ends  hen 
always  held   as  constructively  worthy,  1 
and  in  principle,   it  must  be  admitted  .| 
that  they  usually  were  so.  A  man  would .] 
go   to   him   seeking   a   certain   office — 
judge,  tax  collector,  chief  of  police,  as 
the  case  might  be.    If  Broderick  were 
satisfied  with  the  applicant,   he  agreed 
to  see  that  he  obtained  the  desired  office. 
If  the  post  were  an  elective  one,  Brode- 
rick had  no  scruples  about  seeing  that 
the  required  votes  were  obtained  by  pur- 
chase,   by    intimidation    of   opposition 
votes  and  ballot  box  stuffing.  Proceeds, 
gained   from   padded   accounts,    money 
for  private  "services"  and  like  dubious 
devices  were  split  equally  between  the 
two  men. 

That  these  methods  were  reprehensible 
Broderick  was  the  first  to  openly  admit. 
But  his  end  was  the  important  thing  to 
be  gained  at  all  costs.  Realist  that  he 
was,  he  wasted  no  energy  bewailing  the 
discrepancy  between  the  aim  to  be 
realized  and  the  means  available  by 
which  to  realize  it.  He  seized  whatever 
means  presented  themselves.  Without 
illusions  or  apologies  were  the  public 
policies  of  this  man  of  righteous,  almost 
puritanical  personal  ways.  Those  who 
embraced  and  profited  by  his  views  fol- 
lowed him  with  the  unquestioning  devo- 
tion of  so  many  dogs.  For  all  his  grim, 
humorless,  forbidding  manner  Broderick 
had  that  quality  of  leadership  which 
never  fails  to  attract  lesser  men  to  do  the 
bidding  ot  a  stronger  mind.  This  devo- 
tion he  rewarded  with  suitable  spoils 
and  it  was  said  of  Broderick  that  he 
rarely  broke  an  election  promise. 

Continued  on  page  29 


JULY,  1928 


27 


Out  Of  Wonderland 

With  Notes  on  the  Rude  Awakeing  of  Too  Eager  Speculators 

By  COVINGTON  JANIN 


THE  dance  halls  of  the  North  Beach, 
the  restaurants,  and  the  streets  of 
San  Francisco  at  large  echo  the 
strainsof  a  popular  tune  called  poignantly 
enough,  "The  song  is  ended" — to  which 
however,  is  more  happily  addended — 
"The  melody  lingers  on."  It  is  a  song  of 
disarranged  hopes,  of  new  castles  rudely 
tumbled  before  they  could  be  lived  in  .  .  . 
3.  song  of  material  happiness  unfolded  for 
a  brief  moment  before  eyes  unused  to  the 
apparition  of  sudden  wealth  —  then 
snatched  away.  It  is  a  song  that  told  of 
an  easy  way  to  wealth  through  an  over- 
night holding  of  the  stocks  of  Giannini's 
magic  corporations,  which  could  not  go 
down. 

The  singer  of  this  wild  and  stirring 
melody  was  a  vague  and  undefined  being 
called,  afterwards,  the  Speculator,  who 
upon  unkind  analysis  becomes  almost 
anyone  of  us — the  investing  public. 
And  the  piper  who  eventually  was  paid 
for  this  frenzied  lay  of  enchantment  was, 
oddly  enough,  the  same  indistinct  per- 
sonage; for  it  is  obvious  that  whatever 
anyone  lost  in  the  precipitous  tumble  of 
the  Giannini  stocks,  some  earlier  and 
more  fortunate  buyers  had  made  and 
converted  into  cash. 

No  one  really  cares  very  much  how  it 
all  started,  for  after  all  the  damage  is 
already  done.  In  view  of  the  long  and 
almost  unchecked  course  of  these  stocks 
upwards  and   Mr.   Giannini's   frequent 
statements    that    they    were    selling    at 
ridiculously  inflated  prices  the  majority 
,  of  buyers  of  Bank  of  Italy  and  Bancitaly, 
1  and  Bank  of  America  and  Security  Bank 
stock    for   many   weeks   would   readily 
i  have  told  any  close  friend, — "Of  course 
i   I  think  it  is  too  high,  but  what  good 
I  stocks,  in  this  market,  are  not?  Besides, 
1   everyone  says  it  is  going  higher." 
I       The  stock  purchased  at  very  nearly 
■,   the  top  price  was  usually  bought  from 
some    former    buyer    who,    sufficiently 
!   dazzled  by  his  new  wealth,  sold  out  and 
\   pocketed  his  profit.  Later  on  he  probably 
i  called  himself  a  fool  for  selling  out  too 
.   soon,   and  bought  back  his  stock  at  a 
.  still  higher  price,  consequently  allowing 
the  second  purchaser,  who  at  this  point 
was   going   through   the   same    mental 
sequence,  to  collect  an  eminently  satis- 
factory gain  for  himself. 

The  chief  characteristic  of  the  Giannini 
I  stocks  in  the  past  has  been,  quite  ob- 
1  viously,  that  everybody  wanted  to  buy 
!  and  nobody  wanted  to  sell.  There  cer- 
i  tainly  could  be  found  no  one  on  the  hori- 
'  zon  who  was  brave  enough,  or  demented 
enough  to  sell  these  stocks  short  in  face 


of  the  overwhelming  public  demand. 
Prices  could  go  only  one  way  upwards. 
It  was  in  effect  something  like  a  game 
played  by  three  persons  who  could  not  see 
each  other,  each  selling  something  to  the 
other  in  rotation,  every  time  at  a  higher 
price.  Let  one  drop  out  and  the  chain  is 
broken.  Like  Florida  real  estate  several 
years  ago  the  last  purchaser  pays  an  ex- 
orbitantly high  price,  and  no  subsequent 
purchaser  can  be  found  who  will  pay 
him  anything  like  an  equal  amount  of 
money.  t    t    t 

BECAUSE  of  the  almost  irristible  pro- 
clivity of  the  average  human  mind  to 
personify  a  complex  abstraction  of  forces 
the  Street  buzzes  with  loose  talk  of  un- 
friendly and  jealous  "Interests"  in  Wall 
Street,  or  summons  the  potent  ghost  of 
a  mythical  Jesse  Livermorc,  clothed  in 
the  foul  and  shaggy  coat  of  the  bear 
raider.  The  wholly  natural  malignity  of 
the  big  looset  fastens  itself  at  random 
upon  an  individual,  a  bank,  a  broker  as 
the  cause  of  the  cataclysm.  Several  car- 
loads of  statistics  could  probably  be  col- 
lected to  prove  that  a  sudden  and  over- 
whelming financial  loss  can  produce 
more  hysterical  and  illogical  thinking 
than  ever  was  reflected  upon  the  unfortu- 
nate New  England  witches  in  their  most 
unhappy  days. 

Once  the  break  had  started — Giannini 
stocks  had  fallen  20  to  35  points  in  New 
York  before  the  frantic  and  tremendous 
opening  of  the  Exchange  in  San  Fran- 
cisco, where  most  of  the  stocks  were 
held — neither  logic,  or  loyalty  to  Gian- 
nini, nor  any  other  lesser  cause  could 
stop  it  from  going  much  further.  Hun- 
dreds of  people  simply  had  to  sell.  Buyers 
could  not  be  mustered  so  quickly,  nor 
would  they  commit  themselves  readily, 
now  that  the  price  movement  was  ob- 
viously downward.  Stop-loss  orders, 
which  have  the  effect  of  dumping  stock 
at  any  price  when  the  "stop-loss"  limit 
is  reached,  precipitated  the  selling  of 
those  who  had  predicated  their  long 
paper  profits  into  Lincolns  and  Packards 
and  houses  and  jewelry.  Margin  clerk 
selling-out  of  unfortunate  speculators 
whose  entire  wealth  had  been  obliterated 
in  the  general  stampede  in  all  prices 
which  followed  the  rout  of  the  Giannini 


stocks,  and  lastly  the  mysterious  "escrow 
stock,"  all  operated  to  simply  swamp 
the  market  with  selling  orders.  It  is  to  be 
wondered  that  Bank  of  Italy  eventually 
stopped  at  125,  against  the  previous 
day's  close  at  285  and  one  wonders 
where  the  sufficient  buying  orders  came 
from  to  balance  the  great  volume  of  stock 
to  be  sold  "at  the  market." 

According  to  the  concensus  of  opinion 
the  forced  selling  of  "escrow  stock"  was 
primarily  to  blame  for  the  greater  part 
of  the  fall.  Before  June  11  the  word 
"escrow"  would  have  evoked  in  the 
mind  of  the  average  householder  practi- 
cally no  impression  at  all  An  escrow 
agreement  is  simply  an  arrangement 
between  a  person  who  has  money  to 
lend  and  another  person  who  wishes  to 
borrow  money  to  buy  something,  both 
parties  jointly  employing  a  bank  as 
trustee  to  guarantee  each  against  deceit 
or  loss.  The  stock  bought  is  held  by  the 
trustee  as  security  and  the  trustee  is 
authorized  to  sell  in  case  the  money  of 
the  lender  becomes  endangered.  A 
twenty  point  drop  was  the  basis  of  most 
selling  arrangements,  so  that  when  the 
violent  New  York  market  drop  had 
already  made  even  lower  prices  inevit- 
able locally  a  great  volume  of  this  stock 
had  to  be  sold  "at  the  opening"  of  the 
San  Francisco  market. 

T       T       T 

ON  THE  Black  Monday  of  June  11, 
the  banking  and  brokerage  district 
provided  a  spectacle  which  was  hardly 
equalled  even  by  the  historic  day  when 
war  was  declared  against  Germany.  E.x- 
cited  and  bewildered  men  and  women 
gathered  and  gesticulated  in  swarming 
groups  outside  of  stock  brokerage  offices. 
There  was  little  need  of  going  inside,  for 
quotations  were  relayed  with  violent  fre- 
quency the  length  of  the  financial  district, 
only  to  be  met  with  new  ones  from  some 
more  distant  ticker.  The  gallery  of  the 
San  Francisco  Stock  Exchange  was 
closed  to  visitors.  Brokerage  houses  sta- 
tioned special  policemen  at  their  doors  to 
keep  out  those  who  had  no  other  busi- 
ness than  to  watch,  with  a  sort  of  in- 
duced terror,  the  precipitous  dropping 
and  changing  of  prices.  The  new  "trans- 
lux"  illuminated  and  magnified  ticker 
tapes  outbid  every  moving  picture  reel 
out  of  FloUywood,  both  for  audience 
and  thrills  produced  per  inch  of  celluloid. 
Finally  the  hysteria  of  the  movement 
subsided  somewhat,  most  of  the  "dis- 
tress selling"  was  over,  and  comparative 

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NONE  of  US  have  yet  reached  the  place 
where  \vc  can  speak  with  compo- 
sure of  a  week  end  trip  to  Honolulu  hy 
plane.  But  the  days  when  one  spoke  with 
hated  breath  of  a  sky-trip  to  the  Atlantic 
sea  coast  are  long  past  And  many  of  us 
are  taking  advantage  of  convenient  air 
routes  that  bring  Western  cities  close:  by 
dozens  ot  hours. 

A  LL  of  which  means  that  travel  by 
jL\.  air  has  become  an  established  fact 
and  as  such  calls  for  specialized  costum- 
ing (a  truth  not  as  frivolous  as  it  sounds) . 


THE  best  guide  is  the  code  of  the  day, 
nonchalance!  So  when  the  woman  of 
now  decides  overnight  to  keep  a  luncheon 
engagement  two  hundred  miles  away 
from  wherever  she  happens  to  be  at  the 
moment  she  would  feel  decidedly  out  of 
touch  with  the  times  it  she  allowed  her- 
self to  make  excited  preparations.  Per- 
haps her  nerves  are  tingling  with  excite- 
ment, but  this  is  a  representative  picture 
of  what  she  actually  does. 

THE  lightest,  most  compact  luggage 
she  possesses  is  packed  as  frugally  as 
possible.  For  a  fortnight's  visit  or  longer 
a  28  or  30  inch  taxi  trunk  that  comes 
under  the  classification  of  hand  luggage, 
built  of  almost  feather  light  wood  and 
tough  fabricoid  covering,  is  the  logical 
choice.  A  zipper  pouch  or  bag  holds  all 
that  is  necessary  for  chic  week  ending. 

So   much   for   the   luggage  .  .  a  very 
simple  matter,  as  it  should  be.  And 
the  traveling  costume  is  just  as  unaffected. 


One  of  the  chief  joys  of  air  travel  for  the 
feminine  voyager  is  that  the  dress  she 
plans  to  wear  on  arrival  may  be  worn  en- 
route!  In  this  particular  case  a  black  and 
yellow  jacket  ensemble  is  unquestionably 
correct,  with  a  little  buttercup  yellow 
collar  of  crepe-de-Chine  and  lace  as  deli- 
cate advertisement  for  the  vogue  of 
femininity. The  small  print  is  decidedly  of 
the  moment  .  .  the  color  harmony  is  de- 
clared a  summer  success  by  no  less  an 
authority  than  Vogue. 

All  important  details,  because  the  pas- 
senger must  be  as  smart  as  the  manner  in 
which  she  travels.  This  costume,  when 
completed  by  a  very  necessary  top  coat 
of  warm  tweed  in  muted  reddish  brown 
checks,  with  deliciously  soft  beaver  on 
the  raised  collar  and  wide  cutfs  and  the 
inevitable  close  fitting  felt  hat,  (prefer- 
ably Knapp-felt)  meets  the  occasion  with 
almost  dramatic  suitability. 


BUT,  if  you  aspire  to  really  pilot  a 
ship,  the  piece  de  resistance  of  femi- 
nine aviators  is  the  Aviatrix  Ensemble 
Fascinatingly  new,  it  makes  the  most  of 
its  unique  opportunity  for  boyish  trim- 
ness  and  practical  smartness  Either 
knickers  or  long,  loose  trousers,  with  the 
most  debonair  of  fitted  coats  and  hel- 
mets, are  made  entirely  of  supple  glove 
leather  in  red,  brown  or  green. 

THOSE  faint  hearts  who  have  yet  to 
sail  the  currents  of  the  air  will  find 
their  timidity  give  way  before  these  im- 
pressively modern  outfits.  Thus  The 
White  House  plays  its  part  in  the  shift- 
ing panorama  of  progress. 


ADVERTISEMENT 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 

Marco  Polo 

Continued  from  page  1  2 

mountains  and  listened  to  the  words 
of  a  bandit,  whose  father  and  his 
father  before  him  were  most  successful 
bandits  You  have  sacrificed  your  years 
for  the  satisfaction  of  one  little  ig- 
noble emotion,  curiosity.  You  haven't 
lived,  you've  observed.  That  is  all. 
Why  did  you  come  back'  Surely  not 
to  pace  about  this  dungeon  like  a 
madman  and  to  plague  me  with  your 
recollections.  No.  You  came  back 
because  of  another  emotion,  more 
ignoble  than  curiosity.  Bragadoccio. 
You  could  not  die  without  telling. 
The  magnificence  meant  nothing  to 
you.  You  do  not  know  the  value  of 
rubies.  You  only  know  how  they 
widen  the  eyes  of  other  people.  You've 
spent  the  years  of  your  lite  watching 
the  others  and  forgot  to  live  yourself. 

Polo;  You  are  right  I've  had  no  per- 
sonal life.  But  1  am  a  man  with  a 
mission  greater  than  personal  things. 
A  man's  work,  that  is  the  important 
thing.  1  shall  live  for  centuries 

Scribe:  You  are  greater  than  personal  in- 
terests, still  you  are  vain  that  you  will 
live  for  centuries.  Why,  brother  .  .  . 

Polo;  {interrupting  him  rudely)  Yes, 
yes.  Now  we  shall  write  about  the 
province  where  musk  is  found,  namely 
Erginul.  This  country  consists  chiefly 
of  idolaters  and  Mohamedans. 
{The  scribe  bends  to  his  scribbling 
Sloivly  a  sly  smile  curls  his  lips.  Polo 
paces  up  and  down  dictating  in  a 
loud,  important  voice.  Suddenly  he 
stops  and  says:)  Read  that  last  to  mc, 
{The  scribe  rises  and  makes  much 
formality  of  straightening  his  papers 
When  at  last  he  reads  his  voice  is 
soft  and  whimsical .) 

Scribe;  Marco  Polo,  you  are  mad. 
Everyone  is  mad  about  something. 
The  musician  about  music.  The 
dancer  about  the  dance  The  painter 
about  color  and  the  philosopher  about 
thought.  The  world  worships  these 
madmen. 

The  truly  wise  are  like  me.  At  birth 
1  realized  the  futility  of  ambition,  of 
enthusiasm,  of  creeds.  The  truly  wise 
are  lazy,  for  they  know  the  craziness 
of  effort    It  takes  a  sturdy  courage  to 
remain  aloof  from  the  world.  It  takes  ' 
a  stout  courage  and  also  a   deal  of' 
wisdom  to  be  lazy  and  laugh  when  j 
the  rest  of  the  world  is  busy  eulogizing  I 
tears  and  endeavoring  to   make  life  j 
important  and  solemn.  The  wise  are 
born  bored.  They  realize  it  isn't  im- 
portant. 

The  difference  between  you  and  mc, 
Marco  Polo,  is  simply  this.  1  am  a  1 
wise  man,  for  I  know  that  nothing! 
really  matters.  You  are  foolish  and ; 
a  bore,  for  you  think  that  everything ' 
matters ! 


JULY,  1928 


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Tin  Types 


,  Continued  from  page  2(i 

'!     About    1S53    Broderick  was   elected 
;  ./v.  CO  the  state  senate  and  his  greater 
:  aim  now  seemed  within  tangible  reach. 
I  But  it  was  not  gained  until   1857  ^nd 
'  only    by    dint    of     a    terrific     struggle. 
.  Broderick's  great  opponent  was  William 
Gwin,  who  had  been  senator  from  Cali- 
j  fornia  since  1S50  and  desired  re-election 
j  together  with  a  colleague  favoring  his 
•  own  views,   which  were  decidedly  pro 
slavery.  Gwin  was  a  politician  of  the 
:  Southern    school,    able,    suave,    experi- 
enced, diametrically  opposite  by  birth, 
I  training  and  tradition  to  the  rough  and 
I  tumble  graduate  of  Tammany.  The  con- 
test between  the  rivals  became  a  pitched 
battle   of  daring,    high-handed   tactics. 
It  was  only  when  they  saw  the  Demo- 
.  cratic    party    hopelessly    split    by    their 
wrangling,    that    Gwin    and    Broderick 
[  came   together    and   struck    a    bargain. 
Gwin  could  not  gain  re-election  with- 
!  out    the    votes    Broderick    controlled. 
Broderick   could    not   win   his   coveted 
senate   seat    without    the    votes    Gwin 
controlled.   One  agreed  to  support  the 
other  that  both  might  win.  The  docu- 
ment to  this  pact,  suggested  by  Brode- 
rick, issued  from  Gwin's  hand.  It  later 
gained  notoriety  as  The  Scarlet  Letter. 
j      Misfortune  and  misunderstanding  fol- 
I  lowed  Broderick  into  the  United  States 
Senate.  President  Buchanan,  a  Northern 
man  of  Southern  sympathies  and  inti- 
I  mate  of  Gwin  received  the  junior  Cali- 
fornia senator  insolently  and  rudely.  In 
:  the    greviously    devisive    issue    of    the 
Kansas-Nebraska  Bill  and  the  discussion 
over  slavery,   which   flared   out  during 
Broderick's  second  year  in  office,  he  set 
,  himself  solidly   and  alone   against  any 
'  further    extension    of    slave    territory. 
Gwin    was    openly    pro-slavery.    Both 
i  houses  of  Congress  favored  any  compro- 
'  mise  measure  that  would  save  the  peace 
.■  of  the  nation    Broderick,  bringing  disa- 
greeable facts  and  figures  to  prove  his 
contentions,    stoutly    championed    and 
glorified    the    cause    of    free    labor,    as 
,  against  slave  labor.  For  his  uncompro- 
;  mising  attitude  he  was  roundly  reviled. 
For  his  sharp,  penetrating  analyses  and 
;  observations  on  the  questions  of^  the  day 
and  his  annihilation  of  sacred  and  vene- 
rated, of  tottering   traditions,   his   col- 
leagues denounced  him  as  crude  and  un- 
couth.  The  aloneness  and  isolation  of 
the  man  were  truly  pitiful. 


IN  1859  Gwin  and  Broderick  returned 
to  California  to  rally  their  neglected 
home  machines.  Both  entered  upon  a 
state-wide  speaking  tour,  and  each  sav- 
agely thrust  at  and  denounced  the  senate 
actions  and  policies  of  the  other.  At  a 
psychological  moment  Broderick  re- 
vealed the  existence  and  the  nature  of 


NEW  TRAVEL  COATS 


in 
Llama  cloth  —  from  the  Andes 
Tweeds  —  from  the  Highlands 

^69.50/^*79.50 

The  Llama  Cloth  is  absolutely  without  dye — in  natural-rock  color  and  Ox- 
ford gray  like  mountain  dusks.  It  comes  in  a  lovely  open  basket  weave  with 
a  pile  like  a  bloom.  The  tweeds  are  in  the  new  beige  which  the  French  call 
"toast,"in  some  cases  shot  with  brown  or  combined  with  orange.  Occasionally 
the  selvage  has  been  used  as  trimming.  Racoon  and  beaver  are  the  furs  used. 

City  of  Paris  Coat  Salon  —  Third  Floor 


30 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


J[^mited 


^3 


Gi.oRiFviNG  Nob  Hill,  PARK  LANE  is  conceded,  if  you 
please,  to  stand  supreme  among  San  Franciscans  on  account 
of  its  "LIMITED"  number  of  apartments.  It  is  large  enough  to 
express  "quality"  and  "service"  but  "limited"  in  the  number  or 
apartments. 

Apartments,  five  to  eight  rooms, 
unfurnished  and  furnished  {in- 
comparably) $2^0  up.  Leasing 
now.    Occupancy    immediately. 


Eugene  N.  Fritz,  Jr.,  Managing  Owner 
1100  Sacramento  Street  {corner  of  Mason) 

NOB  HILL 


The  Scarlet  Letter.  Knowledge  of  this 
document  threw  press  and  public  into  a 
furore  of  printed  and  verbal  combat. 
The  rage  of  Broderick's  opponents  rose 
to  an  intense  pitch.  It  became  plain  that 
the  man's  enemies  were  determined  to 
do  away  with  him.  By  a  series  of 
maneuvers  he  was  forced  into  a  position 
where  he  laid  himself  open  to  receiving 
achallenge  to  aducl,  which  could  not  well 
be  ignored.  His  challenger  was  David  S. 
Terry,  e.\-justice  ot  the  State  Supreme 
Court  and  at  one  time  a  stanch  ally  of 
Brodcrick. 

Broderick  and  Terry  met  on  the  morn- 
ing of  September  13,  1S59  in  the  Marin 
County  hills.  Broderick  was  certainly  no 
coward  nor  amateur  with  firearms,  but 
he  was  in  no  shape  for  such  a  contest. 
He  rose  from  a  sick  bed  to  keep  the 
fatal  engagement.  Moreover,  the  duell- 
ing pistols  were  of  foreign  make,  un- 
familiar to  Broderick  but  familiar  to 
Terry.  Broderick's  pistol  went  off  pre- 
maturely and  the  bullet  bored  into  the 
ground  a  few  feet  away  from  him,  while 
Terry's  struck  a  mortal  wound  in  Brode- 
rick's breast,  from  which  he  died  two 
days'  later. 

Few  men  of  San  Francisco  have  been 
mourned  as  sincerely  and  deeply  as 
David  C.  Broderick.  His  death  made 
him  the  hero  of  the  hour.  San  Francisco 
rose  almost  as  a  body  to  sorrow  at  his 
untimely  passing  and  to  ask  herself, 
"What  was  this  man's  crime?"  A  query 
for  which  there  is  perhaps  no  answer. 


Heights  Plus  Towers 

Continued  from  page  18 

ofl,  is  by  no  means  improbable.  Air  ports 
for  passenger  and  freight  craft  already 
exist  on  the  outskirts  of  the  city.  More 
will  be  provided  and  developed  along, 
the  principles  of  railroad  stations  to 
provide  the  same  convenience  in  han- 
dling passengers  and  freight  as  do  these 
structures.  Within  the  city  proper, 
though,  how  will  planes  be  accommo- 
dated and  parked?  On  the  roofs  of  build- 
ings? On  platforms  raised  high  above 
the  buildings?  j 

,    .    .  I 

THESE  ideas  sound  strange.  Whatevci| 
the  solution,  in  San  Francisco  th(i 
total  effect  will  be  infinitely  intensified 
infinitely  magnified.  It  cannot  be  other- 
wise. By  her  hills  the  city  is  committee 
to  stand  architecturally  and  fantasticall) 
aloft  from  lower  and  lesser  cities.  Sht 
will  escape  by  one  high  notch  the  leve 
of  their  ultimate  standardization.  Here 
is  a  realm  with  which  to  conjure.  It 
final  version  we  leave  to  those  whosf 
minds  and  sketching  pencils  reel,  spir 
and  snatch  visions  from  the  vague  work 
of  unborn,  gestating  things. 


NEW  York;  This  may  not  be 
what  you  expect  from  AS 
SEEN  BY  HER  ...  but 
there  was  not  a  damned  thing  to  be 
seen  in  the  New  York  shops  .  .  .  they've 
taken  out  of  the  windows  all  of  the 
astonishing  things  and  put  in  the  usual, 
so  as  not  to  shock  the  summer  hicks. 
However,  Eugene  O'Neill's  play 
"Strange  Interlude"  is  a  thing  to  cause 
one  to  pause  .  .  .  and  is  truly  knocking 
old  New  York  for  a  string  of  curtain  calls. 
Blithe  and  hopeful,  I  started  out 
innocently  to  buy  tickets,  because  every- 
body I  met  in  New  York  was  talking 
about  it.  The  man  in  the  box-office  did 
not  exactly  laugh  in  my  tace.  He  told 
me  they  were  completely  sold  out  for 
the  coming  month.  There  were  no 
tickets  to  be  had  in  any  of  the  agencies, 
either.  Curiosity  to  see  the  play  propelled 
me  on  a  tour  of  the  "scalpers'  "  bureaus 
up  and  down  Broadway.  New  York 
doesn't  usually  go  mad  like  that  over 
a  play.  The  hard-boiled  scalpers,  be- 
ing not  so  well-bred  as  the  box-office 
man,  did  laugh  in  my  face.  Harsh, 
ridiculing  laughter  for  the  absurdity  of 
my  request.  Tickets  for  "Strange  Inter- 
lude!" Then  came  one  who  didn't  laugh 
.  .  .  a  little  Jewish  man  who  was  pay- 
ing five  hundred  dollars  monthly  to  rent 
a  telephone-booth-sized  office  with  a 
door  giving  out  upon  the  pavement  of 
Broadway  at  Forty-fourth  Street.  My 
husky  plea  touched  him.  "You'll  have 
to  pay  big,"  he  said.  He  reached  into 
his  safe  and  drew  forth  a  pair  of  tickets, 
fanning  them  open  with  his  dirty  thumb 
as  a  poker-player  cautiously  spreads  his 


aces.  The  tickets  were  actually  worn  to 
woolley-edged  thickness.  The  seat  num- 
bers on  them  nearly  obliterated.  The 
price  was  something  one  could  never 
never  admit  and  be  believed.  But  they 
were  the  only  two  tickets  to  be  had  in 
all  of  New  York  City  .   .   . 

▼    T    T 

THE  play  commences  at  five-thirty 
and  those  who  are  not  in  their  seats 
by  the  sixtieth  second  of  that  last  minute 
stand  in  the  rear  for  the  duration  of  the 
first  act.  To  see  that  audience  behave  as 
only  the  Theatre  Guild  can  teach  it  to 
behave!  Scared  into  an  obedience  that 
one  would  never  expect  even  from  a 
credulous  small-town  audience,  the 
mixed  throng  viewing  New  York's 
most  talked-of  play  sits  through  the 
nine  long  acts  in  a  strained  frenzy  of 
taut-nerved  attention.  At  seven-thirty 
there  is  dinner  intermission.  The  head 
usher  bawls  out,  "Keep  your  programs 
and  seat  checks.  Anyone  not  in  their 
seats  by  nine  o'clock  sharp  will  stand 
for  the  duration  of  Act  Six."  Fifty- 
eighth,  Seventh  Avenue  and  Fifty- 
seventh  Streets  swarm  with  nervous 
people,  clutching  programs  and  seat 
checks,  looking  for  a  place  to  eat.  Alice 
Foote  MacDougal's  famous  "Sevilla," 
on  Fifty-seventh  fills  quickly  with  a 
dinner- interlude  crowd.  By  five  minutes 
to  nine,  the  audience  is  back  in  place, 
babbling  crazy  conjectures  about  the 
last  four  acts  of  the  play.  A  buzz,  a 
rumble,  a  high-pitched  twitter  merging 
into  one  gigantic  query  of  excited  hu- 
mans. Sound  is  wiped  out  as  suddenly 
as  though  everyone  fell  dead  in  his  seat 
simultaneously.   The  curtain  has  risen. 


WHAT  of  the  play?  Like  any  master- 
piece it  has  a  separate  meaning 
for  each  separate  mind  that  views  it.  it 
is  the  story  of  a  woman  who  needs  three 
men  to  fulfill  her  destiny  on  earth — a 
lover  to  give  her  a  child,  a  husband  to 
give  her  a  home,  and  a  comfortingly 
asexual  father-by-proxy  to  give  her  a 
telepathic  understanding  For  one  type 
of  person,  the  play  describes  only  the 
havoc  and  ruin  a  woman  with  a  ro- 
mantic imagination  can  bring  to  three 
separate  lives.  For  another  type,  the 
woman-character  in  the  play  (superbly 
acted  by  Lynne  Fontanne)  rises  to  a 
cosmic  significance,  the  eternal  and 
universal  Female  who,  through  the 
strange  jungle  of  her  intuitions,  ap- 
proaches God  with  her  life-giving  force. 
Another  type  of  person  could  see  in  the 
play  only  a  careful  and  clever  sequence 
of  events  that  cause  the  human  pawns 
to  act  as  they  do,  wills  powerless  before 
the  material  facts  confronting  them. 
The  technique  evolved  by  Eugene 
O'Neill  is  undoubtedly  the  most  revolu- 
tionizing that  has  been  given  to  the 
American  stage.  The  characters  have 
their  lines — spoken  to  and  heard  by 
one  another;  but  interspersed  among 
these  are  the  asides  to  the  audience — 
long  soliloquies  spoken  from  out  their 
unrepressed,  uncivilized  minds  .  .  .  the 
honesties  we  all  of  us  would  like  to 
express,  but  never  do,  because  being 
"civilized"  means  sustaining  a  hypo- 
critical human  intercourse  of  platitudi- 
nous "white  lies."  It  is  these  asides  to  the 
audience  which  put  everyone  on  edge. 
Frequently  spoken  in  mumbled  under- 
Continued  on  page  39 


Gem  Pikes  of  individualitv 


JEWELERS 


Stll^EVE  TRE4T  Or 

EACRE.T 


136  Gt AliY  St 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Join  the 

Qhonisfor 

Jy     Imported 

Dry  Ginger  Ale 

Isuan  is  an  experience  —  a 
sparkling,  thrilling,  new  dry 
ginger  ale  that  comes,  bottled, 
from  the  Philippines! 


Tasting  of  fresh  ginger,  tangy 
with  the  juice  of  fresh  limes,  its 
bubbles  cascade  into  your  glass. 
And  the  taste  is  real;  for  spicy 
ginger  root  grows  in  the  Philip- 
pines; limes  ripen  but  a  stone's 
throw  from  Isuan  Mineral 
Springs,  whence  comes  the 
sparkling  water  that  distin- 
guishes this  ginger  ale. 


Meet  Isuan  this  very  night. 
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Vrom  Our 

Honolulu  Correspondent 

San  Francisco  honcymooners  have 
been  brought  to  our  flowery  shores  by 
every  boat  Ac  the  present  writing  Dr. 
and  Mrs,  Edmund  J  Morrissey,  who 
was  Miss  Kathleen  Musto,  are  sojourn- 
ing in  Honolulu,  caking  crips  co  all  ot 
che  beauty  spots  ot  che  islands. 


Also,  Mr  and  Mrs  Francis  Knorp 
Jr  ,  are  honeymooning  in  Honolulu 
Mrs.  Knorp  was  che  former  Miss  Ruch 
Bloch. 

An  interesting  party  thac  arrived  here 
late  in  June,  was  comprised  of  Mr  and 
Mrs.  Garcon  Keyscon,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Edward  H.  Micchell,  Miss  Marian  and 
Mr.  Archur  Micchell.  They  made  che 
crip  on  che  new  liner,  Malolo,  and  will 
noc  cecum  co  che  coast  uncil  mid-July. 

Honolulu  folk  have  enjoyed  meeting 
Mrs  Ralson  Page  of  San  Francisco  We 
are  already  aware  of  the  many  calencs 
and  capabilicies  of  chis  accraccive  young 
macron,  having  heard  again  and  again 
of  her  successful  managemenc  ot  many 
San  Francisco  Junior  League  encerprises. 
Mrs.  Carlecon  Earle  Miller  of  Palo  Alco 
came  co  Hawaii  wich  Mrs.  Page.  To- 
gecher  chey  awaiced  che  arrival  ot  Mr. 
Miller's  yacht,  che  Talayha,  which  was 
encered  in  che  trans-Pacific  yacht  race 
which  absorbed  everyone's  inceresc  here 
lace  in  June. 

Mrs.  John  Rodgers  Clark  is  so  ac- 
cracced  by  che  beaucies  of  che  Islands — 
now  ac  cheir  besc,  wich  the  gorgeous 
shower  trees  in  bloom — chac  she  has 
caken  a  house  for  a  month  Her  daugh- 
ters, Mrs.  Clarence  J,  Ballreich  (Dor- 
othy Clark)  and  Miss  Barbara  Clark, 
are  with  her. 

Mrs.  Alexander  Warner  of  San  Fran- 
cisco and  her  sister,  Mrs.  George  Abbocc, 
were  also  visicors  in  Honolulu  during 
the  past  few  weeks. 

The  S.S.  Cicy  of  Los  Angeles,  broughc 
a  host  of  incerescing  visicors  co  Hono- 
lulu on  one  of  her  recenc  crips. 

Among  che  prominent  ones  on  che 
ship's  passenger  Use  were  Miss  Ruch 
Beasley  of  Beverly  Hills,  Mrs  Kacherine 
Hamburger  of  Los  Angeles  and  her 
family,  Roderick  and  Herbert  Keenan 
of  che  same  cicy,  William  McClincock 
of  Los  Angeles,  Donald  Spring  of  Souch 
Pasadena,  and  Miss  Frances  Griffith  of 
Hollywood. 


Confections  appear 
alike  . . .  many  may 
even  taste  the  same. 
Candy  is  as  candy 
is  made.  You  are 
always  certain  of 
Foster  c^  Orear 
confections  because 
they  carry  this  dis- 
tinctive stamp. 


FOSTER  ^5"  OREAR 

Ciit/  oj  Paris  •  iJZ  Grant  Ai^enue 

B.F.  Schlesinijer  •   Oakland 

Arcade  oJ  Russ  Building 

Ferry  Building 


Delightful 
Ocean  Days 

— a  voyage  that  ends  all  too 
Soon  when  you  sail  the 
"LASSCO  luxury  way"  over 
the  popular  Southern  Route 
from  Los  Angeles  to  en- 
chanting— 

HAWAII 

On  LASSCO's  famous  liners  you  have  a  wide 
choice  of  outside  staterooms — most  of  them 
with  beds  and  private  or  connecting  baths. 
Hot  and  cold  running  water — telephone  connec- 
tions— electric  heaters  in  every  room  Broad, 
airy,  inviting  decks.  A  sea  trip  of  constant  en- 
joyment in  an  irresistible  atmosphere  of  friend- 
liness and  delightful  relaxation. 


DINE  and  DANCE 

—as  you  sail  to  LOS  ANGELES  and 
SAN  DIEGO  on  one  of  the  super- 
express  liners — 

HARVARD  &  YALE 

4  sailings  weekly — low  round  trip  and 
one  way  fares 


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JULY,  1928 

The  Supreme  Art 

I  Continued  on  page  16 

{  theme;  the  poet  is  your  own  magnified 

sclt.    Condemn    him    for    madness,    for 

breaking  conventional   bonds,   tortured 

'  as  he  is  by  super  sensitivity,   and  you 

j  condemn  yourself.   He  whose  faculties 

j  are  raised  to  a  higher  degree  than  the 

I  average   man's  so   that   he   may   voice 

i  humanity's    cry,    will    be    driven    and 

tempted  in  ways  the  average  man  never 

knows.  The  poet  pays  tor  the  singing 

which  is  yours  by  reacting  to  a  quivering 

;  nervous  system  and  a  soul  played  upon 

by  every  subtle  emotion.   If  he  knows 

ecstacy  beyond  others  he  knows  agony 

I  also.  His  temptations  will  take  different 

forms.  He  will  be  dangerously  tempted 

;  to  many  loves  as  Byron  was  or  he  may 

'  be    tempted    to    an    equally    dangerous 

repression  and  seclusion  as  was  Emily 

Dickinson.  He  may  be  tempted  to  love 

,  life  to  excess  as  de  Musset  or  he  may 

.  love   it   too   little   having  suffered   too 

I  much  as  did   Arthur  Clough.    But   his 

,  temptations  come  from  the  same  source 

'  as  his  songs.  If  you  want  his  songs,  you 

}  must  accept  him  as  he  is. 

I  ▼       T       T 

COME  to  the  poets  as  the  Greeks  of 
old  came.    They    are   your  priests 

,  with  whom,  not  apart  from  whom,  you 
commune.  As  priests  they  stand  in  your 

I  midst  breaking  for  you  the  bread  and 
offering  you  the  wine  of  the  mystical 
body  of  Beauty  which  they,  with  you, 
worship,  but  which  they  alone,  by 
divine  power  of  transubstantiation,  can 
reveal.  Meeting  in  this  way  with  the 
poets,  the  communion  of  the  saints  with 
Beauty  will  continue  even  unto  the  day 
when  the  gods  once  more  may  come 
down  to  dwell  among  men. 


Reigning  Dynasty 

Continued  from  page  25 

Mrs.  Philip  Van  Home  Lansdale  was  recently  in 
Cologne,  en  route  to  Brussels  and  The  Hague 

Mrs  Covington  Pringle  and  Miss  Kathleen  Pringle 
are  passing  the  summer  on  the  Continent 

Mr-  and  Mrs  Frank  P.  Deering  and  Miss  Francesca 
Deering  will  pass  late  June  and  July  in  London  and  will 
then  pioceed  to  Switzerland  where  they  will  be  guests 
of  Mr-  and  Mrs,  Ignace  Jan  Paderewski.  Later  they  will 
visit  Bayreuth. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edgar  Walter  are  in  Paris  after  touring 
Italy. 

Mrs  George  Nickel  of  Burlingame  is  passing  the 
summer  months  abroad. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Dean  Witter  and  their  children  are  at 
present  in  Paris. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Daniel  Volkmann  are  also  in  Paris  at 
the  present  time. 

Mrs,  Norman  Livermore  and  her  two  sons  are  on  their 
way  East  en  route  to  Europe  where  they  will  pass  the 
summer. 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  W.  W.  Crocker  will  leave  for  Europe 
early  in  July,  first  going  to  Paris  where  Mrs  William  H. 
Crocker  has  already  established  herself  for  the  summer. 
Later  Mr,  and  Mrs   Crocker  will  tour  Italy  and  Spain, 

Mr  and  Mrs,  Randolph  Hearst  Jr  {Alma  Walker) 
are  enjoying  a  motor  tour  of  the  Continent  Miss  Harriet 
Walker  is  in  Paris  with  her  aunt.  Mrs  Willis  Walker- 
Mr  and  Mrs  Edward  H  Clark  are  passing  the 
summer  abroad. 

Mrs  Duane  Bliss  and  her  niece.  Miss  Ruth  Langdon. 
are  in  London  for  the  summer, 

Mr  and  Mrs,  Warren  S  Palmer  are  enjoying  an  ex- 
tended stay  abroad  and  will  visit  every  point  of  interest 
on  the  Continent  before  returning  home. 

Mrs  Richard  McCreery  of  Burlingame  is  now  at  her 
villa  at  Lake  Como. 

Continued  Co  page  38 


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H^w^ii   Is    The    New   Island    Playground 


'Oijier  a  <^Calolo  Trip 


John  N.  Willys  says: 

For  several  years  I  had  read  the  alluring  advertisements 
about  Hawaii,  and  friends  had  told  me  of  this  delightful  coun- 
try. Mrs.  Willys  and  I  were  delighted  with  our  sojourn  there 
and  regretted  being  unable  to  remain  longer. 
The  accommodations  at  the  Royal  Hawaiian  Hotel  left  noth- 
ing to  be  desired,  and  the  ride  on  the  "Malolo,"  both  going 
and  returning,  was  most  enjoyable. 


^-  ^^^. 


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PRESIDENT  OF  THE  WILLVS-OVERL-AND  COMPA.W 


The  new  Malolo,  sailing  jrom  San  Francisco  every  second  Saturday,  makes  the 
voyage  to  Honolulu  in  only  4  days.  Seven  decks,  i§0  bathrooms,  elevators, 
swimming  plunge,  gymnasium,  one  entire  deck  devoted  to  public  rooms 


\  !»>  X  l*: 


One  or  more  Matson  sailings  every  week.  Regular  sailings 
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The  Marathon  Dance 

By  KENT  CAVARLY 

ONE  o'clock  in  the  morning,  in 
Madison  Square  Garden,  and 
8,ooo  spectators  are  still  sitting 
fascinated,  watching  the  marathon  danc- 
ers swing  into  their  3 1  5th  hour  of  con- 
tinuous dancing.  Thirteen  days  ago,  135 
couples  started  out  to  win  the  $5,000.00 
prize  offered  the  winning  pair  in  this  en- 
durance contest.  Tonight,  as  the  clock 
pushes  slowly  toward  the  hour  marking 
the  fourteenth  day,  there  are  twelve 
couples  left  on  the  floor.  Twelve  couples, 
twenty-four  dancing  fools,  who,  with 
but  a  fifteen-minute  rest  period  in  every 
hour,  have  managed  to  keep  on  their 
feet  in  some  semblance  of  a  shuffle  for 
nearly  two  weeks. 

The  air  is  a  forget-me-not  blue  with 
cigarette  smoke.  With  insane  persis- 
tence the  orchestra  plays  over  and  over 
again  the  same  pieces .  The  twelve  couples 
stagger  around  and  around  the  hard 
travertine  floor,  in  a  stupor  of  fatigue 
that  now  no  longer  registers  more  than  a 
dumb  instinct  to  keep  going.  Their 
mouths  hang  open;  their  eyes  are  sight- 
less-like sleepwalkers'. 

One  girl  glides  along  in  carpet  slippers. 
Another  has  been  going  it  for  thirteen 
days  and  nights  in  French  heels.  One 
couple  drags  around,  reading  over  each 
other's  shoulder  the  story  of  their  exploit 
in  a  newspaper.  Some  read  letters  and 
telegrams  while  they  dance. 


AT  ONE  end  of  the  huge  dance  floor  is 
^  an  enormous  dial,  clocking  off  the 
hours  danced.  Already  these  twelve 
couples  have  beaten  any  known  mara- 
thon dance  record.  They  have  gone 
eleven  hours  over  the  Pittsburgh  nigh 
mark  of  304  hours.  Fronting  the  bal- 
conies on  either  side  of  the  hall  are  large 
electric  signs;  "This  derby  continues  in- 
definitely until  but  one  couple  remain  on 
the  floor  to  be  crowned  World's  Cham- 
pion Couple"  .  .  .  then  there  is  a 
blank,  awaiting  the  name  of  that  pair. 
The  dancers  face  this  blank  each  time 
they  turn  on  the  floor.  Each  couple  sees 
its  name  emblazoned  there.  They  will 
keep  on  'till  they  go  mad,  or  drop  in 
their  tracks.  They  have  lost  the  imagi- 
native energy  to  reckon  what  the 
$5,000.00  prize  could  do  for  them. 
They're  thinking  now  only  of  the  cham- 
pion's crown.  The  $5,000.00  is  nothing. 
It  isn't  even  one  twentieth  of  what  the 
gate-receipts  have  already  been.  It 
wouldn't  even  pay  the  hospital  bills  for 
the  last  couple  that  staggers  on  its  feet. 
And  New  York  is  wild  with  enthu- 
siasm for  this  stupendous  show  of  sheer 
pluck.  The  spectators  have  favorites. 
They  offer  prizes  to  this  couple,  for  a 


JULY,  1928 


35 


superb  burst  inco  a  dizzy  fox-trot  at  the 
310th  hour,  to  that  couple  for  the  agon- 
ized persistence  registered  on  their  drawn 
faces,  and  to  another  couple  for  the 
steady  smile  they  have  maintained  con- 
stantly tor  thirteen  days.  Between  eleven 
and  twelve  each  night,  the  after-theatre 
people  come  in.  They  offer  dozens  of  ten 
and  twenty  dollar  prizes  for  bursts  of 
stunt  dancing  .  ,  .  $20.00  for  a  "smile 
sprint"  at  the  3  nth  hour,  $50.00  for  the 
best  two-minute  fox-trot  at  the  312th 
hour.  And  the  automatons,  prancing 
through  their  nightmares,  spurt  to  win 
the  prizes  announced  through  the  micro- 
phone. 

T       ▼      T 

FROM  one  to  four  each  morning,  the 
night-club  crowd  comes  in  to  bait 
the  dancers  still  more.  Texas  Guinan 
offered  $200.00  to  the  couple  that  would 
stop  dancing.  From  the  faded  spectres  on 
the  floor  came  a  loud  howl  of  protest;  no 
one  took  that  prize. 

At  the  last  quarter  of  each  hour,  a 
gong  sounds  the  fifteen-minute  period. 
The  couples  run  like  rabbits  to  their  little 
red  and  white  striped  tents  along  the 
edge  ot  the  floor.  They  fall  drunkenly 
upon  the  narrow  army  cots.  Occasion- 
ally a  girl  is  carried  in  the  arms  of  her 
trainer.  Nurses  visit  the  striped  tents  to 
take  pulse-counts  of  the  dancers  in  snor- 
ing stupors.  The  gong  sounds  again.  The 
rest  period  is  over.  Out  from  under  tent- 
flaps  they  stumble,  lock  arms  and  dance 
away  again.  Sometimes  they  change 
clothes  in  the  interim.  That  seems  to  help. 
They  eat  while  dancing  and  stop  at  a 
water-cooler  on  the  floor  for  drinks  .  .  . 
stop,  but  they  must  keep  their  feet  mov- 
ing in  dancing  time. 

Four  o'clock  in  the  morning  is  the 
zero  hour  for  the  marathon  dancers. 
Then  there  is  no  great  arena  full  of 
people  to  watch  them,  and  offset  prizes 
.  .  .  only  a  few  hangers-on  and  reporters 
and  referees.  They  go  slightly  mad  in 
those  grey  hours  of  dawn,  trying  to  keep 
on  their  feet  'till  a  new  day,  when  new 
crowds  will  come  to  applaud.  The  men 
hold  up  their  drooping  partners,  talking 
with  them  all  the  time  in  a  pathetic 
coaxing  way.  Sometimes  the  girl  holds 
up  her  man,  slapping  his  face  and  chafing 
his  neck  to  keep  him  awake;  sometimes 
she  gets  angry  and  kicks  the  stumbling 
hulk  in  the  seat  of  his  pants.  In  the  morn- 
ings, the  men  shave  while  dancing. 
Couples  stand,  shimmying  from  one  foot 
to  the  other,  drinking  black  coffee  and 
chewing  on  cold  clammy  rolls.  Later  in 
the  morning,  an  occasional  social  worker 
drops  in  to  gaze  disapprovingly  upon 
the  spectacle  of  self-imposed  human  tor- 
ture. Doctors  come  in  to  look  with  pro- 
fessional interest  upon  specimens  of  ex- 
haustion such  as  they  could  never  see  in 

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A  Famous  Doorway 

in  Hollywood  that  means  home  to  travelers 

The  doorway  of  this  hotel  means  home— personal 
comfort— sendee— pleasant  surroundings.  It  also 
means  that  you  are  conveniently  jocatecT  in  Holly- 
wood—film Capitol  of  thi!  world— amusement  center 
of  Southern  California. 

Good  Food  a  Feature 

A  French  chef  has  made  the  dininj;  room  famous. 
Club  breakfasts,  luncheons  or  dinners  at  popular 
prices.    Also  a  la  carte  service. 

^^  Write    for  reservations  or  free  booklet  entitled, 
Hollywood," — today! 

The  Hollywood  Plaza  Hotel 

— inhere  the  tfooru'ay  means  home  to  traitfcrs 
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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


there  never 

was  a  substitute 
for  quality 

not  youth  .    .  not  eagerness  .   .  not 
even  the  best  ot  good  intentions. 
When   you  take  time  to  read  you 
want  to  have  at  hand 


pithy  articles 


by  such  writers  as  H.  L.  Mencken, 
Max  Rcinhart,  Sara  Bard  Field, 
Idu'al  Jones,  the  Hon.  James  D. 
Plielan,  Qeorge  West  and  others 
whose  analysis  of  life  and  contempo- 
rary situations  appear  in  The  San 
Franciscan  trom  time  to  time  .  .  . 
and 

stimulating  stories 

chat  reflecc  unusual  phases  ot  modern 
thought  .  .  such  as  the  delightfully 
done  bits  by  Katharine  Hulmc, 
Charles  Caldivell  Dohic  and  Elva 
Williams  ...  or  strong  writing 
such  as  that  of  Efihert  Joyce  Tasker 
.    .      then  for  contrast 

vivid  cartoons 

of  society  and  its  members  from  the 
satiric  viewpoint  of  K_alph  Barton, 
Peter  Arno  or  Sotomayor  .  .  .  illus- 
trations, etchings,  wood  cuts  and 
reproductions  of  the  art  of  Zorack, 
Stella,  Bellou's,  Rjvera,  Sasportas, 
Davies,  Winkler  and  Dreives  .  .  . 
as  well  as  significant  camera  work 
by  Steichen,  Hagemeyer,  Arnold 
Qenthe,  Francis  Bruguiere,  and 
[{udomine. 
All  this  and  more  has  been  given 

San  Franciscan 

subscribers  during  the  first  year  and 
a  half  of  the  magazine's  life.  . 
Even  more  worth  while  will  be  the 
offerings  of  the  coming  months.  .  .  . 
Don't  lay  yourself  open  to  future 
regrets  when  friends  remind  you  of 
what  you  have  missed  in  not  re- 
ceiving every  issue. 


As  to  Books 

B>' JOSEPH  HENDERSON 

A  BOUT  a  year  ago  it  seemed  ap- 
/■^parcnt  that  Elinor  Wylie's  novels 
jC  JLsuffcrcd  trom  too  much  imagi- 
nation (Oh,  welcome  fault!)  We  never 
discovered  what  The  'Venetian  Qlass 
J^ephexv  was  all  about  except  that  its 
pages  sounded  like  the  inventory  of  a 
good  Italian  antique  shop.  The  idea  of 


The  Orphan  Angel,  in  which  Miss 
Wylie  sent  Shelly  on  a  walking  tour  of 
America,  was  as  refreshing  as  an  April 
breeze  tor  the  first  fifty  pages  but  despite 
the  most  subtle  persuasions  of  style  we 
never  got  a  sufficiently  convincing  pic- 
ture of  Shelly  in  Arizona  It  was  a  laud- 
able effort,  but  English  Romantic  poetry 
and  nineteenth  century  America  are  as 
bad  a  mixture  as  Greek  vase  painting 
and  twentieth  century  Los  Angeles,  Even 
a  historical  phantasy  needs  to  have  one 
foot  in  reality.  Miss  Wylie  has  not  tailed 
us.  Her  new  novel,  Mr.  Hodge  and  Mr. 
HazZi^rd,  shows  a  vast  improvement 
both  in  form  and  in  style.  The  subject  is 
still  English  Romantic  poetry,  but  this 
time  she  has  given  it  the  right  propor- 
tions by  placing  it  where  it  belongs  in 
nineteenth  century  England  Mr.  Haz- 
zard  is  a  poet  who  primarily  suggests 
Byron,  but  Miss  Wylie  has  wisely 
avoided  writing  any  more  biographical 
portraits  a  la  Barrington  or  Maurois. 
Hers  is  a  different,  more  subtle  talent 
We  have  had  enough  raw  history  and 
aesthetic  nostalgia  of  this  age  and  she 
gives  us  rather  her  own  precious,  sophis- 
ticated, sympathetic,  omniscient  trans- 
lation of  it,  embodying,  as  she  says,  in 
"the  central  character,  a  composite  mini- 
ature of  the  whole  generation  of  nine- 
teenth century  Romantics.  .  .  "  Mr. 
Hodge  and  Mr.  Hazzdrd  has  flavor  in- 
stead of  facts,  pictures  instead  of  ideas, 
moods  instead  of  explanations,  and  best 
of  all,  wit  instead  of  irony. 
"Mr  Hodge  an  Mr.  Hazzard,"  by 
Elinor  Wylie.  (Alfred  A.Knopff). 


The  San  Franciscan  "^  ToRM.iVN    Douglas    who    casually 

221  Sharon  Bldg  ,  San  Francisco.  Calif  -LN    tossed    the    world    a    classic    ten 

Inclosed  find  check   for  $2.50  for  a         ^^^^  ago  called  Souf/>   Wind  came  out 

one  year  subscription  to  be  sen?  to  f*?''  "^°"^t  ^"/"^^  ^"P"''  "f/^T^^"^ 

■^  like  me  who  thought  he  was  dead,  with 

[vjan^g  a  new  novel  entitled  In  the  Begim.xing. 

He  also  casually  tossed  this  one  to  the 

Street world,  but  1  doubt  if  it  will  be  swal- 
lowed up  as  greedily  by  anthologies  as 

City its  elder   brother.    In  the   Beginning  is 


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37 


Fascinating 

for  the  writer  or  artist  in  search 
of  a  home  of  distinction  in  ideal 
surroundings  in  the  heart  of  Bur- 
lingame  .  .  there  waits  a  place 
ot  artistic  individuality  in  a 

Romantic 

setting  ...  In  idyllic  gardens 
—  entrancingly  set  with  an 
island  dotted  pool,  entwining 
paths  and  unexpected  little 
nooks — is  built  a 

Japanese 

house  containing  dining  room, 
kitchen,  living  room  and  cham- 
bers— a  delightful  Guest  House 
— a  quaint  Play  House — a  Gar- 
age— and  servant  quarters  .  .  . 
Charmingly  imbedded  amidst 
fruit  trees,  roses  and  floivering 
shrubs  it  becomes  a 

Home  For  Sale 

enticing  to  the  appreciative 
owner.  .  .  The  price  is  indeed 
low.  .  .  Phone  the  owner — 
San  Mateo  3043  for  appoint- 
ment. 


terribly  general  The  place  is  Heaven 
and  Earth,  the  time  excessively  B  C, 
and  the  characters  are  gods,  half-gods, 
satyrs  and  here  and  there  an  occasional 
man  The  gods  are  hedonistic,  malig- 
nant, and  forgetful,  the  half-gods  only 
less  so,  and  the  men  are  simply  nobody 
The  satyrs  are  rather  benevolent,  but 
they  arc  nearly  extinct.  And  yet  it  is  a 
fascinating  world  that  Mr  Douglas, 
himself  something  of  a  god  in  such  mat- 
ters, has  created.  At  first  his  success  is 
not  so  apparent  and  one  is  inclined  to 
regard  In  the  Beginning  as  one  of  those 
philosophical  lists  Englishmen  are  al- 
ways drawing  up  of  the  57  varieties  of 
truth  or  beauty  without  having  experi- 
enced any  of  them;  or  else  the  opening 
pages  might  seem  to  indicate  just 
another  pre-Raphaelitic  outpost  of  pa- 
ganism On  the  contrary  Norman  Doug- 
las is  a  highly  rationalized  modern 
European  with  a  bitter,  courageous 
skepticism,  a  belief  in  the  natural  func- 
tions of  the  body,  an  excellent  sense  of 
humor  and  a  very  clever  tongue — all  ot 
which  virtues  added  to  the  highest  rate 
of  copulation  to  be  found  in  any  novels 
of  recent  years  ought  to  make  In  the 
Beginning  a  worthy  best  seller. 
"In  the  Beginning,"  by  Norman 
Douglas.  {John  Day.) 

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hiM"  is  a  play  by  e.  e.  cummings, 
and  I  assure  you  that  my  type- 
writer is  in  ok.  condition.  Mr,  Cum- 
mings' emancipation  from  capital  let- 
ters is  full  of  significance  because  it 
threatens  to  alter  our  pet  little  ideas  of 
english  usage,  from  here  it  is  only  a  step 
to  the  abandonment  of  punctuation, 
syntax  and  separate  words  and  just  run- 
everythingalonglikethiswithoutabreak. 
Here  I  admit  my  nerve  fails  me  because 
it  we  get  that  far  we  may  as  well  un- 
shackle ourselves  from  expressing  any 
thought  as  well,  and  from  there  it's  only 
a  little  push  into  complete  inanity.  But 
after  reading  /nj?i  1  think  it  might  be  a 
good  plan  for  him  is  delightfully  insane 
As  produced  in  New  York  this  season 
it  (or  maybe  i  ought  to  say  he)  must 
have  presented  the  aspect  of  a  series  of 
circus  side  shows,  some  funny,  some 
tragic,  some  tender  but  all  of  them 
swift,  chaotic,  stimulating  and  Ameri- 
can Chiet  among  these  scenes  is  a  dra- 
matic representation  of  the  Frankje  and 
Johnny  song,  brutal,  sensual,  and  ugly 
hut  with  lots  of  power.  At  other  times 
there  is  a  debonair,  wistful,  spontaneous 
charm  expressed  in  the  lines  of  Anne 


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Vacation 
trips 

ISlpw  at  low  fares 

This  Pacific  play-land  is 
yours — just  a  few  hours 
away.  By  train  you  can  reach 
its  world-famous  resorts 
quickly,  saving  vacation 
days.  Great  national  parks 
of  the  West,  Los  Angeles, 
Portland,  Seattle  and  the 
"evergreen  playground"  of 
the  Pacific  Northwest  are 
easily  reached  by  Southern 
Pacific  trains. 

Go  now,  at  low  cost.  For 
example,  1 6  day  limit  round- 
trip  from  San  Francisco  to: 


Los  Angeles  .     . 

.  $22.75 

Del  Monte     . 

6.00 

Yosemite  .     .     . 

.      17.00 

Lake  Tahoe    .     . 

.     13.25 

Santa  Barbara    . 

.     17.75 

Portland    .     .     . 

.     36.00 

Seattle      .     .     . 

.     46.75 

Vancouver,  B.C.    . 

.     56.25 

North,  south  or  f 

>ast.  South- 

ern  Pacific's  vast  network  of 
lines  intimately  explore  the  Pa- 
cific Coast.  Stopover  anywhere. 
Your  vacation  starts  whenyou 
hoard  the  train.  Relaxed,  care- 
free, you're  on  your  way  to  play. 

Southern 
Pacific 

F.  S.  McGINNIS,  Passenger  Traffic  Manager 
San  Francisco 


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Brecon  which  Mr.  Cummings  (pardon 
mc,  mr.  cummings)  quotes  on  the  title 
page : 

looking  forward  into  the  past  or  looking 

backward  into  the  future  i 

walk  on  the  highest 

hills  and 

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about 

it 

all 

the  way 

"him,"   by  e.  e.  cummings.   {Boni  and 

Liveright.)        ^    r    r 

HOME  TO  Harlem  is  the  most  meri- 
torious novel  of  negro  life  I  have 
ever  read.  That  is  not  so  omniscient  as 
it  sounds  because  I  don't  suppose  I've 
read  a  quarter  of  those  which  have  been 
written.  Anyway  now  I  know  I  never 
shall,  and  I  think  nobody  remotely  in- 
terested in  American  negroes  will  want 
to  miss  'Home  to  harlem.  The  negroes 
have  been  a  fad  and  therefore  subjected 
to  a  lot  of  French  pastry  writing  a  la 
Van  Vechten  or  the  melodramatics  of 
Lidn  Belle.  Supposedly  we  have  learned 
all  about  the  negroes,  their  passions, 
their  music,  their  aspirations,  their  in- 
feriorities but  none  has  touched  them 
half  so  well  as  Claude  McKay.  Mr. 
McKay,  it  seems,  has  long  been  the 
body  and  soul  of  the  negro  literary 
renaissance,  but  that  is  one  of  the  least 
interesting  things  about  him.  Every 
now  and  then  there  are  purple  passages 
which  fall  a  little  ponderously  from  a 
negro's  pen,  and  certain  Joycian  or 
Chekovian  observations  make  one  wish 
that  McKay  had  been  influenced  by  his 
American  contemporaries  if  he  had  to 
be  influenced  at  all.  But  just  the  same 
Home  to  Harlem  stands  solidly  among 
the  best  novels  of  the  year  and  it  ought 
to  teach  us  once  for  all  never  again  to 
over-praise  or  over-depreciate  books  for 
having  been  written  by  negroes. 
' '  Home  to  Harlem , "  by  Claude  McK Ay . 

(Harpers.) 

The  above  books  may  be  purchased 
at  Paul  Elder's  on  Post  Street  near 
Grant  Avenue.     .,    ,   ^ 

Reigning  Dynasty 

Continued  from  page  33 

Mrs.  Andrew  Welch  and  her  daughter.  Miss  Marie 
Welch,  are  in  Pans. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  B  Allen  were  in  Southern  France 
during  the  latter  part  of  June. 

Mrs  Horace  P.  Howard  spent  the  late  June  in  Eng- 
land. .  , 

Mrs.  George  R.  Wells  and  her  daughter.  Mrs  Mane 
Wells  Hanna.  were  recently  in  Constantinople  and  were 
planning  to  go  from  there  on  to  Athens. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harry  Todd  are  en  route  to  Vienna 
where  they  will  be  the  guests  of  the  Baroness  Strauf- 
lesen. 

T       ▼       T 

BIRTHS 

To  Mr  and  Mrs.  Merritt  Olds  (Dorothy  Stevenson) 
a  daughter- 

To  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Charles  Oelrichs  Martin  (Caroline 
Madison)  a  daughter. 

To  Mr  and  Mrs.  Egbert  Osborne  (Kathryn  Masten) 
a  son. 

To  Mr  and  Mrs.  William  Magee  (Edith  Grant)  a 
daughter. 

'lo  Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  C.  Trowbridge  Jr.  (Margaret 
Perkins)  a  son. 


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tone,  their  import  is  so  fantastically 
opposed  to  the  urbane  progress  of  the 
play  that  one  leans  forward  in  the  seat 
as  though  actually  seeing  the  warring 
subconscious  complement  of  each  char- 
acter on  the  stage.  The  strangeness  of 
these  "asides"  is  accentuated  by  the  fact 
that  when  they  are  spoken,  every  char- 
acter remains  in  a  position  of  suspended 
animation  and  Time  itself  seeiTis  to 
stand  still  while  the  mind  speaks  out  the 
flashes  of  its  thought. 

SOMETHING  magical  has  been  accom- 
plished in  the  direction  of  this  play. 
The  action  takes  place  over  a  span  of 
more  than  twenty-five  years.  The  actors 
age  before  your  very  eyes.  Even  the 
mental  stuff  of  which  they  are  made 
undergoes  this  awful  decomposition  of 
age.  Revolt  subsides  into  complaisance, 
complaisance  into  lack-love  .  .  .  and 
then,  at  the  end  of  the  play,  they  are  all 
smoothly  afloat  on  the  great  placid  sea 
of  old  age,  peaceably  drifting  into  the 
sunset.  Time  and  the  aching  Present 
seem  then  to  be  truly  nothing  more  than 
a  "strange  interlude  in  which  we  call 
upon  the  Past  and  the  Future  to  testify 
to  our  being  alive," 

▼      T      T 

The  Sport  of  Pioneers 

Continued  from  page  21 

later  .  .  .  when  the  band  and  banners 
are  gone. 

It  will  be  late  afternoon  when  the  last 
outlaw  has  "sunfished"  for  you  and  the 
last  angry  bull  has  crashed  through  the 
corral  fence  charging  straight  for  the 
bleachers  only  to  be  neatly  roped  and 
thrown  by  a  watchful  cowman. 

Then  will  come  the  fattest  pluin  in 
any  rodeo's  pie.  The  wild  horse  race! 

A  dozen  bronchos  are  freed  from  the 
paddock.  A  dozen  mad,  bad  actors  to  be 
roped,  saddled,  and  with  help  of  all  the 
High  Gods  mounted  and  forced  to  run. 

It's  a  frenzied  fight  between  agile, 
steely-nerved  men  and  biting,  twisting, 
kicking  beasts.  Two  break  away  and  go 
bucking  saddleless  and  riderless  about 
the  track.  One  rolls  and  refuses  to  rise. 
Another  submits  to  the  strange  saddle 
and  merely  tightens  his  muscles  as  a  man 
swings  himself  into  it,  then  stands  per- 
fectly still  .  .  .  perfectly  docile.  The 
watchers  laugh  good  naturedly  at  the 
would-be  rider's  amazed  disappoint- 
ment. 

At  length  through  the  cloud  of  heavy 
dust  a  half  dozen  infuriated  horses  can 
be  seen  saddled  and  mounted.  Then  the 
crazy,  reckless  race  is  on.  Down  the 
track  the  six  sullen  stars  of  the  day's  per- 
formance present  every  known  buck  and 
whirl  and  twist  in  a  desperate  attempt 
to  remove  the  determined  riders  from 
their  backs. 

Continued  on  page  40 


VMA. 


M}\H       QMINN ; 

has  recently  returned  from 
Europe  with  a  collection  of 
furniture,  engravings  and 
fabrics — to  be  seen  by  ap-    |' 
pointment  only. 

Antique  and  mod- 
ern interiors  deco- 
rated  by  John 
Quinn  formerly 
with  WARING  & 
GILLOW,  London 
and  Paris. 

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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Sport  of  Pioneers 

A  ND  before  you  know  it  it's  all  o\cr 
ji\_  and  you're  wanJcrini;  hack  to 
town  under  a  twilight  sky  .  ,  back  to 
a  cowtown  in  holiday  dress  The  old 
bars  are  open  and  though  they  may  only 
have  soda  pop  to  oRer  the  stories  of 
"ranchers  and  rustlers"  they  tell  arc 
genuine.  So  are  the  poems  ot  the  plains 
that  some  soft  voiced  vacquero  will 
repeat  (or  you.  While  outside  there  is  a 
shadow  ot  voices  singing  a  shy  little 
song  weighted  by  that  wistful  minor 
note  of  sadness  that  haunts  all  cowmen's 
voices. 

And  down  the  street  a  dance  hall  band 
is  jazzing  an  old,  old  roundup  tune  .  .  . 
and  another  generation  dances  to  the 
measure  of  a  sterner  one ! 

T        ▼        ▼ 

Out  of  Wonderland 

Conlinued  from  page  22 

sanity  began  to  assert  itself  once  more. 
Excited  sellers  ruefully  watched  prices  ot 
the  shares  which  they  had  sold  at  bottom 
prices  slowly  regain  some  ot  their  lost 
ground,  and  alert  statisticians  discovered 
that  the  low  prices  recorded  in  the 
market  were  about  as  far  from  true 
values  as  were  the  top  points  reached  in 
the  height  of  the  period  of  blind  and  un- 
reasoning buying    It  was  demonstrated. 


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for  instance,  that  an  average  of  the  big- 
gest National  Banks  in  New  York  sold, 
alter  the  market  break,  at  about  2.40 
times  their  respective  book  values, 
which  would  make  Bank  of  Italy  worth 
about  $250  a  share,  while  the  financial 
liquidity  of  the  bank  itself  was  in  gen- 
eral quite  substantially  higher  than  that 
ot  comparative  institutions 

Soaring  prices  and  sound  reasoning 
are  seldom  found  together,  however, 
and  a  complete  recovery  of  old  levels 
will  be  at  least  slow.  Giannini  repeated 
time  and  time  again  in  the  past  that  his 
stocks  were  selling  at  levels  out  of  all 
reason,  and  anyone  who  bought  stocks  at 
the  peak  certainly  has  no  one  but  him- 
self to  blame.  It  is  remarkable  that  in 
the  face  of  overwhelming  losses  suffered 
by  some  hundreds  ot  people,  not  one 
voice  has  been  raised  in  criticism  of  the 
great  Italian  banker. 

T       T       ▼ 

COMPLETE  re-establishment  of  old 
prices  may  take  time,  but  few  con- 
test its  probability.  The  faint  melody  of 
the  sirens'  song  of  overnight  wealth  still 
may  be  heard  in  quiet  and  undisturbed 
places,  and  its  potent  lure  may  not 
always  fall  upon  ears  deafened  at  the 
moment  by  the  crashing  of  top  heavy 
market  prices.  The  public  had  indeed 
made  its  first  rough  and  perilous  journey 
out  of  Wonderland,  but  some  day  it  will 
inevitably  return. 


uiy  in 
San  Francisco 


is  different  from  July  in  other 
places.  The  cool  trade  winds  bring 
invigorating    mists    with    a    keen 

salty  tang But  even  brisk 

breezes  and  stinging  fogs  can  not 
keep  the  vacation  feeling  out  of  the 
air Toward  noon  one  for- 
gets the  freshness  of  morning  and 
thoughts  of  the  golf  course — the 
mountains — the  sunlit  seashore  in- 
trude themselves. 

Don't  try  to  stifle  these  longings 
....  take  luncheon  where  there 
are  flowers  and  an  atmosphere  of 
summertime  relaxation.  You'll  be 
refreshed  and  ready  for  a  strenuous 
afternoon  if  you  spend  your  noon 
hour  at  the" 


^ojEft  Street  Cafeteria 


OAKLAND 


BERKELEY 


The  Marathon  Dance 

Conlinued  from  page  lb 

their  laboratories.  Some  people  talk  ot 
the  marathon  being  stopped  by  the 
police;  but  that  is  a  very  remote  possibil- 
ity Tex  Ricard,  promoter  and  owner  of 
the  Gardens,  is  making  too  much 
money.  And  the  newspapers  get  too 
many  daily  feature  articles  from  the 
sepulchral  parade  down  on  the  traver- 
tine floor. 

T       ▼       T 

Two  o'clock  in  Madison  Square  Gar- 
den, and  five  thousand  spectators 
are  still  sitting  fascinated,  watching  the 
marathon  dancers  swing  into  their  316th 
hour  of  continuous  dancing.  The  Gover- 
nor of  Massachusetts  sits  in  a  box.  The 
ex-Postmaster  General  of  the  United 
States  sits  in  another  box.  Scores  of  un- 
announced celebrities  occupy  other  choice 
ringside  seats.  The  arena  shows  un- 
broken rows  of  spectators.  Hot  dog 
vendors  climb  over  sprawling  legs.  .  . 
"Hey!  Hey!  Skinless  and  boneless  I{ed 
Hotl"  The  orchestra  grinds  out  "Blue 
Heaven"  for  the  nth  time.  The  dancers, 
falling  against  each  other,  sustain  their 
dance  posture  in  defiance  of  any  known 
laws  of  fatigue-poisoning,  mental  break- 
down or  muscular  paralysis.  They've  all 
broken  the  world's  record  They'll  all 
get  theatre  contracts.  But  they'll  keep  on 
dancing    'till    but    one    couple    remain 

Continued  on  page  42 


62  ^ost  street   =  -  g)an  Jftantigco 


JULY,  1928 


41 


Memories  of  San  Francisco 

Bv  JOSEPHINE  RINGWOOD 

RED.  Blue.  Yellow.  Green  Purple 
Color  patches  across  a  midnight 
sky.  Swirling.  Gleaming.  Twinkling. 
Twirling.  Lights — big,  round  eyes  laugh- 
ing at  the  night ! 


Ferry  boats  rest  in  the  slips.  Steamers 
ready  to  put  to  sea.  Spaniards,  Portuguese, 
Chinese,  Mexicans — husky,  bronzed  men 
hauling  cargo.  The  indescribable  smell 
of  cargo  that  haunts  the  docks  Sailors. 
Adventurers.  Men  from  the  Orient,  Ar- 
gentine, South  Seas.  Adverturers  drawn 
on  again — on  to  new  ports,  distant ! 

Along  the  Embarcadero,  through  quiet 
cobble-stoned  streets.  A  tootfall  rings  on 
the  pavement.  An  officer  "doing  his 
beat."  On  over  the  hill  to  Fisherman's 
Wharf.  Steaming  kettles  along  the  side- 
walks. Fires  glowing  in  the  darkness 
Gold-ear-ringed  Italians  drawing  in  their 
nets.  Fish!  The  salt,  biting  smell  of 
freshly-caught  fish! 

On  through  the  Latin  Quarter.  Blank 
windows  stare  at  the  darkness.  A  lone 
figure  crouches  in  the  shadows.  Eyes, 
bright,  staring.  Face,  grizzled  with  gray- 
ing beard.  Tattered.  Worn.  "Gutter- 
rat"  of  the  city ! 

Columbus  Avenue  to  Dupont  Street 
— then,  Chinatown!  Narrow  alleys. 
Cobblestones  Stale  incense  drifts  through 
an  opened  window.  A  slim  figure  glides 
past  a  doorway  Parted  lips  smile  for  a 
moment,  then  she  is  lost  in  the  dark. 

Over  California  Street.  The  midnight 
blue  fades  to  gray — then  rose.  Morning 
sounds  of  a  city,  begin.  Milk  wagons 
rattle  along  the  street.  A  motor-car 
whizzes  past.  A  whistling  paper-boy 
starts  his  route. 

Down  Mason  Street.  The  city  looms, 
brilliant !  The  sun  strikes  a  signboard — 
color — magnificent — radiating  in  every 
direction.  Shafts  glance  the  St.  Francis 
walls;  the  gray  walls,  live!  Stirring, 
vibrant,  the  city  wakes  to  a  new  day ! 
The  City  Romantic!  The  City  Glorious! 
San  Francisco ! 


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The  Marathon  Dance 

Continued  from  page  40 

Standing.  And  New  York  will  go  on 
paying  to  sit  out  the  vigil  of  days  and 
nights  yet  to  come.  Maybe  it's  the  epi- 
tome of  a  jazz-mad  age  Maybe  it's  just 
another  spectacle  of  sheer  human  pluck 
and  will-to-do  such  as  has  captured  the 
imagination  of  the  crowd  since  the 
gladiatorial  days  in  Roman  arenas  And 
maybe  it  can  all  be  summed  up  in  the 
frankfurter  vendor's  cry:  "Hey!  Hey! 
Skinless  and  boneless!  I{ed  Hot\" 


San  Franciscan  Advertisers 

Listed  for  Your  Convenience 

For  Apartments 

The  Park  Lane       - 30 

For  Oriental  Art 

Miss  Clayes 36 

Henry  H.  Hare       ------  39 

For  Book.s 

Paul  Elder 37 

Hargen's      -_ 37 

John  Howell's 36 

Newbegin's 36 

For  Confections 

Foster  &  Orear 32 

Kratz  Kitchen  Table 44 

For  Fashion  Designing 

Fashion  Art  School 38 

For  Floiuers 

Podcsta  &  Baldocchi 39 

For  Finance 

Bacon  ty  Brayton 41 

Wm,  Cavalier  &:  Co.        -      -      -      -  40 

Duiscnberg-Wichman  bi  Co.       -      -  41 

Hendrickson,  Shuman      -      -     -      -  40 

The  San  Francisco  Bank  -     -      -      -  41 

For  Qinger  Ale 

Isuan       - ^2 

For  Qoicns,  Hats,  Sports-wear 

The  City  of  Paris  ------  29 

Nellie  Gaffney 39 

"Polly" 38 

The  White  House        -----  28 

For  Hotels 

The  Hollywood  Plaza      -      -      -      -  35 

The  Los  Angeles  Biltmorc    -      -      -  42 

The  Mark  Hopkins 2 

For  Illustrations 

Patterson  6;  Sullivan 43 

For  Interior  Decoration 

Penn  Furniture  Shops       -     -     -      -  35 

John  Quinn       -------  ^g 

W.  &  J.  Sloane      - 5 

The  City  of  Paris 29 

The  White  House       -----  28 

For  Jewelry 

Shreve  &  Co. 4 

Shreve,  Treat  &  Eacrec    -     -     -     -  31 

For  Luncheon,  Tea,  Dinner 

The  Aldeane 39 

Courtyard  Tea  Room       -      -      -      -  38 

Kratz  Kitchen  Table  -----  44 

The  Post  Street  Cafeteria       -      -     -  40 

For  Picture  Framing 

H.  Valdespino 38 

For  Photographs 

Gabriel  Moulin      ------  38 

Holly  Todd 39 

For  Tickets 

Peter  Conley     -------38 

For  Travel 

Los  Angeles  Steamship  Co.  -     -      -  32 

Matson  Navigation  Co.  -      -      -      -  33 

Panama  Mail  Steamship  Co.      -      -  34 

Southern  Pacific  Co. 37 


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President  d"  Manager 


RRIVING 

in  San  Francisco  by 
airplane  or    motor 
Mark  Hopkins  hospitality 
beckons  you.    ...   It  wel- 
welcomes  you    into    the    at- 
mosphere   of    a    well-ordered, 
cultured  home.    .   .   .   If  you  seek 
relaxation  you  will  find  it  in  the 
seclusion  of  the  rooms  and  suites  far 

above  the  city  streets At  home 

amid    tasteful    surroundings    you    a 
part  of  the  city  yet  aloof  from  the  b 
panorama    spread   before  you.   .  .   .    O 
other  hand — you  can  step  from  tha 
security   into   the  sparkle   of  life   in    Peaco 
Court  where   there  is  dancing,  music  and 
gayest  of  San  Francisco  night  life  .   .   .  Wheth 
are  here  for  a  day  or  for  an  entire  season 
gaiety  and  relaxation  within  your  reach  at 

HOTEL  MARK  HOPKIN 

WHERE  ANSON  WEEk's  ORCHESTRA  PLAYS  FOR  DANCING 
EVERY  NIGHT  THROUGHOUT  THE  SUMMER 


ROOMS  $4  AND  UP 


Yhe  penalty  of  leadership  ...  in  merchandising  .  .  . 

is  sometimes  the  imputation  of  high  prices.  This  store 

modestly  admits  its  leadership,  but  accepts  with  it 

the  responsibility  of  setting  generous  values 

in  the  goods  it  offers  its  patrons. 

FURNITURE   •  ORIENTAL  RUGS   •   CARPETS   •    DRAPERIES 


W:   6i  J.   SLOANE 

SUTTER   STREET   near    GRANT   AVENUE    /    SAN  FRANCISCO 


the  personality 

of  a  city  depends  on 

the  hold  it  keeps  on  the 
imagination  oS  people  in 
general,  san  firancisco^s  ro' 
mance— her  traditions— her 
signs  o£  development  are 
transcribed  each  month  in 
both  serious  and  humorous 
vein  in  *'the  san  ranciscan'^ 
....  you  o^re  it  to  yourself 
to  keep  in  touch  ^^ith  the  life 
oS  the  most  romantic  city 
oS  the  Mrest. 


GOINGS  ON   ABOUT  TOWN 


THE  THEATRE 
Alcazar  :  Sidney  Tolcr  and  Emerson  Treacy 

go   into   the   second   month    with   Howard 

Lindsay's  amusing  comedy  Tommy. 
Columbia  :    The    Trial    of    Mary    Dugan    as 

reviewed  in   "Pacific  Coast  Showdom"  on 

page  39- 
CuRRAN :  Conway  Tearle  of  movie  fame  and 

Anne    Davis,    formerly    ot    La    Frisonicrc, 

starred  in  Mid  Channel  under  Irving  Pichcl's 

direction. 
Geary:  Wilham  Courtenay  in  The  Spider — to 

be  followed  by  the  long  waited  for   Qood 

President  :  The  Wooden  Kimono  continues  to 
send  shivers  down  the  backs  of  San  Francisco 
visitors. 

MOTION  PICTURES 

Granada  :  Diverting  acts  accompanied  by  the 
clowning  of  Frank  Jenks — incidentally  mo- 
tion    picture  features. 

Embassy  :  Lights  of  New  York, — the  first  all- 
talking  Vitaphonic  picture. 

St.  Francis  :  Still  Street  Angel  with  Janet 
Gaynor  and  Charles  Farrell. 

Warfield;  Pictures  and  girls — girls  and  pictures 
—and  Rube  Wolf. 

VAUDEVILLE 
I  Orpheum  :  Clever  teams — with  Jeanne  Eagcis 

in  the  offing. 
I  Pant  AGES  :Morc  and  more  for  your  money. 
I  Golden  Gate:  A  "second  chance"  at  some  of 
I       the  good  headliners. 

I  MUSIC 

1  August    5 :    Summer    Symphony    directed    by 
'       Gabrilowitsch  in  the  Woodland  Theatre. 
August  7:  Duplicate  program  in  Dreamland 

Rink. 
August  12;  Final  concert  of  Woodland  Sum- 
mer Symphony  Series. 
August  14:  Last  concert  directed  by  Gabril- 
owitsch— Civic  Auditorium. 
;  August  21  :  Symphony  directed  by  Piastro  at 

Dreamland. 
I  August  28 :  Final  concert  of  Summer  Sym- 
j      phony  series,  directed  by  Hans  Leschkc,  at 
I      Civic  Auditorium. 


Advance  notice  of  Opera  Season: 
September  1 5  :  Aida. 
September  17:  La  Ccna  Delle  Beffe. 
September  ig:  Tosca. 
September  21  :  Madame  Butterfly. 
September  22  :  Turandot. 
September  24:  L'Amore  Dei  Tre  I{e. 
September  25:  Fedora. 
September  27 :  Andrea  Chenier. 
September  29:  Matinee,  Tosca. 
September  29:  Night,  Faust. 
October  1  :  Carmen. 
October  3  :  Cavalleria  T{usticana,  Pagliacci. 

ART 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie:  116  Maiden  Lane. 
Closed  until  September. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legio.n  of  Honor: 
Jacob  Stern  Loan  Collection  of  paintings  and 
bronzes.  Paintings  by  Nicolai  Fechin  and 
Giovanni  Troccoli.  F.  Luis  Mora  work  still 
promised. 

De  Young  Memorial  Museum  :  Golden  Gate 
Park.  Permanent  collections.  Art  lectures 
open  to  the  public  each  Wednesday  and 
Sunday  afternoon. 

East  West  Gallery:  609  Sutter  Street,  West- 
ern Women's  Club  Building.  Paintings, 
drawings  and  prints  by  Wah  Ming  Chang 
through  August  10.  Watercolors  by  young 
Indian  artists  of  Oklahoma  reservations 
August  11  to  25. 

S.  &  G.  Gump  Gallery:  246  Post  Street. 
English  and  American  prints  and  European 
reproductions  of  Modern  Paintings. 

Persian  Art  Centre:  557  Post  Street.  Rare 
works  of  art  from  the  collection  of  Dr.  Ali- 
Kuli  Khan. 

Augustus  Pollack  Gallery  :  Chinese  paint- 
ings and  ceramics. 

VicKERY,  Atkins  &  Torrey:  560  Sutter  Street. 
Rare  collection  of  i6th  and  17th  century 
woodcuts  and  engravings. 

Modern  Art  Gallery:  716  Montgomery 
Street.  Collection  of  Czecho-Slovakian 
bookplates. 


RADIO 

Pacific  Network,  National  Broadcasting 
Company:  Every  Wednesday  evening  at 
8:30 — Bill,  Bertie  and  Jeeves  in  Japan, 
Honolulu,  on  board  the  S.  S.  Malolo  and 
back  in  San  Francisco — all  to  the  pop  of 
Isuan  corks. 

DINING  AND  DANCING 

Aldeane  Tea  Room  :  275  Post  Street.  Unex- 
pectedly good  food — served  in  rose  colored 
glass.  Overlooking  Union  Square. 

The  Mark  Hopkins:  The  Peacock  Room. 
Hobnobing  with  the  Reigning  Dynasty  on 
Nob  Hill. 

Tait's-at-the-Beach:  On  Sloat  Boulevard. 
Looking  West  at  the  Far  East  while  dining 
and     dancing. 

The  St.  Francis:  The  Garden  Room.  Good 
music  and  smart  people.  What  more? 

Courtyard  Tea  Room:  450  Grant  Ave.  Up- 
to-date  filling  station. 

Cafe  Marquard  :  Geary  and  Mason.  Contin- 
entally  exciting.  It's  fun ! 

Cabiria:  530  Broadway.  Informality  in  the 
heart  of  the  Latin  Quarter. 

The  Aladdin  Studio:  363  Sutter.  Oski! 
Wow  !    Wow ! — and  that  means  collegiate. 

New  Shanghai  Cafe:  332  Grant  Avenue. 
Oriental.  You'll  enjoy  it. 

Post  Street  Cafeteria:  62  Post  Street.  It's 
August  and  the  flowers  arc  still  fresh — food 
for  summer  appetites — luncheon  only. 

The  Palace:  Rose  Room.  The  dancing  crowd 
seems  to  be  moving  this  ^A^ay — and  with 
reason. 

The  Loggia:  126  Grant.  Luncheon,  tea  and 
dinner,  before,  during  and  after  shopping. 

Temple  Bar  Tea  Room:  No.  1  Tillman  Place- 
One  of  the  best  places  in  town  for  luncheon. 
No  foolin'. 

Russian  Tea  Room:  1001  Vallejo  Street. 
Where  balaika's  struni  to  accompany  real 
Russian  food. 


ESTABLISHED  1852 


SHREVE  &  COMPANY 

JEWELERS  and  SILVERSMITHS 


Post  Street  at  Grant  Avenue 


San  Francisco 


Western  Women's  Club 

Building 

San  Fraruiscd*  s  Unique  Monnment  to  the  Ability 
and  Knterprize  of  IVomanhood 

Besides  the  luxurious  rooms  for  the  convenience  ot  club  members,  the  Western 
Women's  Club  Building  houses  a  number  ot  significant  institutions  which  ofter  un- 
usual opportunities  to  San  Franciscans  and  the  public  in  general.  Among  these  are 

/  Sutter  Street's  New  Shopping  Center  in  the  Building  Arcade. 

.■\  completely  equipped  and  acoustically  correct  Theatre  where  the 
Players  Guild  productions  are  given. 

Three  other  beautiful  auditoriums  tor  lectures  and  meetings. 

The  East  West  Gallery  of  Fine  Arts  which  has  become  a  center  ot 
San  Francisco's  art  lite. 

The^People's  .Assembly — an  institution  ot  .Adult  Education. 

Headquarters  for  the  California  Historical  Society. 

Quarters  for  twenty-four  Women's  Organizations — whose  com- 
bined membership  includes  15,000  women. 

It  is  estimated  that  an  average  of  TWO  THOUSAND  WOMEN 
enter  the  doors  of  the  Western  Women's  Club  Building  liaily. 

6og  Sutter  Street  •  Sati  F)-a?icisco 


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A  DRAWIN'C  OF  A   CORNER  IN  THE  WESTERN  WOMEN  S  CLUB    Bl'U.DINr,   LIBRARY 


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SAN  FPANCISCM 

JOSEPH  DYER,  Editor  &^Publisher 
RowENA  Mason,  Associate  Editor 

Contributing  Editors 
Charles  Caldwell  Oobie  Mollie  Merrick 

Anita  Day  Hubbard  Idwal  Jones 

Joseph  Henderson  George  Douglas 

Kathryn  Hulme  Elva  Williams 


Vol.  II  AUGUST,  1928  No.  8 

CONTENTS 

Jane  Coivl,  pliotograpfi         --------  g 

The  Upad  from  I^omc,  by  August  Qrahavi    -         -         -        -  g 

Qreed,  verse  by  Edith  Summers  Kelly lo 

Peggy  and  Cortez,  photograph 1 1 

Nozv  It  Can  Be  Told -        -  iz 

The  Yellow  Shaud,  by  Charles  Caldwell  Dobie    -         -         -  14 

Base  of  Telegraph  Hill,  photograph  by  John  Paul  Edwards    -  25 

Sail  On,  Sail  On,  Sail  On,  by  Irene  Cowley           -         -         -  16 

.Marie  Jeritza,  photograph          -------  27 

Tully  vs.  Sinclair,  by  Hugo   -         -         -         -         -         -         -  18 

Villanelle  of  a  Spanish  Dancer,  verse  by  W.  Adolphe  Roberts  ig 

The  Modern  Age,  photograph  by  Brett  Weston     -         -         -  18 

So  This  is  Love,  by  Elva  Williams zz 

Hfibert  Pollak.,  photograph  by  Hagemeyer        -         -         -         -  zi 

Tin  Types,  by  Zoe  Battu zo 

San  Francisco  as  visualiLed  by  the  famous,  drawing  by 

Sotomayor     ----------  23 

Elii.abcth  English  M.aQee,  from  a  drawing  by  Louis  Hcls       -  Z4 

The  I{eigning  Dynasty Z5 

The  Tennis  Controversy,  by  Blanche  Ashbaugh         -         -         -  z6 

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7^JYf  cow II 

For  two  years  now  Miss  Jane  Cozvl  has  stopped  Hannibal  eight  times  a  week  from  entering  Bfime.  As  Amytis,  the  udfc 
of  the  I{oman  Dictator,  she  has,  ivith  the  help  of  Egbert  Sherwood,  the  dramatist,  and  Sir  Quy 
Standing,  her  present  Hannibal,  taught  I{pman  history  in  a  most  delightful 
manner  to  the  theatre  going  public 


TttC 

SAN  fliANCISCAN 


The  Road  From  Rome 

In  Which  We  Dissect  Romance  in  the  Light  of  History 


UPON  a  figure  and  personality  that 
must  ever  elude  the  confines  of 
reason,  upon  an  historical  mys- 
tery, shrouded  in  myth,  legend,  fantasy 
and  hence  a  vast  wilderness  for  conjec- 
ture, Robert  E.  Sherwood  has  builded 
that  admirable  drama.  The  Tioad  To 
T{omc.  One  sees  it  and  is  immediately 
lost  in  the  maze  of  his  own  questions. 
Do  the  facts  of  history  follow  the  facts 
of  the  play?  Is  it  cold  historical  truth 
that  Hannibal  of  Carthage  did  battle  his 
way  to  the  gates  of  Rome  only  to  turn 
his  back  upon  the  city  and  march  away, 
without  so  much  as  trying  to  scale  its 
walls,  which  he  knew  full  well  were 
poorly  protected?  If  recorded  history, 
indeed,  proves  that  Hannibal  did  so 
retreat,  how  can  that  fact  be  reconciled 
to  the  picture  history  paints  of  him — a 
driving,  cruel,  ruthless  warrior  of  colos- 
sal determination  and  ego?  Can  it  be,  as 
the  play  suggests,  that  Hannibal  became 
as  modeling  wax  in  the  hands  of  a 
gracious,  charming,  brainy,  altogether 
persuasive  and  delightful  woman  nom- 
inally of  the  enemy  city? 

Let  us  briefly  outline  the  actual  facts 
of  the  case  as  history  preserves  and  inter- 
prets them  for  us.  The  period  with 
which  The  T{pad  to  T{pme  concerns  itself 
is  that  of  the  Second  Punic  War  between 
Rome  and  Carthage,  which  began  in 
218  B.  C.  and  lasted  until  204  B.  C  For 
several  years  Hannibal  and  his  armies 
had  been  campaigning  in  the  Spanish 
Peninsula.  They  were  seeking  to  gain  in 
this  country,  land,  seaports  and  cities  to 
compensate  Carthage  for  the  losses  sus- 
tained in  Asia  Minor  during  the  First 
Punic  War.  Hannibal's  efforts  had  been 
notably    successful    and    he    controlled 


By  AUGUST  GRAHAM 

every  city  and  section  of  strategic  im- 
portance in  Spain  by  220  or  219  B.  C. 
His  later  and  ultimate  ambition  was  to 
march  upon  Italy  and  Rome  and  possess 
them  both. 


To  THESE  Spanish  maneuvers  the 
Romans  at  first  paid  but  slight 
attention.  Spain  was  well  removed  from 
Italy  and  then  a  comparatively  unde- 
veloped land.  Rome  and  its  subject  terri- 
tories in  the  East  Mediterranean  were 
recovering  from  the  First  Punic  War 
and  not  anxious  for  another  conflict. 
The  Carthaginian  administration  had  no 
particular  objection  to  Hannibal's  con- 
quests in  Spain,  but  at  the  same  time  it 
was  disposed  to  give  him  a  little  volun- 
tary support.  It  was  more  concerned 
with  paying  off  the  heavy  debts  and 
indemnities  of  the  previous  war  and 
gave  these  its  first  attention.  Rome 
realized  these  facts  and  so  matters 
marked  time 

But  as  Hannibal  began  to  gain  solid 
strength  he  and  his  government  entered 
upon  their  customary  policy  of  restrict- 
ing trade  by  Roman  ships  in  any  ports 
or  waters  they  controlled.  Accordingly, 
Roman  merchants  found  their  vessels 
barred  from  Spanish  harbors  and  their 
movements  restricted  in  the  West  Medi- 
terranean. Rome's  policy  was  strictly  a 
free  seas  one.  By  21S  B  C.  the  closed 
port  issue  had  come  to  quite  a  crisis.  In 
that  year  also  Hannibal  laid  seige  for 
eight  months  to  Sagantum,  a  Roman 
ally  city,  and  finally  captured  it.  It  was 
then  that  Rome  became  acutely  con- 
scious of  Hannibal's  intentions  and 
moved  to  take  steps  against  him. 


Hannibal's  campaign  is  a  long  re 
cital  of  marches,  counter  marche 
and  sieges.  Suffice  it  for  this  purpose  to 
say,  that  by  216  B.  C.  the  Roman  and 
Carthaginian  armies  had  met  in  three 
major  battles,  Trebia,  Lake  Trasimenus 
and  Cannae.  Hannibal  in  each  case,  by 
superior  strategy  simply  led  the  Romans 
into  slaughtering  pens  and  wiped  them 
out  At  Cannae  (200  miles  from  Rome 
and  in  216  B.  C.)  70,000  Romans  were 
killed  in  one  day. 

This  latter  victory  put  Hannibal  in 
complete  command  of  the  situation. 
His  armies  were  large,  well  trained,  per- 
fectly disciplined.  The  Roman  armies 
were  torn  by  inner  dissensions,  poorly 
disciplined  and  scattered.  The  great  am- 
bition of  all  his  thirty  years  of  life,  the 
capture  of  Rome  was  apparently  realize- 
able. 

But  when  Hannibal  actually  arrived 
at  the  city  gates,  he  made  not  the 
slightest  attempt  to  storm  Rome.  He 
rode  around  the  city,  hurled  his  javelin 
into  one  of  the  great  gates  and  departed 
without  waiting  to  see  if  his  strategic 
ruse  had  the  desired  effect.  He  passed  by 
his  final  opportunity.  Thus  we  perceive 
that  the  central  incident  of  Sherwood's 
play  has  a  sound  basis  in  fact.  Hannibal 
did  turn  his  back  upon  Rome,  without 
making  so  much  as  an  attempt  to  gain 
the  object  to  which  his  life  was  dedi- 
cated. 


THERE  are  various  historical  and  mili- 
tary reasons  given  for  this.  It  is 
pointed  out  that  it  was  the  major  prin- 
ciple of  Hannibal's  policy,  throughout 
the  time  he  was  on  Roman  soil,  to  stir 


10 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


up  revolt  amnnj;  her  subjects  aiiJ  u'iii 
their  support  lor  his  own  cause  hiLuul, 
in  Cipua  and  Syracuse  he  was  successlul 
in  this.  It  was  to  the  interest  o(  isolated 
or  dissatisfied  states  and  cities  to  throw 
their  weight  with  the  supposedly  stronger 
power.  In  many  cases  these  tactics  did 
not  entirely  succeed.  Hannibal  could 
offer  no  greater  freedom,  advantages  or 
protection  to  the  states  or  cities  than 
they  enjoyed  under  Roman  rule  They 
accordingly  remained  loyal  to  Rome 

it  is  further  pointed  out  that  Hanni- 
bal was  e\er  conscious  ol  the  lact  that 
his  mother  country  did  not  look  with 
unqualified  approval  upon  his  cam- 
paigns If,  after  Cannae,  he  had  tried  and 
failed  to  seize  Rome,  the  censure  would 
ha\'C  been  severe,  indeed.  His  career 
would  have  been  definitely  finished 
Moreover,  he  had  no  battering  rams, 
without  which  he  could  make  no  ade- 
quate attacks  And  it  he  entered  the  city, 
he  might  ha\'C  cut  himself  oft  from  his 
bases  of  supplies  and  reinforcements,  and 
so  have  been  caught  in  a  difficult  trap. 
So  much  for  the  historical  and  military 
reasons  put  forth 

Somehow,  individually  and  coUcc- 
ti\'ely  these  reasons  lack  the  ring  of  con- 
viction. They  do  not  sufficiently  explain 
anything.  Upon  the  occasion  of  his 
proximity  to  Rome,  Hannibal  knew 
that  the  city  was  not  well  garrisoned 
(His  spy  system  history  sets  down  as 
perfect.)  Other  well  walled  ancient 
cities  had  been  taken  by  storm  under 
similar  circumstances  Rome  was  the 
pivotal  center  of  the  entire  empire.  If  it 
had  fallen,  the  whole  confederation 
would  have  been  demoralized.  The 
intrepid,  calculating  Hannibal  surely 
realized  all  these  factors  and  certainly 
was  brave  enough  to  undertake  the  long 
chance  of  scaling  Rome's  mighty  walls 
He  had  taken  long  chances  before.  Yet 
he  turned  away. 

▼       T       ▼ 

SINCE  reason  does  not  wholly  explain 
this  strange  perversity,  we  arc  free 
to  conjecture  as  to  the  nature  and  pos- 
sible unknown  motives  of  the  man, 
Hannibal  In  this  connection  it  may  be 
of  some  significance  to  note,  that  Han- 
nibal was  of  an  Oriental  and  Semitic 
race.  He  came  of  the  East  and  of  a  city 
and  country,  where  art,  philosophy  and 
the  abstractions  of  thought  had  flowered 
and  flourished  to  an  infinitely  greater 
degree  than  they  had  in  the  Roman  and 
Italian  world,  then  little  more  than  a 
provincial  outpost,  drawing  scorned, 
belittled  but  indispensable  sustenance 
from  older,  riper  civilizations. 

At  the  tender  age  of  nine,  history  and 
legend  agree  that  Hannibal  had  been 
led  by  his  father,  Hamilcar  to  the  altar 
of  Baal,  and  there  swore  undying  hatred 
and  revenge  upon  all  Romans  The 
entire  project  had  the  earmarks  of  a 
family  affair    In  Hannibal  it  became  a 


driving  obsession  and  back  ol  tlic  obses- 
sion was  perhaps  the  rankling  knowl- 
edge that  his  own  country  held  his 
efforts  lightly;  was  not  properly  appreci- 
ati\c  of  his  victories  in  its  behalt.  His 
war  in  that  light  became  something  of  a 
free  lance  war — a  magnificent,  haughty 
proud  gesture  of  a  man  of  indomitable 
will  and  high  spirit.    For  Hannibal  u'ds 


Greed 


Bv  Edith  Summers  Kellev 

I  h.ivc  the  finest  webs  of  lace  my  sister 
made  for  me. 
Sewing  late  by  candleliKht  till  dawn 
was  in  the  skies, 
Sewing  by  the  window  till  it  grew  too 
dark  to  see. 
I  took  the  needle  when  she'd  done  and 
pierced  out  both  her  eyes. 

And  I  have  robes  the  loveliest  that  ever 
came  from  loom. 
Colored  like  beryl  and  amethyst  and 
rich  with  ruby  sheen. 
1  locked  my  sister's  children  in  a  close 
and  sunless  room. 
And  they  wove  me  golden  tissue  and 
peacock  blue  and  green. 

And  I  have  milky  pearls  that  glow  like  a 
white  rose  half  blown. 
Tender  and  twilit  pearls  like  mist 
on  silver  filigree. 
Pearls  colored  like  a  clouded  moon.  To 
have  them  for  my  own, 
I   drowned  my  sister's  husband  in   a 
cold  cave  of  the  sea. 


a  mighty  warrior,  diplomat  and  states- 
man Even  his  enemies  conceded  that 
and  history  confirms  it. 

▼        ▼        T 

,s  TO  the  woman,  Amytis,  wife  of 
_  the  Roman  Dictator,  Fabius, 
whicli  Sherwood  so  skillfully  and  charm- 
ingly injects  into  his  drama,  as  one  who 
influenced  Hannibal  to  turn  from  his 
objective — she  is  as  plausible  as  any 
other  factor.  It  was  not  wholly  impos- 
sible for  a  Roman  woman  to  make  her 
way  to  the  Carthaginian  camp  after 
Cannae.  Women  have  lent  themselves 
to  such  expeditions  frequently  enough 
Men  such  as  Hannibal  have  received 
them  and  talked  with  them.  Neither  the 
man  or  woman  may  have  had  the 
slightest  illusion  about  the  other,  or 
about  any  man  or  woman  for  that  mat- 
ter. They  may  have  met,  talked, 
measured  each  other  in  the  free  region 
that  is  above  delusions  and  falsities  and 
found  mutual  mental,  even  physical 
satisfaction  in  the  exchange  and  equality. 

Possibly  Hannibal  was  brought  face 
to  face  with  a  sense  of  utter  futility  by  a 


Roman  woman,  whose  wit,  intelli- 
gence, powers  of  penetration  and  ulti- 
mate understanding  were  equal  to  his 
own.  Perhaps  for  the  certain  love  of 
some  woman  within  Rome,  Hannibal 
may  have  abandoned  the  city.  Perchance 
he  detested  the  woman;  saw  through  and 
beyond  any  shallow,  small,  material 
motives  she  might  have  had  Yet  by 
some  strange  code  of  a  world  that  lives 
by  no  ordinary  codes,  he  may  still  have 
spared  the  woman  and  the  city?  Who 
knows?  Such  things  are  in  the  realm  of 
human  equations,  which  though  they 
exist,  can  hardly  be  charted. 

Again  perchance,  there  was  no  wo- 
man, at  all.  Hannibal  was  a  man  who 
dealt  in  worlds  and  relative  values,  and 
as  such  and  in  view  of  previous  facts, 
he  stood  pretty  much  alone.  He  was 
unlike  other  men.  In  another  sense,  is 
it  not  possible,  that  the  man  was  torn 
between  the  stated,  immediate  hatred  of 
his  life  and  his  Oriental  bent  to  speculate 
upon  the  abstractions  ot  lite?  He  may 
never  have  been  able  to  rationalize 
these  two  forces  of  his  mind.  He  may 
have  asked  himself  to  what  end  was  iti 
all?  Could  not  a  man  of  the  evident 
intelligence,  mental  endowments  and 
accomplishments  of  Hannibal  come  of 
himself  to  a  complete  and  baffling 
sense  of  the  futility  of  all  wars  and  his 
own  in  particular?  There  are  times  in 
history,  when  it  seems  that  this  has  hap- 
pened. 

Hannibal  listened  to  his  blustering 
officers,  to  his  clamoring  troops.  They 
saw  only  as  crushed  and  possessed  what 
they  laid  their  hands  and  swords  to.  It 
is  just  possible  that  Hannibal  realized 
this  and  saw  them  for  exactly  what  they 
were — his  dupes  and  tools.  He  may; 
have  despised  them  with  the  cynical 
contempt  of  the  wise  man  for  the  fools 
of  the  rabble  and  the  mob.  He  may  have 
turned  from  Rome  with  something  akin 
to  disgust,  with  his  tongue  in  his  check 
for  the  stupidity  of  his  armies.  i 

T      .      T  j 

WHAT  his  feelings,  motives  and 
emotions  were  as  he  turned 
twice  from  Rome  is  given  to  no  man  to 
know.  The  pan  holding  conjectures 
balances  evenly  enough  with  that  hold- 
ing reason  and  logic.  All  that  we  can 
ever  know,  is  that  as  a  matter  of  his 
torical  record,  there  is  no  well  defined 
account  dealing  with  events  immedi- 
ately after  the  battle  of  Cannae.  Up  tO; 
this  point  the  narrative  is  well  sus-i 
tained.  At  this  point  there  is  a  break  inj 
fabric  and  threads. 

Possibly  Hannibal,  as  the  play  sug-' 
gests,  tore  up  the  work  of  the  scribe, 
covering  these  incidents;  deliberately 
willed  that  history  and  subsequent  gen-j 
erations  should  remain  always  in  dark-' 
ness  and  doubt  as  to  the  genuine,  inti-; 
mate,  true  reasons  for  the  march  from 
Rome. 


AUGUST,  1928 


11 


CORTEZ  JND  PEGGY 

Following  th^  dose  of  "A  J^ight  in  Spain"  these  clever  dancers  have  remained  m  San  Francisco  to  dance  at  the  Hotel 
Mark  Hopkins.  They  have  entertained  the  King  of  Spain  at  San  Sebastian,  the  Prince  of  Wales 
at  Deauville  and  Biarritz  and  other  notables  at  Nice,  Paris,  London, 
New  York. — and  now  San  Francisco 


12 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


UPON  completing  a  talk  before  a 
Frank  Norris  Club  in  a  local  high 
school,  Charles  Caldwell  Dobie  was 
surrounded  by  a  group  of  shy,  but  eager 
to  talk  and  question  ju\'eniles.  In  spite 
of  his  august  accomplishments  as  an 
author,  the  voungsters  tound  their  guest 
ijuite  an  approachable,  human,  talkati\e 
fellow.  The  little  informal  gathering 
made  splendid  headway. 

Dobie,  who  is  possessed  of  a  com- 
mendably  helpful  spirit  toward  the 
future  of  letters  suggested  that  the  club 
ask  Charles  G.  Norris,  surviving  brother 


of  the  great  Frank  Norris  to  talk  to 
them.  This  idea  provoked  silence  and  the 
interchange  of  glances.  At  length  one 
resourceful  juvenile  spoke  up.  There  was 
in  his  manner  diffidence,  doubt  and  the 
hesitancy  of  one  who  asks  a  favor  with 
the  feeling  that  he  is  requesting  some- 
thing of  which  he  is  not  worthy.  "We 
:ould  never,"  quoth  the  young  spokes- 
man,"hopetoget  any  one  as  good  as  that.' 

▼        T        T 

FROM  sources  that  are  unquestionably 
reliable  we  glean  the  information 
that  the  Republican  battle  cry  in 
the  forthcoming  contest  for  the  presi- 
dency is  to  be  "Onward  Christian  Sol- 
diers," while  that  of  the  Democrats  will 
be  "Throw  the  Rascals  Out." 

With  the  Democratic  slogan  we  have 
no  quarrel.  There  is  a  forthright  direct- 
ness about  it  that  delights  us 

The  Republican  slogan,  on  the  other 
hand,  obviously  does  not  possess  these 
homely  virtues.  As  anyone  knows,  who 
is  in  fair  possession  of  his  senses,  the 
administrations  of  this  party  during  the 
past  several  years  have  wallowed  in  a 
black,  oily  sea  of  all  that  is  unchristian, 
if  gainful,  and  opposite  to  sound,  old 
fashioned  American  Democracy.  But 
Mr.  Coolidge  and  now  Mr.  Hoover  are 
men  whose  names  fairly  shine  with 
piety,  Godliness,  goodness,  honor,  vir- 
tue, staunch  and  solid  integrity.  On  this 
fact  their  party  names  them  and  bases 
its  battle  cry.  A  naive  paradox  ! 

We  hereby  suggest  that  the  Republi- 
can party  change  its  slogan.  It  may  say 
anything  it  chooses  about  its  Christian 
Generals.  But  as  to  the  soldiers  and  the 
army,  let  there  be  found,  in  the  interest 
of  the  things  the  party  professes,  a  way 
to  leave  them  out  of  the  picture. 


ENTERING  the  lobby  of  a  down  town 
hotel,  a  local  matron,  fashionably 
and  expensively  gowned,  looked  about 
her  in  the  manner  of  one  who  expects  to 
find  a  waiting  friend.  From  her  expres- 
sion it  was  evident  that  the  friend  had 
not  yet  put  in  an  appearance,  but  the 
lady's  eye  had  been  caught  and  held  by  a 
second  woman,  whose  gowns,  furs, 
flowers,  perfumes,  jewels,  handbag  and 
other  small  incidentals  to  the  wardrobe 
were  as  costly  and  as  chicly  correct  as 
her  own.  Upon  this  person  the  matron 
gazed  for  several  moments,  her  features 
swept  with  hesitancy  and  curiosity. 

Finally  she  approached  the  second 
woman  and  addressed  her  quietly  and 
not  without  a  degree  of  poise.  "You 
will  pardon  me,"  she  said,  "but  you  are 
my  husband's  mistress,  are  you  not?" 

The  lady  so  interrogated  looked  upon 
her  questioner  lengthily  but  with  no 
anger  or  rancour.  In  time  she  sweetly 
drawled,  "Your  husband's  mistress — 
and  what  did  you  say  the  name  is?" 


ORDINARILY  we  are  calm,  peaceable 
people  not  given  to  violence,  fist 
blows  or  mouth  frothing.  We  have,  we 
believe,  fair  tolerance  for  the  solemn 
trifles  and  bulTooneries  of  the  day,  such 
as,  the  Rotary  Club,  election  speeches, 
evangelistic  and  psychological  cam- 
paigns, lovelorn  columns,  the  attempts 
at  prohibition  enforcement,  Sunday 
magazine  sections,  bridge  lessons  by 
mail  or  lecture,  the  philosophy  of  per- 
fumes or  what  have  you. 

But  there  is  one  thing  that  invariably 
disturbs  the  steady  norm  of  our  days. 
It  is  when  some  would-be  clever  scribe 
and  idiot  refers  to  our  beloved  city  as 
"Frisco.  "  When  we  encounter  this  sense- 
less abbreviation  our  being  rocks  with 
anger.  We  are  enveloped  in  a  lurid  haze 
of  bloody  hue.  Could  we  lay  hands  upon 
the  fellow,  we  would  twist  his  miserable 
neck  and  chuckle  with  insane  glee  at  our 
work.  We  seriously  contemplate  plans 
for  forming  a  league,  hiring  a  public 
relations  counsel,  stumping  the  country 
and  storming  Washington,  D.  C.  to 
have  a  law  passed  against  the  outrage. 

In  the  moment  of  sane  reaction  that 
presently  follows  our  frenzied  tumult, 
we  realize,  of  course,  the  futility  of  such 
a  law.  We  are  shortly  mollified  and  our 
good  opinion  of  ourself  restored  by  the 


thought  that,  the  rascals  who  so  refer 
to  the  city  are  inferior  dubs,  corrupted  by  (i 
the  low  level  of  current  journalism. 
Plainly,  they  are  not  of  the  stuff  of  which 
genius  is  made  and  are  people  of  no 
discernment,  who  will  never  amount  to 
a  damn.  So  why  should  we,  San  Fran- 
ciscans, after  all,  bother? 


THE  occasion  was  the  recent  farewell 
dinner  given  by  the  Bohemian  Club  ' 
to  Alfred  Coates,  visiting  Russian  direc- 
tor   Joe   Thompson  rose  to  render  the 
honorary    speech    of   the   evening.    We 


MtS'Tm^ — WwiMtnilMinitlifl^^ 


settled  back  and  lit  our  cigarettes.  Sud- 
denly we  sat  up.  Thompson  was  speak- 
ing not  in  English  but  in  Russian.  His 
remarks  were  delivered  in  a  flowing, 
rippling,  easy  manner.  The  thing  was 
incredible.  Where  had  Joe  learned  to 
thus  speak  Russian?  A  terrible  sense  of 
inferiority,  of  wasted  opportunities  bore 
in  upon  us.  Hitherto  we  had  taken  no 
stock  in  correspondence  school  ads.  Now 
we  decided  the  matter  was  surely  worth 
looking  into. 

After  the  party  left  the  table,  we 
reconnoitered  a  bit,  bent  upon  obtaining 
as  diplomatically  as  possible  the  name  of 
the  school  the  speaker  had  patronized. 
Finally  the  mystery  was  solved  by  a 
fellow  guest,  familiar  with  the  Russian 
tongue.  Joe  was  a  fraud.  He  had 
obtained  a  Russian  primer  and  rattled  off 
its  first  several  lessons,  consisting  of  such 
simplicities  as  "I  see  the  cat.  The  cat 
sees  me.  The  baby  loves  Mama.  Mama 
loves  the  baby,"  etc.,  etc.  Our  self 
respect,  needless  to  say,  was  immediately 
restored  and  our  scorn  of  coupons 
greatly  added  to. 

T       T       T 

INCiDENT.'VL  to  these  days  of  multi 
tudinous  divorces,  there  has  grown 
up  quite  a  code,  relating  to  the  politi 
and  diplomatic  deportment  betwcer 
erstwhile  husbands  and  wives,  wher 
some  social  emergency  throws  them  intc 
contact  and  perchance  seats  them  in  dost 
proximity  at  a  dinner  party.  Books  ol 
etiquette  have  even  been  known  tc 
include  chapters  on  the  acquisition  ol 
pleasant  nonchalance  for  these  some 
times  difficult  contacts  and  meetings 
Perusing  some  of  these  volumes,  we  fai 
to  find  a  solution  to  the  difficulty  below 


i 


I   AUGUST,  1928 

r 

and  we  suggest  that  something  be  done 
[  about  it  by  those  who  are  expert  in  such 
i  matters. 

The  small  son  of  parents,  who  had 

parted  shortly  after  his  advent  into 
,  this  world,  was  one  day  informed  by  his 
'  mother  that  his  paternal  parent  had  just 
I  passed  away  in  circumstances  most 
j  tragic  and  harrowing.  Junior  had  spent 
j  all  of  his  seven  years  of  life  with  his 
I  mother.  He  had  seen  his  father  upon  but 
j  a  few  fleeting  occasions,  and  had  pos- 
i  sibly  been  given  the  impression  that  he 
j  was  anything  but  a  desirable  person.  Yet 
,  in  his  brief  life  span  Junior  had  also 
!  made   a   few   observations  anent   one's 

conduct  upon  the  passing  of  parents. 
,  Upon  receiving  the  news  in  question  he 
[  was  not  a  little  puzzled.  He  stood  first 

on  one  foot,  then  on  the  other  and  sol- 
;  emnly  regarded  his  shoes.  He  squirmed 

and   thrust   his   hands   deeply    into    his 

pockets.  Finally  he  asked,  "Well,  Mother, 

what  shall  I  do?  Am  I  supposed  to  cry?" 

T       T       T 

DURING  the  war  a  distinguished 
American  surgeon  was  billeted  to 
take  his  meals  in  the  home  of  a  French 
peasant  woman.  One  evening  the  after 
dinner  conversation   drifted   around   to 


^families  and  children.  "I  'ave,"  said 
_Marie,  the  hostess,  "two  sons,  joost  two 
!sons." 

j  "Two  sons,"  repeated  the  surgeon 
ubsently,  "and  that  is  all  the  children 
70U  ever  had,  Marie?  It  is  too  bad  you 
jhad  no  daughter." 

j  At  this  point  the  good  Marie  started 
jto  say  something  and  stopped.  She 
(Searched  for  words  and  started  again  in 
the  way  of  a  person  who  has  informa- 
icion  to  be  conveyed  carefully  and  dis- 
'creetly.  "Non,  mon  docteur,"  said 
Marie,  "I  will  tell  you  ze  truth.  I  'ave 
two  an'  one  half  children.  That  last  he 
Igive  me  more  trouble  than  the  other  two 
jail  together." 

T       T       T 

FROM  our  New  York  correspondent  we 
learn  that  bootleggers,  speak  easies 
and  night  clubs  in  that  great  metropolis 
are  now  employing  chemists  to  taste  the 
liquor  they  purvey.  Here  is  a  practice  of 
merit  and  significance  both  in  its  prac- 
tical and  humanitarian  aspects.  It 
smacks  of  the  comforting  and  the 
poughtful.  We  are  convinced  of  what 
|we  always  suspected,  namely,  that 
bootleggers  and  speak  easy  keepers  are 
men  of  heart  and  good  sense,  who  have 
ino  desire  to  kill  off  their  customers,  as  is 


commonly  alleged,  but  merely  to  cheer 
them.  They  are  engaged  in  an  infant 
but  lusty  industry,  and  are  hounded  and 
hunted  at  every  turn.  Naturally,  it  has 
taken  an  unduly  long  time  for  them  to 
adequately  solve  all  their  problems.  But 
as  the  skies  clear  and  they  find  their 
footing,    these    gentlemen    show    every 


inclination  to  eliminate  undesirable 
features  from  their  calling  and  wares  and 
to  generally  better  their  service  to  the 
consumer.  What  more  eloquent  proof 
does  one  require  of  this  than  the  afore- 
mentioned innovation,  now  in  vogue 
in  New  York  and  certainly  destined  to 
spread  throughout  the  land? 

T      T      T 

WE  HAVE  never  been  so  fortunate  as 
to  hear  the  inside  story  of  how 
San  Francisco  came  by  the  Steinhart 
Aquarium,  and  so  far  as  we  recall,  none 
of  the  public  prints  hereabouts  have 
ever  done  their  duty  in  the  matter  of 
singing  the  praises  of  this  remarkable 
structure  and  the  finny  inhabitants 
thereof.  We  lately  spent  a  happy  hour 
within  its  walls. 

We  gazed  awestruck  and  bereft  of 
coherent  speech  upon  little  fishes  and  big 
fishes,  upon  infant  crocodiles,  alligators, 
turtles,  fish  eggs  about  to  be  fish,  ducks, 
seals,  eels,  water  snakes  and  the  whole 
tribe  of  denizens  of  the  briny  and  fresh 
waters  of  the  earth.  We  beheld  swim- 
ming creatures  that  are  flat,  fat,  oblong 
and  inclined  to  the  octagonal  in  shape; 
fish  with  convict  stripes,  pin  stripes, 
polka  dots  or  with  wondrous  combin- 
ations of  all  three;  fish  that  are  pink, 
green,  gold,  purple  and  otherwise  futur- 
istically  decked  out. 

We  had  supposed  that  such  beings 
existed  only  for  those  afflicted  with 
delerium  tremens  or  otherwise  overcome 
with  too  much  bad  gin.  But  what  is 
more,  we  were  convinced  that,  if  being 
overcome  with  this  unfortunate  afflic- 
tion, we  would  not  be  seeing  uncanny 
and  unearthly  visions  in  the  creatures 
that  would  spin  before  our  terrified 
gaze.  For  such  apparitions  do  exist  in 
the  flesh  and  are  palpably  harmless  and 
well  meaning.  In  short,  we  had  a  brief, 
but  satisfactory  psycho-analysis.  Having 
seen  such  visions  while  cold  sober,  we 
will  have  no  fear  of  them  when  not 
so  sober.  Wherefore,  we  pronounce 
the  Steinhart  Aquarium,  among  other 
things,  a  noble  boon  to  mankind  in  a 
bleak  age  of  dubious  refreshments. 


13 


IN  THE  matter  of  hidden  meanings,  in 
skill  at  reading  between  lines,  we  will 
ordinarily  match  our  powers  with  any 
man,  regardless  of  his  learning,  his 
reputation,  his  sophistication  or  his 
knowledge  of  the  world  and  its  people. 
But  upon  our  desk  lays  an  advertise- 
ment of  the  Hotel  Del  Monte  which 
frankly  mystifies  us.  We  read  among 
other  things  that,  sports  fixtures  of 
major  importance  follow  each  other  in 
rapid  and  brilliant  succession. 

What  the  deuce,  we  ask,  are  sports 
fixtures?  We  are  aware  that  at  Del 
Monte  one  may  look  upon  and  partake 
of  tennis,  golf,  polo,  bathing,  fishing, 
yachting,  motoring,  aeroplaning,  bridge, 
fair  women,  secret  and  amorous  de- 
lights and  pastimes  and  forbidden 
beverages.  Does  this  ambiguous  phrase 
refer  to  some  new  and  "lately  born 
frivolity?  Or  is  it  just  a  come  on,  the 
hollow  humbug  of  an  ad  writer  at  the 
point  of  arid  and  wordless  desperation. 
We  would  have  more  specific  enlighten- 
ment on  this  puzzling  phrase.  ^We  await 
anxiously  later  bulletins  from  the  house 
of  Del  Monte  and  from  that  worthy 
host,  Mr.  Sam  Morse. 


BY  A  traveler  who  has  just  returned 
from  that  camping  ground  and 
rallying  point  of  those  afflicted  with 
bodily  and  spiritual  chilblains,  that 
happy  hunting  ground  of  the  swamis 
and  messiahs,  that  paradise  of  hot  dog 
vendors,  that  stronghold  of  all  who 
seek  to  save  us  from  our  sins,  that  rising 
Athens,  to  wit:  Los  Angeles,  we  are 
informed  that,  certain  forward  looking 
gentlemen  who  are  starting  yet  another 
chain  of  cafeterias  and  lunch  rooms  in 
that  cafeteria  ridden  city  require  that, 
all  females  in  their  employ  shall  wear 
their  skirts  very  conspicuously  above 
their  knees.  Be  it  known,  also,  that  the 
wenches  chosen  for  service  in  this  enter- 
prise are,  in  toto,  very  agreeable  to  look 
upon;  while  their  knees  are  master- 
pieces of  a  beneficent,  if  betrayed, 
creator. 

The  food  dispensed  in  the  places  under 
discussion  is  unspeakably  bad  and  noto- 
riously lacking  in  flavor.  But  these  are 
details  of  no  moment  to  the  denizens 
and  yokels  of  the  hinterlands.  Thus  is 
art,  beauty  and,  incidentally,  good  busi- 
ness served  in  this  great  Southern 
metropolis. 

The  San  Fr.^nciscans 


14 


THE  SAN  FI^VNCISCAN 


The  Yellow  Shawl 

Wherein  Virtue  Tangles  in  the  Fringe  of  Vanity 

By  CHARLES  CALDWELL  DOBIE 


IT  WAS  during  one  ol  her  noon-hour 
rambles  .ihout  San  Franciseo  that 
Chiquita  Garcia  liad  seen  the  yellow 
shawl,  in  the  window  ot  SanoH's  An- 
tique Shop  on  Sutter  Street  She  remem- 
bered it  afterwards  when  she  got  home 
to  her  dull,  faded  room  with  the  vivid- 
ness with  which  one  remembers  an 
intense  summer  day. 

Standing  bctorc  her  mirror,  she  let  her 
hair  fall  about  her  face  and  she  thought; 
"If  1  could  only  have  that  yellow  shawl 
to  wrap  about  my  shoulders,  so — ah, 
yes!  One  needs  something  bright  it  one 
has  black  hair."  And  she  pushed  her  hair 
back  from  her  face  with  a  gesture  of 
abandon,  letting  her  scarlet  lips  part 
hungrily.   .   .    . 

The  next  day  at  noon  she  went  from 
the  factory  where  she  worked,  and  she 
stood  opposite  the  yellow  shawl.  It  lay, 
draped  gracefully,  across  the  back  of  an 
antique  chair,  and  near  its  fringe  a 
spangled  fan  had  been  dropped  with 
studied  carelessness.  Again  she  thought; 
"If  I  only  had  that  yellow  shawl  against 
my  dark,  colorless  skin,  and  the  fan  to 
hide  my  lips!  ...  If  I  only  had  the 
shawl,  the  fan  would  not  matter  so 
much,  still — yes,  it  would  be  very  pleas- 
ant to  have  both." 

That  night,  before  her  mirror,  she 
thought  once  more  of  the  yellow  shawl 
and  the  spangled  fan.  "Yes,"  she  said  to 
herself,  "yellow  is  my  color."  Then  she 
put  a  thin  yellow  ribbon  about  her  neck 
and  her  eyes  began  to  flame  faintly,  like 
street  lamps  at  twilight. 

All  next  day  while  she  worked  at  her 
trade  the  vision  of  the  yellow  shawl 
pursued  her.  She  thought  also  of  the  fan, 
but  it  was  the  shawl  that  held  her  cap- 
tive. She  looked  down  at  her  dull  blue 
dress,  and  at  the  dull  blue  dresses  of  the 
women  about  her, — cold,  cheerless  blue 
dresses  that  matched  their  cold,  cheerless 
blue  eyes — remembering  that  they  had 
not  even  seen  this  wonderful  shawl  And 
even  if  they  had  seen  it,  how  could  they 
hope  to  wear  it,  since  yellow  was  not 
their  color? 

And  she  went  again  at  evening  to 
look  at  the  shawl.  Even  in  the  twilight 
it  lit  up  the  window.  Yes,  it  was  still 
there,  and  near  its  fringe  was  the  span- 
gled fan,  and,  at  one  side,  lay  a  huge, 
flaring  tortoise-shell  comb. 

Chiquita  began  to  think;  "On  the 
first  day  I  saw  only  a  shawl.  Yesterday 
1  saw  a  shawl  and  a  fan.  To-day  there  is 
a  comb.  Who — " 

Looking  up  quickly,  she  saw  Sanoff 
peering  over  the  shawl  at  her,  and,  at 
once,  she  knew  that  he  had  been  waiting 


for   her   to   come   again.    Hi 


Well, 


Chiquita   Garcia    knew    by   the    greedy 
smile  on  his  lips.   .    .    . 

Her  mirror  told  her  the  same  tale  once 
she  got  back  to  it.  "Yes,  yes,"  she  said, 
"a  yellow  shawl  tor  my  shoulders,  and 
a  spangled  fan  to  hide  my  red  lips,  and  a 
Baring  comb  for  my  hair."  And  she 
caught  up  her  dark  hair  and  spread  it 
fanshape  back  upon  her  head.   .    .    . 

The  next  night  Chiquita  shivered 
through  a  fog  to  take  another  look  at 
the  dazzling  things  in  the  window.  But 
when  she  came  to  the  shop  they  were  all 
gone.  Instead,  the  window  displayed  a 
hideous  piece  of  horsehair  furniture,  a 
bit  of  cold,  blue  tapestry,  and  a  dreary 
jet  bag  that  even  the  street  lights  could 
not  call  into  life.  She  stood  still  and 
wondered.  Then  she  went  inside. 

Sanoff  saw  her  and  came  forward. 
Yesterday,  in  the  distance,  his  eyes  had 
sparkled  so  that  she  had  been  tricked  into 
thinking  him  young — well,  he  was 
young  still,  after  a  fashion,  but  age  is  not 
always  a  matter  of  years.  She  looked  at 
his  crafty  face,  his  evil  smile,  and  his 
snake-like  fingers.  But  she  did  not  walk 
out.  Instead,  she  said  very  boldly ; 

"Last  night  I  saw  a  comb  in  your 
window."  And  she  stopped  short,  won- 
dering what  next  to  say,  since  she  had  no 
money. 

Sanoff  looked  her  over  carefully. 
"Oh,  yes,  a  tortoise-shell  comb  shaped 
like — "  he  lifted  his  hands  and  made  a 
fan-shaped  gesture.  "Yes,  yes,  here  it  is." 
And  he  picked  it  up  as  if  by  magic. 

Chiquita  had  been  hoping  to  get  a 
glimpse  of  the  shawl,  but  it  was  no- 
where to  be  seen.  Had  it  been  sold,  she 
wondered.  She  fingered  the  comb  rather 
coldly. 

Sanoff  smiled  and  pushed  a  chair  to- 
ward her.  He  said  nothing,  only  smiled. 
But  she  understood  and  sat  down. 

"If  you  will  take  off  your  hat,"  he 
suggested. 

She  felt  for  the  hatpins  and  drew 
them  out,  setting  her  battered  headgear 
in  her  lap. 

He  bent  over  her,  and  she  felt  his 
fingers  pressing  down  upon  her  head  as 
he  slipped  the  comb  firmly  into  her  thick 
black  hair. 

She  took  the  gilt  hand-mirror  from 
him  and  looked — it  was  just  as  she  had 
imagined.  What  she  needed  was  a  flaring 
comb  for  her  hair. 

Impatiently  she  thrust  the  mirror 
from  her.  "Yes — this  is  it.  But  1  have  no 
money.  Why  should  I  trouble  you? 
Really,  I  am  a  fool!" 

His    hand,    sliding    away    from    the 


comb,   swept  her  neck.   She  shuddered 
slightly  and  rose. 

Sanoff  was  still  smiling  disagreeably 
as  he  bowed  to  her. 

"The  comb  is  yours,"  he  said,  show- 
ing his  teeth. 

She  drew  back  a  little.  "But  I  cannot  < 
pay  for  it,"  she  insisted. 

"I  have  touched  your  hair,  it  is 
enough,"  he  answered.   .   .   . 

T      ▼      T 

CHIQUITA  Garcia  did  not  go  again  i 
to  the  shop-window  for  a  week. 
She  said  to  herself; 

"Don't  be  silly!  You  have  the  comb. 
Because  this  man  was  a  fool  once  is  no 
sign  he  will  be  another  time.  Besides,  z 
comb  is  a  small  matter,  and  perhaps  he| 
has  already  sold  the  yellow  shawl.  .  . 

But  at  the  end  of  the  week,  one  Sat- 
urday night,  she  thought; 

"1  shall  walk  past  the  window  just 
once,  perhaps  he  has  put  the  shawl  back] 
again." 

But  the  window  was  as  she  last  hadi 
seen  it — cluttered  up  with  horsehair  fur- 
niture and  cold  blue  brocade,  and  a 
hideous  black  beaded  bag.  So  she  went; 
into  the  shop  again,  and  Sanoff  came: 
forward  smiling  as  before,  showing  hisj 
white  teeth. 

"Well,"  she  began  with  bravado,  "I 
am  back  again.  And  do  you  know  what 
I  have  come  for?" 

SanofiF's  smile  widened,  but  he  said 
nothing. 

"Shall  I  speak  about  the  shawl?"  she 
asked  herself.  But  her  heart  began  to 
beat  fast,  and  she  felt  a  sudden  fear  that 
he  would  tell  her  it  was  gone.  So  she  put 
off  the  question  and  said ; 

"I  have  come  for  the  fan — the  fan 
that  was  in  the  window  last  week — 
with  spangles  on  it." 

Sanoff  did  not  even  look  for  the  fan, 
because,  curiously  enough,  it  was  in  his 
hand;  he  threw  it  open  with  a  quick 
downward  gesture  and  it  glistened  in 
the  light. 

Chiquita  took  the  fan  from  him  and 
held  it  at  arm's  length;  then,  with  a 
sweep,  she  brought  it  close  up  against 
her  l^ace,  hiding  the  brightness  of  hei 
lips. 

Sanoff  smiled  again,  greedily.  Sheshui 
the  fan  in  sudden  petulance. 

"I  have  no  money,"  she  said  bitterly 
throwing  the  fan  down. 

He  bent  over  and  picked  up  tht 
bauble,  spread  it  out  carefully,  held  ii: 
against  her  face  as  she  had  done.  Ther 
suddenly  he  thrust  the  fan  quickly  to  om 
side  and  kissed  her  lips. 

Continued  on  page  34 


AUGUST,  1928 


15 


zAT  rue  "BAse  of  reuiEGiiAPH  hijiji 

An  unusual  viciv  of  this  part  of  San  Francisco  photographed  by  John  Paul  Ediuards  whose  interesting  camera  work. 

is  attracting  iyitemational  attention 


16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Sail  On!  Sail  On!  Sail  On! 

Wherein  Aimee  McPherson  Goes  Down  to  the  Sea  in  Ships 


AiMiE  Semple  McPherson  returned 
AA  CO  Angelus  Temple,  Los  Ange- 
Ji  JL  Ics  tor  the  present  season  after 
an  extensive  tour  in  "China,  Honolulu, 
Japan,  Australia,  Wales,  England,  New 
Zealand  and  Canada,  in  fact  practically 
all  o\er  the  world,"  as  she  told  her 
audience  ot  five  thousand  and  her  micro- 
phone at  the  gorgeous,  hallelujah  Sunday 
night  pcrtormance  celebrating  her  return. 

So  Aimce  now  broadcasts : 

"This  is  Angelus  Temple — America, 
which    enormously    tickles    the    funny 
bones  of  the  fi\c  thousand. 

Aimee  loves  her  microphone.  With 
one  arm  (a  right  shapely  one,  too)  curved 
tenderly  about  it,  she  exclaims  in  a  voice 
still  husky  trom  hundreds  ot  evangelistic 
sermons  made  on  the  world  tour : 

"Come  on,  folks,  all  together!  Let's 
sing  our  old  favorite,  'On  the  Four 
Square  Gospel  Ship.'  Everybody  sing!" 
She  claps  her  little  hands  with  an  en- 
couraging smack.  Simultaneously,  the 
organ  sounds  the  tamiliar  strain  and  the 
audience  sings  the  sprightly  tune, 

"On  the  Four  Square  Gospel  Ship, 
Soon  we'll  set  sail. 
The  cable  cannot  fail 
In  any  sort  of  gale 
For  it  is  anchored  on  the  solid  rock 
Jesus  will  prevail 
Ship  ahoy!  We'll  all  set  sail!" 

Aimee  steps  to  the  front  of  the  plat- 
form, and  scoffs ; 

"Well,  I  must  say,  that's  pretty  weak. 
You  sound  as  stifl  as  an  Episcopal 
Church!  "  Titters  and  guffaws  greet  this 
bit  of  brilliant  raillery.  "How  many 
sang  that  time'  Raise  your  hands."  Sev- 
eral obey.  "What!  "  exclaims  Aimee, 
aghast.  "Only  a  few  hundred  out  of  five 
thousand?"  (This  last  into  the  mike. 
Publicity  agents  take  careful  note.  This 
is  what  you  might  call  a  good  gag.) 
"This  is  ridiculous!"  The  five  thousand 
get  a  big  kick  out  of  this  scolding  from 
their  idolized  Sister.  "All  together  this 
time.  We'll  get  the  orchestra  to  help. 
Come !  'On  the  Four  Square  Gospel 
Ship,  Soon  we'll  sec  sail.'  "  The  hand 
clap  again,  and  with  a  boom  like  the 
roar  ot  many  waters  they  all  set  sail, 
accompanied  by  a  forty-piece  orchestra 
(including  xylophone,  drums  and  French 
horn)  whose  members  are  arrayed  in 
sailor  costumes  and  white  duck  hats. 
The  joyful  acclaim  swells,  and  the 
temple  timbers  totter  on  their  founda- 
tions as  che  audience  shrieks,  "Ship 
Ahoy!  We'll  soon  sec  sail." 

"Aaaaaaaa-men!"  shouts  Aimee,  as 
they  cease.  "Everybody  say  'Amen'." 


By  IRENE  COWLEY 

"Aaaaaaaa-men!"  comes  back  the 
obedient  chorus,  excited  by  song. 

"Everybody  on  the  main  floor  say 
'Amen',"  commands  Aimee. 

"Aaaaaaaa-men!"  bleats  the  main 
floor  contingent. 

"In  the  first  balcony,"  directs  the 
lovely  leader,  her  pretty  chin  raised  in 
that  direction. 

"Aaaaaaaa-men!"  shouts  the  first 
balcony  team,  its  competitive  spirit 
completely  aroused. 

"In  the  second  balcony,"  encourages 
Aimee. 

"Aaaaaaaaaa-men,"  shriek  the  second 
balcony  worshippers,  up  near  the  sky- 
tinted  dome. 

"Now  the  newcomers,"  coaxes  the 
hospitable  Aimee  sociably. 

"Aaaaaaa-men  !"  bray  the  newcomers, 
catching  the  spirit  of  the  thing.  And  now 
that  everybody  feels  thoroughly  ac- 
quainted, their  friendship  cemented  by 
the  glad  'Amen',  the  evening's  program 
can  begin. 

The  big  bill-board  on  top  of  the 
temple  has  promised  "A  gorgeous  musi- 
cal sermon,  followed  by  an  illustrated 
evangelistic  sermon  by  Aimee  Semple 
McPherson,"  and,  flushed  with  antici- 
pation, the  audience  sits  up  and  feasts  its 
eyes  on  the  radiant  Aimee  (fresh  from 
China  and  Wales)  and  wonders  what  she 
has  in  the  way  of  entertainment  up  the 
sleeves  of  her  black  silk  cloak,  lined  with 
white. 

T       T       ▼ 

FIRST  of  all,  Aimee  informs  us,  we're 
to  have  the  pleasure  of  hearing  some 
darling  little  children,  who  will  stand  in 
a  tiny  boat  and  sing  in  their  sweet  treble 
the  very  same  song  that  the  grownups 
have  just  sung.  Accordingly,  a  curtain  is 
raised  behind  Aimee,  and  there,  sure 
enough,  in  a  cardboard  boat,  stand  the 
dear  little  tots. 

"Ah,"  murmurs  the  audience  mater- 
nally, and  the  children  sing  sweetly, 
"On  the  Four  Square  Gospel  Ship 
Soon  we'll  set  sail" 
Etcetera, 
while  throats  tighten    and    unashamed 
tears  (according  to  the  papers)  flow  from 
the   eyes   of  the   adorers.   So   dear!   So 
sweet !  In  every  aisle  sits  a  young  woman 
garbed  in  white  dress,  white  shoes,  and 
black   cloak.   There   are  eight   hundred 
scattered  through  the  temple,  and  at  the 
conclusion    of   the    first    number    they 
become  an  animated  claquerie.  Imme- 
diately, every  pair  of  hands  in  the  temple 
joins  in  thunderous  applause,  and  Aimee 
turns  the  mike  to  the  audience. 


The  mistress  of  ceremonies  follows 
this  up  with  a  solo  by  a  graceful  child  of 
perhaps  ten  years,  who  faces  the  vast 
audience  unafraid,  with  a  song  about 
"Jesus  in  a  little  boat.  On  darling  Gali- 
lee," while  the  children  in  the  cardboard 
boat  rock  ever  so  cutely,  in  the  frail 
craft. 

Next  a  youth,  dressed  in  the  uniform 
ot  a  naval  officer,  recites  in  a  wavery, 
baritone  voice,  "Sail  on.  Sail  on.  Sail 
on,  and  on."  Above  him,  in  front  of  the 
choir,  in  a  boat  larger  than  that  formerly 
occupied  by  the  children,  stand  eight 
stalwart  sailors,  striped  jerseys,  blue  caps 
'n  everything.  Each  holds  an  oar.  The 
stroke  is  a  husky  youth,  but  since  there 
isn't  any  coxswain,  the  crew  gets  rather 
careless  with  its  oars,  with  the  result 
that  the  rowing  motions  which  accom- 
pany "Sail  on,"  become  a  bit  erratic, 
each  sailor  setting  his  own  pace,  which 
adds  a  piquant  touch  of  variety  to  the 
picture. 

By  this  time  the  audience  sees  che 
subtle  connection  between  the  illustrated 
sermon  that  is  to  come,  "When  My  Ship 
Comes  In,"  and  the  musical  program 
which  is  preceding  it,  tor  a  pale-eyed  girl 
nearby  whispers  to  a  pimply  young  man 
beside  her, 

"I  guess  it's  going  to  be  all  about  ships 
and  sailin'  on  account  of  the  sermon." 

Aimee  announces  that  due  to  the  hun- 
dreds of  requests  that  she  has  received, 
what  do  you  suppose,  our  organist  is 
going  to  play  the  "Volga  Boatman"! 
The  organist  smiles  modestly,  seats  her- 
self at  the  organ,  and  notwitlistanding 
the  fact  that  the  Volga  boatmen  didn't 
row,  the  unorganized  crew  up  above 
pulls  right  lustily  on  the  oars  to  the  tune 
of  the  Russian  folk-song. 

Next,  the  tuba  player  from  the  orches- 
tra bashfully  faces  the  audience,  and, 
wrapped  in  his  huge  instrument,  attempts 
a  tuba  solo  which  Aimee  asserts  is  en- 
titled, "When  the  Bell  in  the  Lighthouse 
goes  Ding,  Dong."  But  the  player 
missed  a  few  dings,  or  dongs,  and  alto- 
gether this  number  was  a  flop.  Well,  on 
any  circuit,  three  good  numbers  out  of 
five  is  a  fair  average,  and  the  entertain- 
ment is  gratis,  so  the  audience  passes 
over  this  lightly,  even  magnanimously. 

Meanwhile,  children  are  lying  fast 
asleep  in  parents'  arms,  and  parents  are 
getting  the  biggest  thrill  they've  had 
since  the  Welsh  Quartet  sang  at  the 
church  supper  back  in  Keokuk. 

Aimee  announces  that  the  choir  of 
fifty  members  "will  sing  for  us  Mrs. 
Coolidge's  favorite  song,  the  President's 

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AUGUST,  1928 


17 


TheVieymese  Prima  Donna  in  the  gorgeous  trappings  of  "Turandot,"  one  of  the  roles  in  which  San  Frar 

xvill  hear  her  during  the  coming  opera  season 


18 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


TuUy  vs  Sinclair 

A  Hopeful  Sign  in  the  Progress  of  American  Letters 


UPTON  Sinclair  has  once  more 
gone  into  liis  ammunition  hag 
tor  one  ot  those  frightful  gren- 
ades loaded  with  documentary  proofs. 
This  time  Jim  TuUy  is  to  he  the 
victim — or  at  least  the  target. 
TuUy,  who  would  have  written  a 
blasting  report  on  Elbert  Hub- 
bard, has  appropriated  that  dab- 
cr's  bon  mot,  "E\ery  knock  is  a 
boost."  No  doubt  the  Irishman 
welcomes  the  impending  duel. 

The  quarrel  began  when  Tully 
confideti  to  Sarah  Harrdt  the  in- 
formation that  Sinclair  had  once 
turned  the  budding  hobo  author 
from  the  door,  and  that  right 
smartly,  to  the  tunc  of  baying 
watch  dogs.  Miss  Harrdt  repro- 
duced those  revelations  in  The 
American  Mercury.  A  few  weeks 
later  Sinclair,  in  his  customary 
manner,  leaped  forward  with  a 
rebuttal.  This  time  he  is  to  pro- 
duce in  The  Haldeman  Julius 
Monthly  excerpts  from  the  grate- 
ful notes  indited  to  Upton  Sinclair 
by  Tully  himself,  and  they  tend 
to  prove  that  Upton  Sinclair 
stepped  for  Tully,  and  stepped 
high,  wide  and  handsome. 

The  question  is,  perhaps,  which 
one  of  them  is  lying — and  are 
cither  of  them  gentlemen? 

But  no.  That  is  not  the  ques- 
tion. Such  minor  considerations 
should  interest  no  one  but  the 
combatants.  Sophisticated  folk 
are  not  notable  enthusiasts  or 
champions.  In  the  Sinclair-Tully 
row  they,  the  Sophisticates  will 
be  charmed  and  amused;  doubly 
so  if  it  proves  to  be  a  lively  affair. 
And  it  gives  promise  of  being  a 
dandy. 

On  the  side  of  Sinclair  seem  to  be  sev- 
eral very  significant  missives,  and  the 
able  seconding  of  Mrs.  Sinclair — she 
whose  toasts  from  the  Pen  of  George 
Sterling,  Sinclair  made  bold  to  vend. 

On  the  side  of  Tully  is  another  thing. 
As  to  the  verity  of  his  original  charge,  as 
made  to  Miss  Harrdt,  it  is  dubious,  in  a 
recent  issue  of  The  American  Mercury 
Tully  said  of  his  mother,  "She  had  an 
unconcious  sense  of  drama."  It  would 
seem  that  Biddy  Lawler  passed  on  to  her 
son  that  sense  of  drama.  When  asked  if 
Upton  Sinclair  had  ever  helped  him,  this 
thought  probably  flitted  through  Tully's 
mind,  "How  dramatic  if  the  avowed 
'Champion  of  the  under-dog'  would  be 
charged  with  being  a  snob  who  rebuffs 


By  HUGO 

struggling  young  writers!"  When  that 
thought  was  transmitted  to  his  inter- 
viewer it  became,  according  to  Sinclair, 
a  lie.  But  who,  except  Sinclair  cares! 


VUlanellej^  of  a  Spanish 
Dancer' 

By  Walter  Adolphe  Roberts 


Heat  that  is  fused  to  flesh  for  my  despair, 

Spark  from  the  flint  that  is  the  soil  of  Spain, 
Her  art  has  stripped  the  body  of  beauty  bare. 

She  dances  to  the  mad  guitars,  aware 

That  in  her  rapture  is  a  core  of  pain — 
Heat  that  is  fused  to  flesh  for  my  despair. 

The  hoofs  of  goats  upon  a  rocky  stair 
Beat  in  her  castanets  a  fierce  refrain. 
Her  art  has  stripped  the  body  of  beauty  bare. 

A  poppy  glows  like  blood  upon  her  hair, 

And  her  wet  mouth  is  as  a  fiery  stain — 
Heat  that  is  fused  to  flesh  for  my  despair. 

Lust  on  those  lips,  but  in  her  eyes  a  prayer ! 

Of  a  vast  ecstasy  her  soul  is  fain. 
Her  art  has  stripped  the  body  of  beauty  bare. 

Though  I  should  die  for  her,  she  would  not  care. 

She  is  so  young  she  loves  to  flaunt  disdain. 
Heat  that  is  fused  to  flesh  for  my  despair. 
Her  art  has  stripped  the  body  of  beauty  bare. 


Who,  among  the  Sophisticates,  gives 
a  damn  whether  an  author  is  a  gentle- 
man or  not !  Gentility  in  the  truest  sense 
of  the  word,  never  had  a  great  vogue 
among  writers.  Think  of  Villon — he  slit 
a  few  throats,  but  what  a  delightful  heri- 
tage he  left  the  world !  Byron  was  a  rake 
and  a  blackguard,  but  "Childe  Harolde" 
is  charming.  Byron's  uncle,  Thomas 
Carlysle,  was  an  old  prig,  but  his  "His- 
tory of  the  French  Revolution"  is  stu- 
pendous. The  politely-withheld  frag- 
ments from  the  history  of  Oscar  Wilde, 
as  they  were  brought  to  light  by  Samuel 
Roth  in  '  'Two  Worlds, ' '  was  not  hideous 
or  obscene.  It  was  as  rich  in  humor  as  a 
chapter  from  the  works  of  Rabelais. 


THE  truth  is  that  the  row  between 
Tully  and  Sinclair  is  a  hopeful  sign 
in  the  progress  of  American  letters.  It  is 
not,  of  course,  the  first  time  it  has  oc- 
curred, but  is  thus  more  encour- 
aging, since  it  shows  a  tendency 
to  re-occur.  The  fertile  periods  of 
any  great  literary  era  have  been 
notable  for  the  brawlings  of 
authors  The  best  writings,  unlike 
the  best  carpentry,  are  done  when 
clever  men  are  in  the  heat  of 
battle.  England  received  a  definite 
boon  in  the  long  and  acrimonious 
struggle  of  Swift  and  DeFoe 
against  Steele  and  Addison. 

Nor  need  the  combatants  be 
models  of  decorum.  A  writer  of 
belles  lettres  is  usually  either  a 
loud-mouthed  babbler  who  can 
not  keep  to  himself  his  own 
struggles  and  defeats,  or  else  he  is 
a  scoundrel  who  betrays  the  con- 
fidences of  the  dear  lady  who  was 
so  sweet  to  him  the  night  before. 
Like  Lawrence  Sterne  he  is  apt  to 
cut  capers  on  the  bed  where  he 
was  conceived.  The  business  of 
being  a  gentleman  is  too  exacting 
and  tedious.  Struthers  Burt  has 
taken  so  much  time  out  to  prove 
that  he  is  a  gentleman,  and  that 
Mr.  Mencken  is  a  boor,  that 
Burt's  reputation  as  a  writer  of 
something  interesting  has  begun 
to  pale.  Mr.  Burt,  proven  a 
gentleman,  can  now  crawl  up  on 
his  dusty  shelf  and  stay  put.  Mr. 
Mencken,  proven  a  boor,  will 
continue  to  hold  our  grateful  at- 
tention until  he  becomes  a  disciple 
of  Emily  Post. 


M" 


R.  Sinclair,  if  he  continues 
to  burst  into  print  with 
charges  reeking  with  "dastardly  deeds" 
will  continue  to  hold  his  audience.  It 
will  make  little  difference  to  coming 
generations  that  Sinclair  was,  or  was 
not,  sincere  in  espousal  of  the  under-dog. 
Even  as  a  prophet  of  the  Socialistic  Age 
he  will  not  count — he  is  too  rambunc- 
tious for  that.  If  he  is  read  it  will  be 
because  he  is  fervent  and  sparkling,  and 
has  unconsciously  acquired  much  that  is 
interesting  and  amusing  in  his  work. 

Tully,  as  a  historian,  will  be  impos- 
sible. As  a  fairy  tale  teller  he  will  prob- 
ably live.  He  has  some  exceptional  stuff 
in  his  sketch,  "Shanty  Irish."  (It  is  safe 
to  prognosticate  that  "Shanty  Irish"  is 
the  ground  work  of  Tully's  next  book.) 

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AUGUST,  1928 


19 


This  striking  composition  shows  the  essential  beauty  of  modern  mechanical  structure.  It  demonstrates  the  truth  of  the  epigram 

Function  begets  form"  and  forecasts  unlimited  possibilities  for  art  based  on  factors  of  modern  life.  It  is  the 

work,  of  Brett  Weston  a  young  photographer  ivhose  prints  were  recently  exhibited  with 

those  of  his  well  known  father,  Edward  Weston 


20 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Tin  Types 

Troopers  of  the  Golden  Era  of  San  Francisco  Drama 


UPON  San  Francisco  the  quick,  full 
flooJ  of  the  gold  rush,  the  hirth 
of  the  drama  hurst  simultan- 
eouslv,  lustilv,  suddenly  Here  the  dra- 
matic art.  as  is  usually  the  case,  waited 
not  until  the  city  had  put  its  pioneer 
period  tar  and  dimly  behind  it;  had  at- 
tained a  certain  secure  mellow  point  of 
leisure,  tradition  and  means  before  it 
turned  to  the  theatre  and  the  cultivation 
of  the  things  of  the  mind  Properly 
speaking  the  city  never  grew.  It  sprang 
to  wise  and  fearful  v\isdom  o\eriiighc 
Men  of  every  race,  color,  station  and 
mental  endowment  under  the  sun,  within 
a  hrict  space  of  time,  lived  closely  with 
hunger,  plentitude,  wealth,  poverty, 
hardship,  luxury,  life,  death,  tragedy, 
humor  -scaled  quickly,  consumed  and 
cast  aside  the  entire  gamut  of  human 
emotions.  Contrasts,  intense  and  power- 
ful swept  through  their  days  as  the  ebb 
and  flow  ot  tides 

Ot  such  was  the  pageant  and  drama  ol 
the  gold  rush.  Those  who  were  of  it 
lived  as  spectators  and  actors  to  a  vast, 
many  sided  spectacle,  which  threv^  emo- 
tions and  imagination  into  a  seething 
furore  and  bred  a  strong  sense  of  theatri- 
cality. Nothing  save  another  glamorous 
world  could  possibly  suffice  to  provide 
amusement,  recreation  and  release  for 
those  who  lived  and  sought  wealth  amid 
scenes  as  tumultous  as  those  ot  the  gold 
rush  The  cause  of  the  playhouse  was 
helped  along  by  the  tact  that  there  were 
almost  as  many  actors  in  San  Francisco 
as  there  were  miners  They  sought  the 
town  with  an  unerring  instinct  for  the 
intensely  dramatic,  the  extremely  para- 
doxical Nor  were  they  unmindlul  of 
rumored  generous  and  golden  rewards 

Early  San  Francisco  drama,  as  it  thus 
sprang  to  vigorous  youth  truly  mirrored 
the  temper,  life  and  tastes  of  the  popu- 
lace Each  man  tound  what  he  sought. 
The  plays  of  Shakespeare,  the  master- 
pieces of  French  writers  flourished  within 
earshot  of  tawdry,  noisy  slap  stick. 
Opera,  when  it  appeared  found  ready 
support  Every  gambling  house  and 
saloon  had  its  stage;  every  play  house  its 
bar  Tlie  QolJcn  Era,  a  San  Francisco 
weekly  publication  established  the  first 
page  ot  dramatic  criticism  in  1S52. 
Every  mining  town  sheet  had  a  similar 
department  and  these  columns  were 
devoured,  discussed  and  warred  over 
with  high  gusto 

A  forming  tradition  so  fraught  with 
variety  as  was  this  one  naturally  gave 
prominence  to  actors  and  actresses  of 
striking  personality —to  those  whose 
instinct  for  the  unexpected  and  unusual 


By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

walked  with  them  through  the  streets  as 
well  as  upon  the  stage  Of  such  was 
Adah  Isaacs  Mencken,  Lola  Montez,  the 
Elder  Booth,  Edwin  Booth,  Jr  ,  Mrs. 
Judah  and  Tom  Maguire 

The  last  named  was  not  an  actor  but 
a  theatrical  promoter  with  an  amazing 
penchant  for  building  Jenny  Lind 
Theatres  He  built  three  in  all,  on  the 
site  of  the  present  Fiall  of  Justice.  The 
tirst,  erected  in  1850  was  burned  to  the 
ground  in  1852.  The  second,  a  costly 
and  munificent  structure  went  up  in 
smoke  exactly  nine  days  alter  its  open- 
ing Nothing  daunted,  Maguire  raised  a 
third  Jenny  Lind  house,  a  feartul  and 
wonderful  masterpiece  in  glaring  red 
plush,  gold,  gilt,  plaster  of  Paris  orna- 
ments and  gaudy  hangings  This  intrepid 
builder  of  playhouses  could  neither  read 
nor  write.  In  spite  of  his  lack  of  erudi- 
tion he  deserves  front  rank  among  San 
Francisco's  immortals.  He  contributed 
solid  foundations  to  a  fine  and  ancient 
tradition.  t    »    ▼ 

A  MONO  the  actresses  Lotta  Crabtree 
^/\_  was  the  most  notable,  not  because 
of  any  special  excellence  of  her  talents, 
but  because  she  so  easily  captured  and  so 
long  held  the  popular  fancy.  She  was 
brought  from  her  native  New  York  to 
California  in  1S52  at  the  age  of  five.  Her 
father  had  preceded  his  wife  and  daugh- 
ter to  the  state  and  had  settled  in  Grass 
Valley,  where  his  family  joined  him.  In 
this  hamlet  Mrs  Crabtree  opened  a 
boarding  house  to  supplement  the  family 
fortunes,  then  at  a  low  ebb,  and  here  the 
small  Lotta,  impish  and  red  headed, 
made  friends  with  the  notorious  Euro- 
pean dancer,  Lola  Montez,  at  the  time 
sojourning  in  Grass  Valley.  Lola  took  a 
liking  to  the  child  and  she  was  quick  to 
imitate  Lola's  dancing  By  the  time 
Lotta  was  eight  years  old  she  was  rated 
as  a  finished  thespian.  She  danced, 
warbled  sentimental  ballads  and  picked  a 
banjo  with  uncommon  facility  for  one 
so  young  She  gave  presentable  and  not 
unprofitable  local  performances 

There  was  just  then  a  craze  for  child 
actresses.  Mother  Crabtree,  who  always 
had  an  opportunistic  eye  for  business  per- 
ceived in  her  first  born  escape  from  the 
grind  of  a  boarding  house  She  formed  a 
partnership  with  one  Mart  Taylor, 
stranded  actor  and  saloon  keeper.  Father 
Crabtree,  a  shiftless  prodigal  was  with- 
out ceremony  deserted.  He  returned 
home  one  evening  to  find  that  his  wife 
and  eight-year-old  daughter  haddeparted 
upon  a  dancing  tour  of  Northern  mining 
camps. 


This  initial  itinerary  was  a  grand  suc- 
cess Lotta  was  the  show's  leading  lady. 
She  thumped  her  banjo,  sang  her  songs 
and  danced  her  way  into  the  heart  of 
every  town  visited  In  those  isolated 
niining  camps,  inhabited  almost  ex- 
clusively by  men,  a  child  was  a  rarity 
and  a  child  actress  akin  to  a  divine  being. 
The  miners  howled  raucous  approval  of 
Lotta  and  showered  dust,  nuggets  and 
divers  coin  on  the  stage  Lotta  removed 
her  dancing  slippers  and  scooped  her 
gains  into  them,  threw  kisses  and  dis- 
appeared amid  more  resounding  ap- 
plause. 

▼       T       ▼ 

MOTHER  Crabtree's  subscqucnt 
storming  of  San  Francisco  was 
not  exactly  an  easily  won  victory,  but 
gradually  Lotta  acquired  a  loyal  and  large 
following  that  stood  by  her  through  long 
years.  Whenever  she  appeared  in  San 
Francisco  or  in  any  remote  mining 
region,  the  community  turned  out  en 
masse  to  pay  homage  to  La  Petite  Lotta, 
as  she  had  come  to  be  called  on  account 
of  her  dimunitive  stature.  As  a  child 
actress  her  position  was  secure  and  en- 
during throughout  her  Western  and  later 
Eastern  career.  She  apparently  lacked  the 
capacity  and  inclination  for  serious  or 
heavy  roles.  What  tew  plays  she  appeared 
in  were  of  no  consequence  in  themselves 
and  Lotta  plainly  showed  that  she  had 
no  grasp  of  more  complex  drama. 

Moreover  her  mother  was  a  practical 
person.  In  her  eyes  people  who  aspired  to 
do  Shakespeare  were  destined  to  come  tO' 
poor  and  unseemly  ends.  She  looked  with 
scorn  on  young  Edwin  Booth,  then; 
struggling  with  the  difficult  business  oh 
gaining  a  name  as  a  Shakesperean  actor 
He  was  plainly  a  harum-scarum,  un- 
balanced fellow,  since  he  dashed  about 
town  on  a  prancing  white  horse.  His' 
father  had  spent  the  best  part  of  his  life 
in  Shakespearean  roles  and  what  had  he; 
come  to?  He  had  arrived  in  San  Fran- 
cisco, an  itinerant  carpet  bag  trouper,  ofj 
honor  and  prestige  to  be  sure,  but  of  no 
financial  standing.  He  disappeared  sud- 
denly and  met  a  mysterious  death  on  a 
Mississippi  River  show  boat.  All  these! 
things  were,  in  Mrs  Crabtree's  sight, 
evil  omens.  She  saw  to  it  that  her 
daughter  did  not  fall  into  such  trifling 
ways. 

Mother  Crabtree  put  her  faith  in 
comedy,  patter  and  the  sweet  little  girl 
illusion.  Lotta  was  the  Mary  Pickfordof 
her  day.  If  there  had  been  any  movies  or 
Hollywood,  Mrs  Crabtree  would  have 
speedily  sought  them  out   Perchance  her 

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21 


TiOBERT  TOJlXjiK^,  VlOJlJ^Sr 

•John  Hagemeyer  presents  the  picturesque  characteristics  of  the  man  in  this  camera  portrait  of  T{pbert  Pollak-  -Mr.  Pollak.  is  now 

in  Uienna  where  he  goes  each  summer  to  continue  the  instruction  of  students  ni  the  virtuosa  class  at  the 

Vienna  Conservatory  of  Music  xvhich  he  left  three  years  ago  to  become  the  head 

of  the  violin  department  in  the  San  Francisco 

Conservatory  of  Music 


22 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


So  This  Is  Love 


Proving  That  There  is  a  Destiny  That  Shapes  Our  End 

ByELVA  WILLIAMS 


Scene:  A  flippant  suite  in  a  very 
iiftr  Ncii'  York  hotel.  A  young 
man  of  ahout  tiuenty-nine  is  try- 
ing to  arrange  recalcitrant  tulips  in  a 
jar,  the  tulips  also  have  an  air  oj  being 
veiy  new  and  professionally  gay.  On  a 
tatle  is  a  quart  of  luhiskey  in  a  black 
evilly  black  bottle,  apparently  also  very 
ntw.  The  young  man  paces  indecisively 
betiveen  the  flowers  and  the  bottle,  drops 
a  lighted  cigarette  on  the  bright  carpet 
and  runs  his  flngers  through  his  shining 
hair. 

It  is  late  afternoon.  The  ivhole 
atmosphere  is  one  of  ivaiting  and  the 
tico  little  beds  seen  through  the  door 
seem  to  be  waiting  too  docilely,  and  a 
little  self-conscious.  There  is  a  timid  rap 
at  the  door.  It  is  opened  and  there  ap- 
pears a  slender  young  woman  frocked  in 
one  of  Patou's  precisities. 
She:  Good  afternoon.  One  would  have 
so  much  more  poise  it  it  were  even- 
ing, wouldn't  one? 
He:  Yes,  yes,  I  suppose    1  don't  know. 

Will  you  be  seated,  have  a  chair. 
She:  Thank  you.  1  wish  you  wouldn't 
shake   so.    We    must    be    very    self- 
possessed. 
He:  1  thought  we  were  to  be  just  the 

opposite. 
She:  Oh!  no.  (She  removes  her  fur  and 
hat   and  pats   her   hair   into   precise 
waves.)    You  seem   so   surprised,    or 
shocked,    or  something.    Didn't   you 
expect  me  to  be  like  this? 
He:  No,  1  thought  you'd  be  very  much 
older  and  blonde,  most  awfully  blonde 
and  stouter,  you  know,  quite  horrible, 
in  fact. 
She:  (with  a  laugh).  Why  is  it  taken  for 
granted   that   intelligent   women   are 
ugly,  wives  are  ugly,  virtuous  women 
are  ugly    And  now  you  took  it  for 
granted  that  your  co-respondent  would 
be  ugly.  How  is  a  pretty  woman  to 
live?    For,    I    am    pretty,    don't   you 
think? 
He:    (gasping).     Extremely,     yes,     ex- 
tremely. Will  you  have  a  drink?  (He 
offers    her    a    good    fraction    oj    the 
whiskey    bottle.)     I'm     quite     drunk 
myself. 
She:  Not  really!  You  carry  it  well.  Yes, 
I'm  afraid  1  must  take  one.   In  this 
profession  one  does  need  poise.  As  a 
rule  I'm  perfectly  calm  but  (she  drinks) 
you're  such  a  handsome  person. 
He  :  Is  that  last  a  part  of  the  profession 

too? 
She:  No! 

He:  I'm  sorry.  But  good  Lord,  how  can 
you  do  this?  Doesn't  it  shatter  your 
nerves? 


She  :  No,  not  my  nerves,  perhaps  my  dig- 
nity. But  it  enables  me  to  dress  like  a 
lady.  One  must  he  a  lady  in  some  way, 
in  the  heart,  in  the  head  or  in  the  hat. 
You  see  a  professional  co-respondent's 
work  is  really  very  simple.  I  come 
here  this  afternoon  at  the  arranged 
hour,  disrobe,  (please  don't  look  M  me 
like  that),  your  wife  accompanied  by 
two  witnesses  will  knock  at  the  door, 
also  at  the  arranged  hour.  I  will  ask : 
"Who  is  it?"  She  will  answer:  "The 
maid."  and  sliding  a  key  into  the 
lock,  (key  previously  given  to  her  by 
you)  open  the  door  and  find  us  in  the — 
in  the — clasp  ot  Cupid.  I  always  blush 
for  a  moment  but  look  at  my  brace- 
lets. When  is  a  bracelet  not  worth  a 
blush!  Besides  your  wife's  attorney 
has  an  exclusive  following.  The  men 
I  work  with  are  always  gentlemen. 
I'm  paid  well  and  who  knows?  Men 
are  always  caught  on  the  rebound. 
That's  a  platitude,  but  you  men  are  a 
business  to  women,  so  we  have  to 
have  some  fundamentals  to  work  on. 
Shall  we  have  another  drink?  How 
much  time  have  we? 

He  :  Yes,  yes.  Would  you  like  some  ice 
and  soda  with  it?  I  was  afraid  to  face 
even  a  waiter,  but  you've  given  me 
courage. 

She:  Not  me.  Your  courage  came  from 
the  bottle.  Why  not  take  it  in  its  pur- 
ity. (T/ie>'  drink.)  Tell  me  is  your 
wife  pretty? 

He:  Why? 

She  :  Who  wants  the  divorce? 

He:  She. 

She:  She's  a  tool.  You  are  too  attractive. 
I  should  never  divorce  you. 

He:  Oh!  She's  fond  of  me,  but  she 
wants  to  marry  someone  else.  She's 
almost  thirty,  and  with  only  one  mar- 
riage to  her  credit.  So  she's  embarrased. 
She  says  she'll  be  glad  to  remarry  me, 
someday. 

She  :  Do  you  want  her  to? 

He:  I  don't  know.  There's  a  lot  of  evil 
in  the  world,  isn't  there?  Ambition 
makes  people  evil  and  deceitful.  Love 
doesn't  last   Turns  to  deceit 

She:  If  love  lasted  I  shouldn't  have  a 
job. 

He:  Hmm.  Hmm.  Above  all  things  1 
loathe  deceit.  Ugh!  This  mockery.  If 
she  doesn't  want  me  why  are  we  forced 
to  play  this  cheap  game.  1  hate  deceit 
I  hate  the  law  for  making  deceivers 
of  us.  I  believe  in  companionate 
marriage. 

She:  But  that  sounds  cheap  too,  like  the 
installment  plan.  You're  a  very  moral 
person,  {a  pause)  I'm  not  very  legiti- 


mate, am  I? 

He:  You're  very  extraordinary.  : 

She:  You  see,  1  have  a  passion  to  be  a  lady.  I 
I  did  so  want  to  be  like  Madame 
de  Sevigne,  the  only  virtuous  woman 
ot  her  time.  Instead  I  make  my  living 
by  appearing  immoral.  Do  you  believe 
in  love  at  first  sight? 

He:  I  don't  know,  why?  ' 

She:  I  do,  do,  do. 

He:  You're  adorable.  You  mustn't  go 
on  in  this — er — profession. 

She:  Please  don't  moralize  I'm  quite 
nice,  really. 

He:  I  know.  j 

She  :  Shall  I — is  it  time — for  me  to  re-  1 
move  my  dress? 

He:  I  don't  know. 

She  :  We  are  getting  tight 

He  :  You  shall  not  drink  anymore. 

She:  I  couldn't  go  through  with  it  if  I 
didn't.  Your  wife  to  see  us,  ugh!  like 
that. 

He:  It  won't  last  but  a  second.  I  shall 
be  ever  so — 

She  :  It's  not  that.  If  she  sees  me  she  may 
want  you  back.  She  may  not  have 
realized  I'd  be  so  pretty  and  she  may 
have  forgotten  how  handsome  youare. 

He  :  (going  to  her)  Let's  forget  about  her. 

She:  Help  me  with  my  dress.  (With  a 
long  siveeping  geature  her  dress  goes 
over  her  head  and  is  flung  in  a  chair. 
She  stands  there,  high-heeled  in  rosy 
chiffon,  looking  very  disconsolate.) 

He:  (looking  at  her,  incredulously). 
What  is  your  name? 

She  :  Hope.  What  is  yours? 

He:  Michael. 

She:  (still  standing).  Beautiful  name. 
(A  long  pause) .  What  shall  1  do? 

He:  I'm  afraid  you  know  the  technique 
of  this  better  than  I. 

She  :  (starting  to  cry) .  Ooooh ! — 

He  :  (rushing  to  her) .  Forgive  me,  please, 
I'm  so  obtuse.  Shall  we  drink? 

She:  Yes.  It  will  give  me  more  poise.; 
You  look  more  beautiful  every  minute. I 

He:  It's  the  bottle. 

She:  Bottles  are  great. 

He  :  Yes. 

She  :  Do  you  think  that  is  why  we  are 
tailing  in  love? 

He  :  What  is  why? 

She:  The  bottle. 

He:  No.  (They  drink).  But  it  helps  us 
to  do  it  more  quickly  and  less  pain- 
fully. 

She  :  Is  it  painful  for  you,  Michael? 

He  :  What? 

She:  Falling  in  love. 

He:  I  don't  know.  This  is  my  first. 

She:  You're  lying  to  me 

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S/iW  FRANCISCC 
PUBLIC  LIBRarv 


23 


Sa)i  Francisco  as  Visualized  by  Famous  People  Who  Have  Never  Been  Here 
IJl  T>UCE  "BENITO  .MUSSOLINI 


SLIZABETH  ENGLISH  rJ^AGEE 

The  charming  and  talented  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Magee 
has  been  spending  the  summer  at  Lake  Tahoc 


FROM  THE  DRAWING  BY  LOUIS  HELS 


The  Rci^nin^  Dynasty 


WEDDINGS 

July  b.  Miss  Edilh  Dohrmann,  daushter  of  Mr  and 
Mrs.  A,  B  C.  Dohrmann,  to  Dr.  Harry  Garland,  son 
(it  Mrs.  Margaret  Garland  of  Dublin 

July  23  Miss  Mary  Martin,  daughter  of  Mr.  Herbert 
Martin  and  granddaughter  of  Mrs  Camillo  Martin,  to 
Wilson  Chamber lin  McCarty,  son  of  Mrs  Barclay 
McCarty  of  New  ^ork. 

July  28.  Miss  Dorothea  Margery  Day.  daughter  of 
Mr  Edwin  Herbert  Day  of  Santa  Cruz,  to  Mr.  Robert 
H.  Rcnebome  Jr.,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  R.  H.  Rencbome 
of  San  Francisco  and  San  Rafael- 
August  O  Miss  Louise  Burmister.  daughter  of  Mr 
and  Mrs,  Robert  B,  Burmister,  to  Jeffrey  Kendall 
Arinsby.  son  of  Mr  and  Mrs  James  K   Armsby  of  Ross 


ENGAGEMENTS 

SAVAGE-HALE  Miss  Helen  Savage,  daughter  of 
Mr.  and  Mrs  Otto  Savage  of  Denver,  Colorado,  to 
Marshal  Hale  Jr  .  son  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Marshal  Hale  of 
San  Francisco. 

ALLEN-BONNESTELL,  Miss  Jean  Christy  Allen, 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs  Sidney  DeWitt  Allen  of 
Alameda  to  John  Hamilton  Bonestell,  son  of  Mr  and 
Mrs  Horatio  Bonestell  of  Piedmont 

HOUGHTON-DAVIS.  Miss  Clarisse  Almcda  Hough- 
ton, daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Edward  Tomkins 
Houghton  of  Berkeley,  to  William  Rude  Davis,  son  of 
the  late  Mr.  and  Mrs    William  Rude  Davis  of  Oakland 


VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Mrs.  Emory  Sands  of  Washington.  D  C  was  the 
house  guest  of  Mrs  Dunn  Dutton  of  Burlingame  for  a 
fortnight,  later  visiting  Mrs.  Raymond  Welch,  who  is 
Mrs  Sands'  sister. 

Mrs.  Zell  Hart  Deming  of  Warren,  Ohio,  and  Mrs. 
J.  H.  Fitzgerald  of  Milwaukee,  honor  guests  at  a 
luncheon  given  in  Woodside  by  Mrs,  Samuel  Pond  The 
visitors  were  also  entertamed  by  Mrs  Chauncey  Board- 
man  and  Mrs,  Stewart  Elliott 

Miss  Lily  Polk  of  New  York,  honored  at  a  dinner- 
dance  given  by  Captain  and  Mrs,  Edward  McCauley  of 
Burlingame  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club;  a  debu- 
tante and  sub-debutante  affair.  Also.  Miss  Polk  shared 
honors  with  Miss  Manuelita  Boldt  of  Montecito  at  a 
dinner  given  by  Miss  Janet  McCook  Whitman  at  the 
home  of  her  godmother,  Mrs.  Robert  B,  Henderson,  in 
Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Scully  (Mary  Julia  Crocker)  and 
their  two  children,  of  Pittsburgh,  Pennsylvania,  house 
guests  of  Mrs.  Henry  J.  Crocker  at  the  latter's  summer 
home  at  Cloverdale, 

Mrs.  Arthur  Comstock  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Mabel 
Wilson,  and  Miss  Lavinia  Riker,  ail  of  New  York,  were 
guests  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club  during  July 
Miss  Alice  Helen  Eastland  of  Burlingame  entertained 
at  dinner  at  her  home  in  Burlingame  for  Miss  Riker 
and  Miss  Wilson. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  George  Baker  Robbins  of  Burlingame 
entertained  at  tea  in  honor  of  Signer  and  Signorina 
Bernardino  Molinari 

Mr.  and  Mrs  William  O'Molony  of  Geneva  were 
guests  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Charles  Oelrichs  Martin  in 
Menlo  Park  before  the  O'Molony's  return  to  Switzer- 
land. 

In  honor  of  Mrs.  George  Lufc  of  New  York,  Mrs, 
William  Cluff  of  Menlo  Park  entertained  at  a  luncheon 
Mrs  Luft  mado  her  home  at  the  Mark  Hopkins  during 
her  visit  in  this  city. 

Honoring  Manuel  Quezon,  president  of  the  Philippine 
Senate,  Senator  James  D  Phelan  entertained  at  dinner 
at  the  Pacific  Union  Club. 

Baroness  Jan  Carel  Van  Eck  of  New  York  was  guest 
of  honor  at  a  luncheon  given  by  Miss  Janet  Coleman. 


HERE  AND  THERE 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  W.  Crocker  celebrated  the 
fifth  anniversary  of  their  wedding  by  giving  a  dinner 
at  their  home  on  the  peninsula  on  June  2b. 

Albert  Coates.  the  English  conductor,  was  enter- 
tained by  the  English-Speaking  Union  during  his  visit 
in  San  Francisco.  William  H.  Crocker  gave  a  dinner  in 
Burlingame  in  honor  of  the  noted  musician. 

The  entertainment  committee  of  the  Burlingame 
Country  Club  gave  the  first  party  of  the  summer  season 
late  in  July,  the  occasion  being  a  dinner  dance.  The 
committee  comprises  the  Mesdames  George  Leib. 
Robert  Watt  Miller.  Archibald  Johnson.  John  Clark 
Burgard  and  Miss  Claudine  Spreckels. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Roger  Lapham  were  hosts  to  more  than 
200  of  their  friends  at  a  buffet  luncheon  given  before  the 
July  4th  Race  Meet  at  the  Menlo  Circus  Club 

A  no-host  party  was  arranged  at  the  Burlingame 
Country  Club  by  Mrs.  Austin  Moore  and  Mrs.  Philip 
Patchin,  The  quests  included  members  of  the  debutante 
group  and  those  of  the  older  married  set , 


Subscription  dances  for  the  younger  set  on  the  penin- 
sula have  been  arranged  by  Mrs  George  N  Armsby, 
Mrs  Lewis  Carpenter,  Mrs  R  Walker  Salisbury,  Mrs 
Thomas  B,  Eastland.  Mrs.  Orvillc  Pratt  and  Mrs 
Henry  W.  Poetl.  Each  of  the  dances  is  preceded  by  a 
number  of  dinner  parties  for  the  young  people. 

The  return  of  Mr,  and  Mrs  Warren  Spieker  from 
Eurcjpe  precipitated  many  pleasant  functions  in  town 
and  on  the  peninsula  Mr  and  Mrs  Latham  McMullin 
and  Mr  and  Mrs  John  S  Drum  were  among  those  who 
welcomed  the  Spiekers  on  their  return, 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Howard  Spreckels  gave  a  large  dinner 
dance  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club  in  honor  of  Mr 
Spreckels*  young  kinswoman,  Miss  Jean  Ferris 

The  San  Francisco  Branch  of  the  Junior  League  will 
hold  the  first  of  a  new  series  of  Fasfiion  Show  Teas  at 
the  Hotel  Mark  Hopkins  on  August  27  Mrs.  Ralston 
Page  is  arranging  the  tea. 


Empty  Housed 

By  Elizabeth  Leslie  Rods 

Enipcy  houses  arc  like  empty  hearts; 

When  love  is  gone,  a  vacant  room, 
But  a  cold  heart,  no  fire  darts 

To    warm    and    light     the    tw/ilighc 
gloom. 

One  day,  quite  suddenly  you'll  pass 
The  house  where  once  wc  lived,  and 
say 

'How  shabby  it  now  looks,  the  grass 
Needs  cutting,'  and  go  on  your  way. 


Mr  and  Mrs  Alfred  Whittell  entertained  at  a  large 
dinner  given  at  the  Menlo  Country  Club  in  honor  of 
Mr  and  Mrs  Earl  Oshorn  who  have  recently  returned 
from  their  honeymoon  abroad. 

Mrs  James  Athearn  Folger  gave  her  usual  elaborate 
and  enjoyable  party  at  her  Woodside  home  in  honor  of 
her  grandchildren  who  include  the  children  of  Mr  and 
Mrs  Joseph  A  Donohoc.  Mr  and  Mrs  Piatt  Kent  and 
Mr.  and  Mrs  J.  A  Folger  Jr  It  was  a  garden  party 
with  all  manner  of  entertainment  provided  for  the  host 
of  youngsters- 

Mr,  and  Mrs  Nion  Tucker  gave  an  attractive  dinner 
party  at  their  home  in  Burlingame  to  celebrate  the 
tenth  anniversary  of  their  wedding,  Mrs,  Tucker  was 
Miss  Phyllis  de  S'oung. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Charles  G  Norris  are  entertaining  con- 
stantly at  their  country  home  at  Saratoga  Their  niece, 
Mrs.  Gerald  Herrmann  has  been  passing  most  of  the 
summer  with  them 

The  greater  part  of  the  entertaining  done  during  the 
past  two  months  has  taken  place  at  the  vaious  Country 
Clubs  The  Menlo  Circus  precipitated  many  affairs  at 
the  Circus  Club  An  invitational  golf  tournament  at  the 
Menlo  Country  Club  was  the  occasion  for  many  dinner 
parties  and  no-host  dinners  have  been  taking  place 
every  week-end  at  the  Menlo  and  Burlingame  Clubs 
and  at  the  Marin  Country  Club. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Mis^  Janet  Whitman  of  New  York  and  Burlingame 
will  pass  Fiesta  Week  in  Santa  Barbara  with  Miss 
Manuelita  Boldt 

Mr.  and  Mrs  DeLancey  Lewis  spent  some  time  in 
Montecito  in  July 

Dr.  and  Mrs  Langley  Porter  have  been  passing  part 
of  the  summer  at  Monterey.  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Lewis  Smith 
of  London  were  their  guests  for  a  time, 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Ralph  Palmer  and  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
George  D  Roberts  are  among  the  members  of  the  Ross 
colony  who  have  been  summering  in  Santa  Barbara  and 
Los  Angeles. 

A  large  no-host  party  at  the  Montecito  Club  was 
attended  by  many  San  Franciscans  who  were  in  the 
vicinity  at  the  time.  Among  the  number  were  Mr  and 
Mrs  D  G  BromfteId,Dr  and  Mrs  Walter  Scott  Frank- 
lin, and  Mrs   Thomas  Joyce  (Mary  Martin). 

Mrs  Paul  Clagstone  has  taken  a  house  in  Santa 
Barbara  for  the  summer  Mr  and  Mrs  Oliver  Dibble 
have  also  taken  a  cottage  in  Santa  Barbara,  at  the  San 
Ysidro  Rancho. 


Miss  Josephine  (jrant  was  ai  ihe  Biltmor^;  in  l^)s 
Angeles  for  a  week  Miss  Oani  was  with  the  parly  that 
incluJeJ  the  Karl  of  Altamont,  the  Yion  Michael 
Knatchbull  and  Lady  I>)reen  Knatchbult 

Mr  and  Mrs,  Irving  Lundborg  and  Miss  Helen 
Lundborg  were  guests  at  the  Biltm:»re  in  Santa  Barbara 
for  a  week  during  July  Mr  and  Mrs  Maurice  Sullivan 
were  also  guests  at  the  Blltmore  for  a  weck. 

Thc  Baroness  J  C  Van  Eck,  the  former  Agnes  Till- 
man of  this  city  is  passing  the  summer  at  the  Tillman 
horn.:  at  Aptos  Baron  Van  Eck  will  join  his  family 
shortly  before  they  return  to  their  home  in  Greenwich. 
Connecticut 

Mr  Horace  Blanchard  C^ihase  and  Miss  Ysabel  Chase 
of  Palm  Beach  arc  summering  at  Pebble  Beach  Addison 
Misner  will  join  the  Chases  soon 

Mr  and  Mrs,  Henry  Foster  Dutton  were  among  the 
many  San  Franciscans  who  spent  weeks  at  Miramar 
during  the  summer  season  Also  at  Miramar  were  Mr. 
and  Mrs  F-rank  King  and  Mrs  William  S  Perkins  and 
her  grandchildren,  the  children  of  Mr  and  Mrs.  Alfred 
Oyster 

Mrs  Bernard  Ransome  and  her  daughter.  Miss 
Martha  Ransome  motored  to  Santa  Barbara  recently 
and  visited  Mrs   William  Bull  Pringle. 

Miss  Mariana  Casserly  and  Miss  Ines  Mejia  spent  a 
pleasant  week  with  Miss  Cecily  Casserly  at  the  latter's 
Montecito  home,  Mr  William  Kuhn  Jr.  and  Mr  Bruce 
Kelham  motored  down  later  and  attended  the  house 
party  that  Miss  Cecily  Casserly  gave  over  July  4th 

Mr  and  Mrs  Kirkwood  Donavin  are  at  the  present 
writing  in  Coronado  where  they  have  taken  a  house  for 
a  month. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  James  Jackman  spent  a  fortnight  at 
Hotel  del  Coronado. 

Mrs,  Frederick  B.  Kcllam  has  taken  a  house  in 
Mission  Canyon,  Santa  Barbara  for  the  summer. 

Among  those  attracted  to  Santa  Barbara  for  the  fiesta 
were  Mr  and  Mrs  George  Leib,  Mrs  Arthur  Comstock. 
Mr  and  Mrs  Nion  Tucker.  Mr  and  Mrs  Edmunds 
Lyman,  Mr  and  Mrs  Alfred  Swinerton.  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
John  Polhemus.  Mrs  Harold  Casey  and  Mr.  and  Mrs, 
William  F    Breeze, 

Mr  and  Mrs  Richard  Heimann  are  occupying  Wil- 
burn  Lodge  in  Santa  Barbara  for  the  summer.  They 
entertained  Mr  and  Mrs.  Nion  Tucker  during  the  week 
of  the  Fiesta. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  NEW  YORK 

En  route  home  from  Europe.  Mrs  Robert  Hays 
Smith  of  Burlingame  spent  several  days  at  Newport 

Mrs  James  K  Pryor.  who  is  visiting  in  New  York, 
was  the  complimented  guest  at  a  luncheon  given  at  the 
Park  Lane  by  Mrs.  E,  G.  Babcock. 

Mr  Raymond  Armsby  was  in  New  York  for  a  fort- 
night on  his  return  from  Europe  Mr.  Armsby  has  just 
completed  a  trip  around  the  world, 

Mr  and  Mrs  Eugene  Freeman  are  visiting  various 
points  of  interest  on  the  Atlantic  Coast   this  summer, 

Mr  and  Mrs  Cyril  McNear  (Elena  Folger)  are  in 
New  York  where  they  will  make  their  home  for  the 
present. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Walter  Scott  Hobart  will  leave  this 
month  for  New  York, 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Charles  Rodulph  were  in  Paris  when 
last  heard  from,  guests  of  Mrs.  William  Griffith  Hen- 
shaw 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Henry  Percival  Dodge  sailed  for  Den- 
mark at  mid-July  Mr  Dodge  is  the  American  Minister 
to  Copenhagen- 
Mr  and  Mrs  Georges  DeLatour  of  San  Francisco  and 
Burlingame  and  their  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Comte 
and  Comtesse  de  Pins,  attended  the  tea  given  by  Dr. 
and  Mrs  Mark  Gerstle  at  their  charming  apartment  in 
London. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Frank  Drumm,  who  are  honeymooning 
abroad,  were  among  those  who  attended  the  races  at 
Ascot 

Among  the  San  Franciscans  who  enjoyed  the  London 
midsummer  season  were  Mr.  and  Mrs  Gordon  Hitch- 
cock, George  Pope  Jr  ,  Mrs.  Percy  Morgan  and  Mr. 
Jack  Morgan. 

Mrs  Alexander  Hamilton  and  her  daughters,  during 
early  July,  were  visiting  in  Ireland,  They  purchased  a 
handsome  hunter  while  there. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Oyster  was  the  guest  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Alfred  Tubbs  in  Paris  recently. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Richard  McCreery  of  Burlingame  are 
now  occupying  their  villa  at  Lake  Como, 

Mrs  Duane  L  Bliss,  Miss  Ruth  Langdon  and  Miss 
Vere  de  Vere  Adams  are  taking  an  interesting  trip  this 
summer  through  Norway.  Sweden  and  Denmark.  They 
also  plan  to  visit  Russia  before  returning  to  this  country 
early  in  September. 

Mrs  William  B  Bourn  of  San  Mateo  is  in  Ireland, 
visiting  at  Muckross  Abbey,  the  home  of  Mrs  Bourn's 
daughter,  Mrs.  Arthur  Rose  Vincent, 

Mr  and  Mrs.  William  W.  Crocker  are  in  France  with 
Mr.  Crocker's  mother,  Mrs.  William  H.  Crocker. 


2b 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Tennis  Controversy 

TilJcn's  Suspension  and  Its  EflFect  Upon  the  Game 


IT  IS  probably  the  first  time  in  history 
that  diplomatic  relations  between 
two  countries  have  been  threatened 
because  ot  spores  and  it  all  came  about 
over  the  disbarment  ot  William  T.  Til- 
den  from  the  Da\'is  Cup  play  on  the 
CN'C  ot  the  final  ot  the  inter-:one,  with 
Italv  and  the  challenge  round  tor  the 
international  trophy  with  France. 

Tilden,  because  of  a  violation  ot  the 
plaver-writer  rule,  was  withdrawn  from 
the  Davis  Cup  team  representing  the 
United  States  in  which  he  was  captain 
and  leading  player.  The  United  States 
team  v\'on  the  American  Zone  of  the 
international  tournament  and,  in  body, 
embarked  tor  Europe  where  its  mem- 
bers played  through  the  Wimbledon  All- 
English  championships  preparatory  to 
the  mectuig  with  the  winner  ot  the 
European  rone,  and  then,  if  they  were 
successful,  to  meet  the  French  players  in 
the  challenge  round. 

Great  preparation  had  been  made  by 
Captain  Tildcn  tor  the  intcr-zonc  and 
challenge  round  matches,  but  he  became 
o\'er-~ealous  and  in  the  middle  ot  the 
Wimbledon  tournament  he  wrote  sev- 
eral syndicated  stories  commenting  on 
the  play  of  his  team  in  the  Wimbledon 
matches  and  the  probable  effect  such 
play  would  have  on  their  chances  ot 
regaining  the  Davis  Cup,  and  it  was 
right  there  that  Tilden  made  his  big 
slip 

The  Player-Writer  Rule  in  tennis  is 
about  as  senseless  as  our  prohibition  law 
and  just  about  as  big  a  joke  C^ne  has  to 
go  around  explaining  in  detail  just  what 
Tilden  did  that  he  has  not  always  been 
doing.  Tilden  has  been  writing  tennis, 
and  making  his  living  doing  so,  almost 
as  long  as  he  has  been  playing,  Helen 
Wills  writes  lengthy  syndicated  stories 
about  tennis  and  gets  paid  for  them; 
other  members  of  the  Davis  Cup  team 
write  tennis  stories  for  a  consideration, 
most  of  the  great  French  and  English 
players  do  likewise — so  why  make  Til- 
den the  goat  and  why  make  France 
suffer? 

The  Player- Writer  Rule,  over  which 
all  the  controversy  has  arisen,  was 
adopted  in  the  summer  of  1924  and 
went  into  effect  in  February,  1925.  It 
was  drawn  up  as  a  compromise  when 
Tilden,  who  admitted  he  was  making 
quite  a  bit  of  money  writing  tennis  and 
Vincent  Richards  who  also  was  under 
contract  to  write  a  certain  number  of 
tennis  stories  during  the  tennis  season, 
resigned  from  the  Davis  Cup  team 
when  told  they  should  choose  between 
playing  tennis  and  writing  it 


By  BLANCHE  A.  ASHBAUGH 

The  contention  ot  the  powers  that  be 
was  that  Tilden  and  Richards,  as  well  as 
others,  were  being  paid  for  the  drawing 
power  of  their  names  and  not  for  the 
value  of  their  writings. 

T       T       ▼ 

THREATENED  with  the  loss  ol  the 
Davis  Cup  by  the  withdrawal  ot 
Tilden  and  Richards,  a  committee  ot 
pros,  antis  and  neutrals  on  writing 
question  was  appointed  and  the  Player- 
Writer  Rule  was  the  result.  Tilden  and 
Richards  withdrew  theirresignationsand 
the  play  went  on. 

In  the  Player-Writer  Rule,  all  con- 
tracts then  standing  were  allowed  to  be 
completed,  but,  after  February,  1925, 
no  player  was  to  use  his  titles  or  state- 
ment of  his  reputation  won  on  the  tennis 
court  in  connection  with  his  writings. 

Nor  was  he  to  write  for  pay  or  for 
a  consideration  "current  newspaper 
articles  covering  a  tournament  in  which 
he  is  entered  as  a  competitor."  It  was 
the  violation  of  this  last  rule  that  caused 
Tilden's  suspension. 

Tilden  has  been  skating  on  thin  ice 
tor  some  tiiTie.  There  is  not  a  question 
but  that  he  makes  his  entire  living  off 
his  tennis.  He  does  nothing  but  play 
tennis,  and  though  his  books  and  tennis 
stories  are  very  much  worth  while  and 
instructive,  it  is  rather  doubtful  that 
they  would  have  the  same  cash  value 
were  they  written  by  any  one  not  so  con- 
tinuously in  the  public  eye. 

That  he  is  a  professional  at  heart  is 
the  claiin  of  Dr.  Sumner  Hardy,  presi- 
dent ot  the  Calitornia  Lawn  Tennis 
Association,  who  filed  the  tormal  pro- 
test that  caused  his  removal  from  the 
team,  and  as  such  does  more  harm  than 
good  to  the  game  of  tennis. 

Dr.  Hardy  filed  his  protest  when  the 
Wimbledon  article  appeared  and,  as  a 
member  of  the  National  Amateur 
Rules  Committee,  asked  that  Tilden  be 
"barred  from  future  Davis  Cup  play  and 
tournaments  in  this  country." 

A  hasty  meeting  of  the  available 
members  of  the  amateur  committee  was 
called  in  New  York  and  it  was  decided 
that  Tilden  had  at  last  technically  vio- 
lated the  Player- Writer  Rule  and  they 
voted  to  remove  him 


The  removal  came  at  a  rather  unfor- 
tunate time.  The  inter-sone  final  had  not 
been  played,  but  the  United  States  was 
sure  to  win,  and  France  had  gone  to 
great  expense  for  the  challenge  round. 

Rene  LaCoste,  France's  leading  player, 
had  clearly  demonstrated  his  superiority 
over  Tilden  by  twice  winning  our 
American  championship  and  the  tennis 
people  ot  France  wanted  to  see  the 
world's  two  greatest  players  meet  on 
French  territory  and  of  course  see  La- 
Coste again  prove  his  superiority. 

▼       T       ▼ 

WITHOUT  Tilden,  the  challenge 
round  would  be  a  failure.  The 
French  Tennis  Federation  stood  to  lose  a 
great  lot  of  money  and  was  getting  edgy 
about  it,  the  United  States  Consul  was 
appealed  to  and  so  Samuel  H  Collom, 
president  of  the  United  States  Lawn 
Tennis  Association,  using  his  power  of 
veto  reinstated  Tilden  that  he  might 
play  in  the  challenge  round 

However,  his  reinstatement  is  far 
troin  permanent  Dr.  Hardy  is  on  his 
way  east,  and  will  be  in  New  York  when 
the  Davis  Cup  team  and  its  officials 
return  from  Europe  and  promises  to 
fight  to  a  finish.  He  teels  that  the  Asso- 
ciation has  sacrificed  a  principle  tor  gate 
receipts. 

Maybe,  when  the  smoke  of  battle  has 
cleared  away,  the  game  of  tennis  will  be 
back  where  it  started — strictly  amateur, 
at  least  there  will  be  an  understanding. 

The  tennis  situation,  as  it  now  stands, 
certainly  needs  a  lot  of  clearing  Some 
method  of  training  and  developing 
promising  players  will  have  to  be  de- 
vised so  that  they  will  not  have  to  resort 
to  technicalities  to  play  tennis  and  still 
stay  on  the  sate  side,  or  so  that  they  can 
work  at  their  gaines  and  at  something 
else,  too  and  do,  justice  to  both. 

Any  game  that  is  big  enough  for 
thirty-three  nations,  and  that  is  just 
what  the  Davis  Cup  draw  included  this 
year,  to  send  players  halfway  around  the 
world  to  compete  for  a  silver  bowl,  the 
intrinsic  value  of  which  is  small  com- 
pared with  cost  of  the  competition  and 
which  threatens  diplomatic  relations 
when  things  go  wrong  should  have  iron 
clad  rules  that  no  one  would  dare  vio- 
late or  question,  and  its  play  and  players 
should  be  above  reproach. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

TILDEN  came  in  for  censure  when  he 
recruited    his    Davis    Cup    team. 
|"|j   Leading  young  players  were  requested 
I   by  him  to  report  at  Augusta,  Georgia, 
UM  Continued  on  page  33 


AUGUST,  1928 


17 


Financial  Flickerings 

A  Resume  of  Conditions  of  Interest  to  the  Investor 


THE  LOCAL  MARKET 

THE  San  Francisco  market  has 
shown  some  signs  of  shaking  ofF 
the  lethargy  into  which  it  sunk 
atter  those  hectic  days  in  June,  The 
volume  ot  trading  is  still  light  but,  one 
by  one,  various  stocks  are  coming  out  of 
their  twilight  sleep,  if  not  into  the  lime- 
light, at  least  into  a  benevolent  sun- 
shine. Sentiment,  though  still  tempered 
with  caution,  is  slowly  improving,  and 
there  has  been  a  better  demand  for 
stocks  like  Paraffine,  Caterpillar,  Byron 
Jackson,  Atlas  Diesel,  Calitornia  Ink, 
Illinois  Pacific  Glass,  National  Auto- 
mative  Fibre,  and  Kolster.  What  the 
market  is  going  to  do  today,  tomorrow, 
the  next  day,  and  even  the  day  after 
that  is  anybody's  guess.  But  one  thing 
is  certain,  in  a  growing  country  like  this, 
sound  common  stocks  may  always  he 
bought  for  profitable  investment.  It  is  a 
moral  certainty  that  the  investor  who 
buys  sound  local  common  stocks  like 
Caterpillar,  Paraffine,  Pacific  Lighting, 
Union  Oil,  and  Standard  Oil  of  Cali- 
fornia has  only  to  hold  on  and  sit  tight 
to  rdll  up  eventually  a  handsome  profit 
and  obtain  a  generous  return  on  his 
investment. 


RICHFIELD 

Richfield's    statement    for    the    six 
^  months    ended    June    30,    makes 
rather   cheerful    reading    for    its    stock- 
holders. That  considerable  improveinent 
[  has  taken   place  in  the  oil   industry   is 
"evidenced    by    the    fact    that    final    net 
J  for   the   first   six   months   of  this   year 
totalled     $3,210,683     against     net    of 
$1,483,547  for  the  same  period  of  last 
;year.    President    Talbot    in    submitting 
I  the  report  states,  "We  believe  the  past 
'six  months  to  be  the  greatest  period  of 
forward  development  in  the  history  of 
ryour  company."   It  remains  to  be  seen 
[whether  the   full   developments  of  the 
past  few  months  will  bear  fruit  during 
;the  remainder  ot  the  year.  Net  earnings 
for  the  first  six  months,  previously  re- 
ferred to,  were  equal  to  $2.28  per  share 
on   the   average    amount   of  common 
stock    outstanding,    roughly    indicating 
net  for  the  year  of  $4.56.  In  view  of  the 
company's  energetic  development  work 
;and  prospects  for  further  moderate  im- 
(provement  in  the  oil  industry,  it  would 
not  be  surprising  if  the  final  showing  for 
the  year  exceeded  this  latter  figure  by  a 
[jvery  comfortable  margin. 


By  EDWARD  A.  BLACK 

KOLSTER 

Kolster's  statement  covering  oper- 
ations for  the  four  months  ended 
April  30th  coming  out  as  it  did  the  same 
day  that  the  stock  inade  its  initial  bow 
on  the  New  York  Stock  E.xchange,  was 
from  a  reader's  standpoint  published  at 
rather  an  inappropriate  time.  After 
opening  up  on  the  Big  Board  at  57/^  the 
stock  was  hammered  down  to  54  .Vg 
finally  closing  for  a  net  loss  of  2^ 
points.  The  following  day  was  worse, 
the  stock  selling  down  to  a  low  of  51^4. 
Despite  the,  in  some  respects,  disap- 
pointing nature  of  the  report  which 
showed  a  net  operating  loss  for  the 
period  of  $243,727,  it  requires  no  great 
perspicacity  to  find  grounds  for  optim- 
ism where  the  future  is  concerned.  In  the 
first  place,  the  deficit  part  of  the  state- 
ment is  "water  under  the  bridge"  and 
quite  clearly  has  no  bearing  on  what 
showing  the  company  will  make  during 
the  remaining  eight  months  of  the  year. 
In  the  second  place,  the  bulk  of  sales  and 
profits  come  during  the  third  and  fourth 
quarters,  bookings  100%  greater  than 
at  this  time  last  year.  The  earnings  out- 
look for  the  rest  of  the  year  hardly  con- 
tains much  food  tor  pessimism.  To 
quote  Sutro  &  Co;  "As  net  income  was 
$715,863  last  year  and  as  loss  for  first 
tour  months  was  $22,500  less  than  for 
the  same  1927  period,  while  bookings 
for  last  half  are  twice  those  of  similar 
1927  period,  it  is  logical  to  suppose 
that  net  income  for  1928  will  be  more 
than  double  1927,  or  appro.ximately 
$1,500,000." 


FORD 

REPORTS  from  Detroit  state  that  to 
^  date  the  Ford  Motor  Car  Co.  has 
shipped  approximately  200,000  of  the 
new  model  A  Cars  and  trucks,  and  that 
within  the  next  few  weeks  a  quarter  ot 
a  million  of  the  new  cars  will  be  on  the 
road.  Orders  on  hand  total  800,000  and 
there  is  naturally  some  lack  of  under- 
standing on  the  part  of  the  public  as  to 
why  Ford  production  now  averaging 
around  3,000  cars  daily  cannot  be 
stepped  up  to  the  old  production  rate  ot 
7,000-8,000  cars  daily.  The  answer, 
apparently,  is  that  since  the  new  models 
were  first  otfered  to  the  public  some 
months  ago,  the  need  for  further  mechan- 
ical refinements  has  developed.  Ford's 
time  and  energy  have  been  concentrated 
more  on  perfecting  the  new  model  than 
on  attaining  volume  production,  but  by 
September  it  is  believed  that  the  com- 
pany will  be  ready  to  "go  after"  pro- 


duction, and  Ford  executives  believe 
that  during  1929,  volume  will  exceed 
comfortably  the  old  Ford  record  of  over 
8,000  completed  cars  in  one  day. 


A 


GENERAL  MOTORS 

RECENT  Dow  Jones  dispatch  la- 
conically announces  that  General 
Motors  earned  $161,267,974  for  the  six 
months  ended  June  20,  against  $129,- 
250,207  for  the  same  period  of  1927. 
What  the  next  six  months  will  show  is 
anybody's  guess,  but  it  is  a  fairly  safe  bet 
that  with  their  genius  for  organization 
and  correctly  guaging  the  likes  and  dis- 
likes of  a  critical  public,  the  General 
Motors  management  will  be  able  to 
more  than  hold  their  own  despite  the 
even  increasing  competition  in  the  auto- 
mobile industry.  Unless  the  unexpected 
happens  General  Motors  should  earn  at 
least  $18  a  share  in  192S,  and  with  its 
fine  record  of  constantly  increasing 
earnings,  and  its  impregnable  financial 
position,  nobody  can  say  that  it  is  over- 
valued below  200.  Broadly  speaking,  it 
is  a  poor  policy  to  call  stocks  on  rising 
earnings,  and  nothing  has  yet  occurred 
to  suggest  that  the  earnings  of  this  giant 
corporation  have  reached  a  peak. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

TALKING  MOVIES 

After  years  of  costly  development, 
y\_  talking  motion  pictures  have 
finally  taken  the  film  industry  by  storm, 
and  are  expected  to  be  the  outstanding 
development  in  the  amusement  field 
this  coming  season.  Some  four  hundred 
theatres  have  already  been  equipped 
with  sound  reproducing  apparatus,  and 
it  is  understood  that  nearly  one  thousand 
will  be  similarly  equipped  by  the  end 
of  the  year.  American  Tel  &  Tel  , 
Western  Electric,  Warner  Brothers,  and 
Radio  Corporation  of  America  will  be 
the  companies  in  a  position  to  benefit 
most  from  the  popularity  of  sound  films 
as,  directly  and  indirectly,  these  four 
companies  own  the  basic  patents  of  the 
talking  movie  systems  that  so  far  have 
been  perfected.  The  possibilities  ot 
future  profit  are  undoubtedly  tremen- 
dous, and  it  may  well  be  that  the  stocks 
of  companies  connected  with  this  indus- 
try are  in  much  the  same  position  as 
were  the  aeroplane  stocks  a  year  or  so 
ago. 

T       T       ▼ 

ATLAS 

WHEN  Atlas  first  came  out  at  $31 
per  share,  traders  showed  little 
interest  in  it.  Now  the  stock  is  selling 
in  the  high  70's. 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


(xJ\\zrz  lemons 
are  scorned  for 
limes,  where 
ainaer  o;rows 

Jy  Imported 
UUMML 

is  bottled 

In  Manila,  that  land  of 
tropic  thirsts  and  connois- 
seurs, they  mix  with  limes 
of  course.  Tree-ripened 
limes!  And  their  ginger 
ale  is  one  that's  brewed 
from  hesh  Umes  and  the 
juices  of  fresh  cut  ginger! 
These  flavors  smoothly 
blended  in  the  water  from 
Isuan  Mineral  Springs! 
It's  Isuan  Dry  Ginger  Ale. 
The  very  "E-Swan"  you 
hear  ordered  everywhere 
these  days. 

•:•  •:•  •:• 

Ask  for  Isuan  tonight 
where  you  dine.  Or  get  it 
from  a  nearby  store.  Isuan 
— from  the  Philippines. 

•>  ■>  ■> 

ISUAN THF.  SIMRIT  Ol   JIIV 


Sail  On!  Sail  On!  Sail  On! 


Continued  from  page  10 


IMPORTED 


Isuan  Dry  Ginger  Ale 

In  Manila  they  say 
"E-SWAN" 


wife,"  her  grammar  pardoned  in  view 
of"  the  spcecacular  nature  ol  the  declara- 
tion So  the  choir  sings  something  called 
"Silcnc  Sea." 

It  is  now  S;20  P.M.  The  show  started 
at  7  :30,  and  still  the  biggest  act  has  not 
yet  been  put  on.  Aimee  arises,  blonde, 
robust,  magnetic,  and  makes  the  an- 
nouncements. Among  other  bits  ol 
church  news  she  tells  them  that  she  is 
going  away  for  a  ten-day  evangelistic 
campaign  up  in  heathenish  Oregon  And 
that  her  work  in  Canada  was  not  un- 
truittul. 

"How  many  have  enjoyed  the  musi- 
cal service  tonight?"  asks  Aimec  naively. 
"Raise  your  hands  "  The  audience  be- 
comes a  birch-tree  forest  of  hands. 

"How  many  want  the  program  to  go 
on?"  probes  Aimee.  The  hands  remain 
raised. 

"All  right,"  Aimee  chortles,  triumph- 
antly. "Put  your  hands  right  down  in 
your  pockets  and  give!"  The  audience 
chuckles,  puts  its  hands  in  its  pockets 
while  Aimee  huskily  beseeches  Heaven 
to  bless  the  gift  and  the  giver.  Amen. 

While  they  are  giving,  to  the  encour- 
aging strains  of  the  orchestra,  one  of 
Aimee's  girl  friends  comes  from  out 
back-stage  and  adjusts  Aimee's  white 
collar  with  a  couple  of  pins,  in  prepara- 
ticin  for  the  sermon  which  is  to  come 
immediately.  A  little  homey  touch. 


A  ND  now  for  the  illustrated  sermon, 
jLiL.  and  the  eloquence  for  which  Aimee 
is  famed. 

"When  my  ship  comes  in!  When  my 
ship  comes  in!"  tremuloes  Aimee.  "What 
dreams,  what  desires,  what  sometimes 
fruitless  ambitions  have  been  expressed 
in  these  simple  words.  The  artist,  in  his 
garret,  painting  away  on  picture  after 
picture — in  his  heart  he  is  saying,  'Just 
you  wait — wait,  till  my  ship  comes  in 
I'll  show  them.'  The  writer,  sending  out 
manuscripts  by  the  dozens.  'Just  you 
wait,'  he  says,  'till  my  ship  comes  in  ' 
The  little  mother,  with  all  her  little  ships 
around,  says  it  too.  The  inventors,  the 
actress  out  there  in  Hollywood,  the  busi- 
ness man,  all,  all  who  have  hopes  and 
dreams  and  ambitions  are  saying  over 
and  over  again — 'Just  you  wait.  Wait 
till  my  ships  comes  in.'  I  think,  my 
friends,  that  the  reason  why  so  many 
ships  never  come  in  is  because  they  are 
never  launched." 

The  five  thousand  nod  their  heads 
approvingly. 

"Ah,  I  hope  so  many  ships  will  be 
launched  tonight  to  sail  life's  sea  glori- 
ously and  arrive  safely  in  the  harbor  of 
Jesus  Christ,  Amen." 

Chorus  of  "Aaaaaaaaa-men!" 


"There  are  only  two  ports,  my  friends 
One  is  Heaven  and  peace  and  happiness  • 
forever.  The  other  is  Hell  and  ruin. 
Some  are  sailing  home  to  a  safe  harbor 
beyond  the  skies.  The  others  are  drip- 
ping, dripping  over  life's  sea.  Look!" 

She  points  to  the  screen  behind  her,  on 
which  is  painted  a  choppy  ocean.  A  spot- 
light is  cast  on  one  side.  "See,  here  comes 
a  ship  bobbing  over  life's  sea!"  The 
audience  follows  her  pointed  finger  and 
sure  enough,  here  comes  a  cardboard 
boat,  propelled  by  an  unseen  hand  behind 
the  scene. 

"Ship  ahoy!"  yells  Aimee,  with  her  i 
hands  cupped  about  her  mouth.  "Ship 
ahoy,  little  boat.  Whither  are  you  going, 
with  your  gaily  painted  sails?  See,  my 
friends,  the  gay  colors  on  this  little  boat. 
See  the  peacock  painted  on  the  sail,  the : 
peacock,   symbol   of  pride  and  vanity. 
See  also  the  playing  cards,  the  wine-cup 
painted  on  the  sail.  In  this  boat  are  those  : 
of  the  racy  class.  They're  out  at  Long 
Beach  tonight,   in   Venice,   out  on  joy 
rides  tonight.    This   is   the  ship   called 
Pleasure  I  See  how  gaily  it  sails !  Its  motto 
is  'eat,  drink  and  be  merry,  for  tomorrow 
we  die'." 

Aimee's  audience,  especially  the  farm 
ers,  guffaw,  completely  off  the  track  of 
the  little  boat  called  Pleasure,  but  Aimee 
rounds  up  their  attention  again  by  the 
simple  expedient  of  pointing  to  the  boat 
behind  her,  now  more  than  halt  way  [ 
across  life's  ocean. 

"What  port  is  it  headed  for!"  exclaims 
Aimee  scornfully.  (Remember,  there  are 
only  two.)  See,  it  is  nearing  the  edge  of  a 
waterfall.  Nearer  it  goes  to  destruction. 
Nearer.  Nearer  to  destruction.  It's  on  the 
edge.  (Water  is  heard  falling,  off-stage.) 
It  is  going  to  ruin!"  Bang!  The  drums 
crash  thunderously.  The  lights  go  out. 
Sound  of  water  and  splintering  wood  is 
heard.  Smash!  Children  wake  up  at  the 
noise.  Even  the  youngest  can  see  what's 
happened.  The  little  boat  called  Pleasure 
went  straight  to  hell !  What  drama !  What 
stirring  words !  What  a  lesson — especially 
tor  the  young  people! 

The  lights  are  turned  on,  and  the  spot- 
light returns  to  pick  out  the  ne.xt  ship  of 
Aimee's  imagination. 

"Ah,   my  friend,  take  on   board  the 
Real  Pilot.  See,  here  comes  the  ship  Paul 
sailed  on,  laden  with  the  good  things  of  i 
life.  Ship  ahoy !"  She  cups  her  hands  about  i 
her  mouth.   "Ship  ahoy,   proud  vessel. 
What  is  thy  name?" 

"I  am  the  Good  Ship  Four  Square," 
Aimee  answers  her  own  question. 

"What  cargo  do  you  carry?" 

"I  bear  wheat  for  the  granary  of  the 
Master.  I  bear  a  cup  of  cold  water,  typi- 
fying Service.  I  bear  a  cross  which  I  will 
exchange  for  a  crown.  Ah,  my  friends, 


AUGUST,  1928 


29 


tlmnk  God  I'm  sailing  on  that  ship!" 

"Aaaaaaaaa-men!"  says  a  man  in  die 
(rone  row  tcrvcntly. 

"Sec,  sec  the  dove  on  the  sail,  typify- 
ing the  baptism !" 

"Aaaaaaaa-men!"     exclaim    a    few 


Do  YOU  believe?"  Aimee  turns  upon 
the  audience  tensely,  almost  sav- 
agely. She  hasn't  made  any  specifications 
in  her  question,  but  a  thousand  voices 
reassure  her  that  they're  with  her  in 
everything. 

"Bullets,"  says  Aimee,  "have  scarred 
the  Four  Square  Gospel  ship,  bullets 
aimed  by  my  enemies,  but  it  has  gone 
right  on,  heading  for  its  eternal  harbor. 
Look!  It's  going  home.  It's  taking  the 
proper  turning!  It's  heading  for  the 
cross!  Oh,  how  about  your  ship,  my 
friends.  I  wonder  if  your  ship  will  go 
into  the  harbor  of  peace?  Those  who  are 
on  the  ship  ot  Jesus,  say  'A-men'." 
"Aaaaaaaaaa-men !" 
"With  Jesus  at  the  helm  and  faith  at 
the  rudder,  you  cannot  go  on  the  rocks. 
See!  The  ship  is  turning  in!  There  it 
goes!  Safe!  Sate  into  the  arms  of  Jesus!" 
And  the  Four  Square  Gospel  ship  turns 
into  a  brightly-lighted  harbor  to  the  tune 
of  muted  violins  and  the  xylophone. 

"Oh,  it's  glorious.  Comrades,  is  He 
yours?  Have  you  taken  Him  aboard?  If 
not,  tonight's  the  night."  The  audience 
breathes  its  admiration  of  the  McPher- 
son  metaphor.  Now  would  be  a  good 
time  to  quit  and  haul  aboard  the  floun- 
dering sinners,  but  no,  Aimee  is  to 
launch  a  thousand  ships,  more  or  less, 
before  the  evening's  over. 

There  is  the  ship  of  the  tight-fisted 
business-man  which  Aimee  states  is  steer- 
ing down  Broadway  and  Spring  Street, 
:  curiously  enough,  with  a  dollar  sign  on 
]  its  sail,  so  laden  down  with  gold  that  it 
I  has  no  room  for  good  thoughts.  Crash, 
;  bang,  and  he's  sunk,  money  and  all. 
j  Then  there  is  the  puny  little  row-boat 
I  of  the  mere  church  member,  satisfied  to 
:  sail  along  without  working  for  Jesus, 
I  without  winning  any  souls,  without 
I  giving  any  testimony,  rowing  away  for 

■  dear  life,  content  to  go  alone,  without 
I  any  other  souls  aboard,  no  trophies  what- 
i  soever.  Well,  the  row-boat  just  about 
i  made  it,  friends,  but  that's  all.  No  toot- 
>  ing  of  horns  when  he  made  his  landing, 
]  no  sirree ! 

I  Next  there  comes,  with  doubts  and 
!  questioning,  the  Sinner  Ship,  on  one  of 

■  its  sails  a  monkey.  The  audience  laughs 
derisively  as  Aimee  makes  this  scientific 
allusion. 

"Here,  on  another  sail  of  the  Sinner 
Ship,  is  a  pair  of  scissors,  cutting  out  the 
virgin  birth,"  says  Aimee.  This  opera- 
tion sounds  a  bit  gory  to  us,  but  it's 
some  kind  of  a  dig  at  the  godless  fellows, 
that's  plain.  And  there's  not  a  bit  of 
doubt  when  the  Sinner  Ship  shoots  the 


waterfall  that  it  got  just  what  was  com- 
ing to  it. 

▼       T       T 

NOW,  while  all  heads  are  bowed 
and  eyes  closed  tightly,  I  want 
you  to  tell  me  which  ship  you  want  to 
sail  on  through  lite.  Who  wants  to  sail 
with  Jesus?  Who  wants  to  sail  on  the 
Four  Square  Gospel  ship — with  me?  1 
am  going  to  ask  you  to  raise  your  hands 
high,  while  every  eye  is  closed,  and  show 
me  if  you  want  to  embark  on  this  glor- 
ious ship."  She  claps  her  hands  suddenly. 
There  is  a  breathless  hush,  then  heavy 
breathing.  "Raise  your  hands  high. 
That's  right,  God  bless  you  One,  two, 
three,  four,  five,  six,  seven.  There  are  so 
many — so  very  many,  that  I  shall  have 
to  count  in  sections,  my  friends.  All 
those  on  my  left  who  wish  to  sail  with 
me,  raise  your  hands.  That's  fine.  One, 
two,  three,  four,  five,  si.x,  seven,  eight, 
nine,  ten  —  Amen,  Amen,  Amen  — 
twenty,  twenty-one,  twenty-two,  God 
bless  you,  and  you,  twenty-five,  twenty- 
six — 

We  sneak  a  peep  and  see  four  trem- 
bling hands  in  that  vast  temple.  It 
doesn't  check  up  with  Aimee's  count, 
but  there  is  no  one  to  call  her  on  it,  as 
every  eye  is  closed,  every  head  bowed — 
and  who  are  we?  Anyway  she  is  speeding 
to  the  center  section  with  the  frenzied 
invitation. 

"Raise  your  hands  high,  high  up  in 
the  air,"  Aimee  exhorts.  "Now!  One, 
two,  three,  four,  five,  six.  God  bless  you, 
and  you,  and  you,  ten,  eleven,  twelve. 
Amen,  Amen.  Another.  Eighteen,  nine- 
teen— " 

Again  we  gaze.  Of  approximately  six 
hundred  in  the  center  section,  six  have 
raised  timid  hands. 

"Now  on  my  right,"  exults  Aimee, 
huskily.  "Oh,  my  friends,  if  you  only 
knew  how  happy  this  makes  me.  I'm 
sure  Jesus  is  smiling  with  joy.  Now! 
Raise  your  hands.  Every  head  is  bowed, 
every  eye  closed  in  reverence. 

The  actual  count  on  this  side  is  eight 
or  ten  Aimee's  is  appro.ximately  thirty. 
Her  count  reminds  me  of  my  golf  score. 
I  keep  two — one  for  the  whitfs. 

Then  the  balconies  get  their  chance. 

"Oh,  my  friends,  it's  glorious,  glori- 
ous," she  sings,  in  between  balconies.  "I 
love  the  way  the  hands  are  going  up 
tonight,  so  high  and  straight,  as  if  you 
were  so  proud  to  be  with  Jesus.  Oh,  my 
friends,  my  friends.  Twenty-eight, 
twenty-nine.  Everybody  stand!" 

Immediately,  several  hundred  obey 
the  command. 

'  'Everybody  who  raised  his  hand,  stand 
up,"  amends  Aimee — which  causes  sev- 
eral score  to  sit  down.  That  was  a  low 
trick  on  Aimee's  part;  a  few  resent  it. 
They  aren't  quite  ready  to  take  the 
supreme  step.  But  a  great  many  more 
remain  standing  than  had  previously 
raised  their  hands.  Of  course,  eight  hun- 


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drcd  of  them  arc  the  trained  students  of 
Aimee,  most  of  whom  embrace  a  weep- 
ing convert. 

"Those  who  want  to  sail  with  Jesus, 
stand  up!  Board  the  ship  tonight,"  per- 
sists Aimee.  Several  dozen  more  gather 
courage,  and  arise  while  Aimee  in  a 
frenzy  of  excitement  shouts, 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

PRAisi  God!  Hallelujah!  Come  to 
the  altar  and  pray  with  me  Come 
down  the  aisles.  Oh,  dear  friends  in 
radio-land  (to  the  mike)  they're  throng- 
ing down  the  aisles,  running  to  the  feet 
of  Jesus  Come!  Come!  Come!"  The 
students  put  their  arms  about  the  neo- 
phytes and  gently  lead  them  down  the 
aisles  to  the  altar  of  Aimee 

"They  are  coming — coming  by  the 
hundreds,  crowding  the  aisles,"  Aimee's 
voice  breaks,  exults,  falls  to  a  whisper, 
rejoices  again.  The  mob  is  as  one,  and 
spurred  by  the  information  that  hundreds 
are  coming — hundreds  do  come.  There 
are  sobs  all  over  the  house,  Amens,  and 
indistinct  murmurs — and  always  Aimee's 
husky  voice  hypnotizing,  urging,  pulling 
them  towards  her. 

"Kneel !"  she  commands  them,  "kneel 
and  we  will  pray  together."  They  kneel. 

"Repeat  after  me."  She  throws  back 
her  head  and  prays  in  phrases  which  are 
chokingly  repeated  by  the  penitents, 

"Oh,  Lord,  the  great  Captain  .  .  . 
1  freely  confess  my  sins  to  thee  .  .  I 
repent  of  my  sins  and  renounce  them 
.  .  .  And  oh,  dear  Lord  ...  I  am 
happy  tonight  to  embark  with  Thee  .  .  . 
Guide  me  safely  into  thy  harbor  .  .  . 
Deliver  me  from  the  rocks  .  .  .  For 
Jesus'  sake.  Amen.    .   .    ." 

And  great  this  night  is  Aimee's 
renown  tnroughout  America,  for  before 
she  dictates  this  closing  prayer,  she  has 
quickly  adjusted  her  greatest  advertising 
medium,  the  McPherson  mike. 

▼        T        ▼ 

Tully  vs.  Sinclair 

Continued  from  page  18 

And  again,  if  he  takes  up  the  challenge 
and  gives  Sinclair  mud  pie  for  mud  pie, 
insult  for  insult,  bash  tor  bash,  he  may 
live  as  a  master  oi  repartee,  or  as  the 
scoundrel  who  had  the  impudence  to 
deny   his  benefactor. 

It  is  largely  the  idea  that  Tully  is  an 
ex-scamp  which  wins  him  popularity 
and  should  he  prove  an  ingracious  churl, 
how  long  may  live  his  name  !  For  it  will 
not  change  from  other  days.  The  wicked 
history  of  Villon  lends  sap  to  his  verses. 
It  is  a  happy  moment.  Heaving  muck 
at  one  another,  they  may  yet  incite  a 
holocaust  among  American  authors — 
There  is  more  than  a  bare  possibility  that 
the  Sinclair-Tully  fracas  will  touch  off 
an  era  which  will  be  known  as  The  Age 
of  Vituperations.  And  if  that  era  is  dawn- 
ing, then  lovely  letters  are  returning. 


AUGUST,  1928 


31 


So  This  is^Lovc 

(lonlinued  from  page  22 

He:  No,  honest. 

She:  You're  drinking  to  torgct  her. 

He:  I  swear  not. 

She:  You  may  kiss  me,  Michael. 

He:  I?   Is  it  right? 

(They  cling  together.  He  discovers  a 
fresh  mouth  willing  to  be  devoured,  a 
little  trembling,  siuift  white  hand 
pressing  his  shining  hair.  They  sigh 
and  utter  incomprehensible  words.) 

She  :  Do  you  beUeve  in  love  at  first 
sight,  Michael? 

He  :  Yes,  my  love. 

She  :  Michael,  is  it  right  for  us  to  despoil 
our  love  with  drink? 

He  :  No,  love.  Not  this  once.  The  bottle 
helped  us  to  realize.  Let  us  not  revile 
it.  Just  one  more?  Yes?  (They  drink)- 
I  love  you,  love. 

She  :  Love  is  a  very  old  word,  but  1 
love  it. 

He:  Love  is  the  only  word  for  love, 
love. 

She:  Michael,  we're  being  immoral, 
and  not  at  all  business-like.  She  will 
be  here  any  minute.  {He  almost  car- 
ries her  into  the  other  room.)  Michael, 
she'll  be  here  any  minute!  Stop, 
Michael ! 


Tin  Types 

Continued  from  page  20 

ideas  had  merit.  As  fame  goes,  Lotta 
Crabtree  knew  it  for  many  years.  Upon 
her  death  but  a  few  years  ago  she  left  a 
fortune  of  $7,000,000.  She  bestowed 
upon  the  city  of  her  early  triumphs  a 
memorial  fountain,  still  standing  at 
Market  and  Kearney  Streets.  In  1915, 
after  an  absence  of  decades,  she  returned 
to  San  Francisco.  She  was  an  old,  feeble 
woman  but  the  city  retained  gracious 
and  pleasant  memories  of  former  days. 

T       T       T 

CONSIDERING  the  Career  of  Lola 
Montez,  teacher  of  Lotta  Crabtree, 
we  are  struck  with  the  fact  that  the 
desire  for  gain  makes  strange  bedfellows. 
To  the  starched  and  upright  Mrs.  Crab- 
tree Lola  was  doubtless  a  wicked  person, 
indeed  La  Montez  of  Spanish  and  Irish 
parentage  had  attained  purple  notoriety 
in  every  European  capital  before  coming 
to  America.  She  had  early  espoused  an 
English  lord,  gaining  thereby  the  title, 
Lady  Landsfield  and  a  neat  fortune.  Her 
dancing  was  realistic;  her  beauty  ravish- 
ing and  devastating.  She  had  been  the 
open  consort  of  Balzac,  Dumas  and 
Louis  of  Bavaria. 

As  the  favorite  of  Louis  she  was  per- 
mitted to  wear  the  crown  jewels  and 
their  affair  was  one  of  the  moving  causes 
of  a  revolution.  Louis'  ministers  ordered 
her  to  leave  the  country  and  demanded 
the  crown  jewels.  Lola  supposedly 
yielded  them  up  and  departed  forthwith 


v.    RAPHAEL  WEILL  8  COMPANY/  r. 

\  No\V  \i  Can  B^  T 


To  be  or  not  to  be 
modernistic  is  the 
burning  question 
now  under  con- 
sideration by  con- 
scientious mod- 
erns. In  a  world 
that  has  suddenly 
re-arranged  (or  disarranged)  its  perspec- 
tive and  fallen  into  an  apparently  mean- 
ingless jumble  ot  angles  and  slanting 
geometries,  it  may  sometimes  seem 
easier  to  accept  without  further  parley 
rather  than  struggle  to  find  a  way  out. 
But  what  is  one  accepting? 

When  one  considers  that  this  seeming 
chaos  has  been  brewing  since  1913  in 
this  country  alone  and  that  it  passed  all 
through  civilized  Europe  before  reaching 
the  United  States,  one  realizes  the  mag- 
nitude of  the  movement  and  the  back- 
ground that  it  has  accumulated  in  its 
lengthy  travels  .  .  that  out  ot  this 
seething  maelstrom  of  ideas  there  is  a 
great  deal  ot  good,  if  one  could  find  it. 

And  that  is  exactly  what  White  House 
specialists  in  decorative  furnishings  and 
modern  costumes  have  set  themselves  to 
do  with  results  that  appease  and  charm 
the  most  conservative  tastes. 

Those  whose  pride 
of  generation 
prompts  them  to 
give  the  creations 
of  their  age  a  fair 
trial  have  never- 
theless approached 
this  newest  phase 
with  some  misgiving,  due  entirely  to  the 
exploitation  of  certain  products  of  the 
faddist  schools. 

But  trust  these  practical  United  States  to 
pick  the  wheat  from  the  chaff  .  .  to 
raise  the  unpromising  infant  and  way- 


ward child  in  wholesome  American 
fashion  to  well  formed  maturity 
Though  modernism  has  not  yet  reached 
the  zenith  of  its  possibilities. 

And  that  is  half  the  thrill  of  it  to  a  race 
that  thrives  on  sturdy  memories  of  a 
pioneering  past.  We  who  cherish  a 
vision  of  the  magnificent  proportions  of 
this  period  .  .  its  overwhelming  tor- 
rent of  fierce  beauty  masterfully  con- 
trolled in  soaring  towers  of  concrete  .  . 
in  chaste  outlines  of  steel  .  .  we  who 
have  a  prophetic  faith  in  this  era  have 
also  the  courage  to  wear  its  colors. 

And  unconsciously,  everyday,  more  than 
we  realize,  we  flaunt  the  symbols  of  our 
generation  in  the  most  prosaic  necessities 
of  our  attire,  and  more  and  more  in  the 
appointments  of  our  efficient  dwelling 
places. 

Consider  the  scarfs 
that  are  an  invari- 
able part  of  each 
day's  costume  .  . 
what  more  modern 
than  the  expressive 
colors  and  unique 
designs?  What  more 
definitely  linked  with  today  than  the  be- 
comingly slanted  necklines  .  .  the  ani- 
mated irregularity  of  hems  .  .  the  pleas- 
ing and  rational  simplicity  of  geometric 
trimming  on  shoes,  hats  and  clothing  .  . 
the  complete  absence  of  superfluity  .  . 
the  importance  ot  line!  And  recently,  in- 
comparable furniture  in  which  the  lithe, 
free  bodies  of  true  moderns  find  com- 
plete and  comfortable  relaxation  while 
their  eyes  are  rested  and  their  minds  re- 
freshed by  the  vigorous  coloring. 

Fully  aware  of  its  responsibility  as  a  pio- 
neer in  a  matchless  age  The  White 
House  points  the  way  with  discriminat- 
ing selections  of  modernity  chosen  from 
a  world  market. 


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for  America.  What  was  the  consterna- 
tion of  the  royal  house  to  discover  too 
late  that  its  jewels  were  paste  duplicates 
that  Lola  had  had  made.  The  originals 
remained  in  her  secure  possession. 

Immediately  upon  her  arrival  in  San 
Francisco  she  gave  several  performances 
and  was  well  received.  But  jealousy 
burned  in  the  breasts  of  rival  favorites. 
They  put  on  shows  burlesquing  and 
humorously  distorting  Lola's  art.  In  the 
face  of  this  she  retired  to  Grass  Valley, 
bought  a  home  and  quickly  gathered  a 
circle  ot  dubious  French  counts,  exiled 
English  royalty  and  questionable  German  1 
barons.  Her  soirees,  studio  teas  and 
amateur  theatricals  were  highly  colored 
affairs.  The  editor  of  the  Grass  Valley 
paper  denounced  the  woman  and  her 
doings  as  scandalous.  Lola  went  to  his 
home  with  brimstone  in  her  eye  and  rid- 
ing whip  in  hand  and  gave  the  fellow  a 
sound  thrashing.  She  had  been  the  play- 
mate of  kings  and  princes  and  would 
have  no  nonsense  from  such  oafs  as 
country  editors.  In  San  Francisco  she  had 
wed  one  Patrick  Hull,  editor  of  a  mining 
sheet.  Life  in  Grass  Valley  was  much 
too  strenuous  for  Hull.  He  fled  uncere- 
moniously within  a  few  months.  His 
abandoned  spouse  managed  nicely  with- 
out him  for  four  years,  when  she  sailed 
for  Australia. 

After  a  year  or  so,  Lola  returned  to  San 
Francisco  and  again  invaded  its  stage. 
This  time  she  was  tremendously  success- 
ful and  filled  a  long  engagement  in  the 
Tivoli  Beer  Garden.  Possibly  public 
taste  had  improved,  for  her  Spider 
Dance,  previously  quite  unappreciated 
was  now  hailed  as  a  triumph.  It  was  a 
veil  dance  woven  about  a  great  cobweb 
and  spider  built  upon  the  stage.  Lola's 
home  on  Telegraph  Hill  again  became 
the  rendevoixs  of  Bohemia  and  she  was 
a  familiar  sight  on  the  streets  of  the  city. 
She  always  wore  simple,  black,  demure 
gowns  and  went  about  with  a  white 
talking  cockatoo  perched  on  her  shoulder. 
Finally  she  sailed  for  Europe  never  to 
return. 

T      T      ▼ 

Adah  Isaacs  Mencken  was  another 
jr\_  lady  who  added  appreciably  to  the 
gayety  of  a  gay  city.  She  was  the  wife  of 
John  Heenan  of  Benicia,  who  was  then 
the  world's  champion  heavyweight. 
When  San  Francisco  heard  that  she  was 
on  her  way  to  the  city  even  the  blase 
sporting  element  had  doubts  as  to  the 
advisability  of  her  visit.  The  clergy  was 
certain  of  her  deadly  and  demoralizing 
influence  upon  the  young  and  impres- 
sionable. The  late  incident  of  T/ic  Cap- 
tivt  found  an  early  counterpart.  The 
righteous  of  the  town  took  steps  to 
prevent  Adah's  landing.  Whereat  the 
unregenerate,  the  scofl^ers,  the  iconoclasts 
and  pagans  rose  in  a  body,  hired  a  brass 
band  and  met  her  at  the  docks.  They 
prostrated    themselves    before    her    and 


AUGUST,  1928 


33 


delivered  the  entire  city  into  her  hands. 

Her  first  perfomance  fell  flat.  In  the 
final  scene  she  was  supposed  to  dash 
across  the  stage  on  a  spirited  charger. 
Preferring  safety  to  realism  Adah  chose 
for  a  mount  an  undertaker's  steed,  lum- 
bering, perverse  and  slow  ot  movement. 
The  audience  recognized  the  horse  and 
sent  up  a  chorus  ot  ribald  jeers.  The  next 
evening  Adah  dashed  across  the  stage  in 
an  approved  manner  and  on  a  lively 
mount  and  merited  instantaneous  ap- 
proval. Her  acting  was  really  excellent, 
but  her  physical  charms  were  of  such 
quality  as  to  inspire  common  men  to 
rapture  and  ecstacies.  Her  figure  was 
voluptuous,  sumptuous  and  of  marvelous 
shapeliness.  In  the  matter  of  legs  the 
Gods  had  been  exceedingly  kind  to  Adah. 
Fantasies,  poems,  lyrics  and  what  not 
grew  up  around  these  members  of  her 
anatomy,  and  this  in  an  era  in  which  no 
lady  openly  acknowledged  possession  of 
such  useful  bodily  parts.  The  mystery  is 
no  doubt  explainable  in  that  Adah, 
properly  thankful  of  the  Almighty's 
gifts,  did  not  exactly  hide  her  light 
beneath  a  bushel. 

Off  stage  she  was  the  good  fellow 
about  town.  She  drank  highballs  at 
public  bars;  played  faro  and  set  up  drinks 
for  the  house  when  she  won.  She  went 
along  the  streets  in  riding  togs  and 
smoking  cigarettes.  She  rode  astride, 
then  a  monstrous  sin,  and  was  utterly 
oblivious  to  the  charged  glances  of  the 
Godly.  In  truth  she  was  a  woman  of 
parts.  She  wrote  poetry,  painted  in  oils 
and  rendered  Chopin  in  piano  recitals  in 
addition  to  acting  and  dancing.  In  time 
the  powerful  but  unintellectual  Heenan 
palled  upon  Adah's  finer  sensibilities. 
She  left  him  suddenly  and  went  off  to 
London  to  enjoy  new  triumphs  and  to 
acquire  incidentally  several  new  hus- 
bands. 


The  Tennis  Controversy 

Continued  from  page  26 

for  try-out  for  the  team.  Most  of  these 
young  players  took  the  request  for  a 
command  and  left  college  or  school  to 
be  on  hand  else  they  might  not  have 
another  chance. 

At  the  present  writing  Tilden  stands 
victorious  over  the  officials  who  voted  to 
remove  him,  and  the  United  States  and 
France  are  still  friends.  It  sounds  foolish 
to  think  that  a  game  of  tennis  could 
cause  a  break  between  two  countries  but 
when  Ambassador  Herrick  requested 
that  Tilden  be  permitted  to  play  against 
France,  the  United  States  Lawn  Tennis 
Association  in  a  statement  said : 

"Inasmuch  as  our  Ambassador  to 
France  is  the  personal  representative  of 
the  President  of  the  United  States,  to 
nave  refused  his  request  would  have 
been  an  ungracious  act  and  a  discourtesy." 


Hawaii  is  the  Smart  Place  to  Cjoi 


William  H.  Crocker,  San  Francisco  banker  and  Republican 

national  committeeman,  says  ot  the  Malolo  in  an  interview 

appearing  in  the  HonoluUi  Star-Bulletin  : 


"I  ivds  told  by  Territorial  Senator  lipbert  W.  Shingle  of 
Honolichc  that  I  could  come  down  to  Honolulu  for  a  brief 
visit,  and  get  back  home  within  eleven  and  a  half  days,  so 
here  I  am.  The  Malolo  is  a  splendid  ship,  as  fine  and 
steady  a  vessel  as  I  have  ever  traveled  on.  She  is  a  credit  to 
the  Matson  Line  and  the  Territory  of  Haivaii." 

^^ 

To  Honolulu  by  the  luxurious  Malolo,  sailing  every  other 
Saturday  from  San  Francisco,  is  a  voyage  of  only  four  days. 
Hawaii  is  delightful  in  September  and  October  —  surfing, 
motoring,  fishing,  moonlit  nights.  A  string  of  jewels  set  in 
a  sea  of  jade  and  turquoise.  At  Waikiki  the  water  is  as  balmy 
as  the  air.  The  golf  courses  are  excellent,  but  you'll  need 
will-power  to  keep  your  eye  on  the  ball  rather  than  the 
tempting  views.  Take  your  car  along,  too,  as  baggage;  no 
crating  necessary.  Hawaii  has  marvelous  highways. 

Matson  Line 

Hawaii  •  South  Seas  •  Australia 

GENERAL     OFFICES:     215     MARKET     STREET,     SAN     FRANCISCO 

also    PORTLAND-    SEATTLE    •    LOS    ANGELES 

CHICAGO    •    NEW    YORK 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Tradition 


^D 


HE  BADGE  of  a  gentleman  is  appreciation  of  "Tradition." 
Generations  of  leading  families  have  regarded  Nob  Hill  as 
San  Francisco's  most  select  address. 

Park  Lane  Apartments  undoubtedly  occupies  the  most 
advantageous  corner  on  Nob  Hill. 

The  Best  People"  have  stamped  their  approval  tor  an 
address  of  social  value  on  Park.  Lane. 

Apartments,  five  to  eight  rooms, 
unfurnished  and  furnished  [in- 
comparably) $2^0  up.  Leasing 
now.    Occupancy    immediately 


Eugene  N.  Fritz,  Jr.,  Managing  Owner 
1100  Sacramento  Street  {corner  of  Mason) 

NOB  HILL 


The  Yellow  Shawl 

ConLinucd  from  page  14 

She  stood  very  still  and  watched  him 
smiling  opposite  her. 

"The  fan  is  yours,"  he  said. 

She  snatched  it  from  him  savagely 
and  walked  out. 

▼       T       T 

A  WEEK  passed,  ten  days  in  fact,  and 
every  evening  Chiquita  Garcia, 
standing  before  her  mirror,  took  down 
her  thick  black  hair,  put  it  up  again  and 
crowned  it  with  the  tortoise-shell  comb. 
Then  she  opened  the  fan  with  a  flourish 
and  let  her  red  lips  hide  behind  its  fas- 
cinating glitter.  But  she  did  not  forget 
the  shawl,  and,  every  night,  she  tanta- 
lized herselt  by  encircling  her  throat 
with  a  scrap  of  thin,  yellow  ribbon. 

"Yes,"  she  would  declare  again  and 
again,  "yellow  is  my  color.  I  have  a 
flaring  comb  for  my  hair  and  a  spangled 
fan  to  hide  my  red  lips.  All  I  need  now 
is  a  yellow  shawl  for  my  shoulders." 

She  would  begin  to  think  about  the 
shawl — whether  it  had  been  sold,  or 
whether  she  could  buy  it,  or  whether — 

"Don't  be  silly!"  she  would  say  to 
herself.  "Because  a  man  has  been  a  fool 
twice  proves  nothing.  Let  me  see — the 
first  time  he  touched  my  hair;  the  second 
time  he  kissed  me  on  the  lips;  I  wonder 
what — " 

And  suddenly  her  eyes  and  cheeks 
would  flame — Chiquita  Garcia  was 
young,  but  she  was  no  fool. 

Well,  at  the  end  of  the  tenth  day,  she 
went  to  the  shop.  It  was  a  bright 
evening,  not  a  trace  of  fog  in  the  sky, 
but  clear  and  sharp  and  metallic.  She 
walked  briskly  and  the  blood  flew  at 
once  to  her  cheeks. 

She  waited  some  time  for  Sanoff.  He 
was  busy  selling  a  silly  trifle  to  a  cus- 
tomer, but  he  watched  her  from  the 
corner  of  his  eye.  She  looked  up  and 
do'wn  the  shop;  the  shawl  was  nowhere 
to  be  seen. 

Presently  the  customer  left.  Sanoff 
came  toward  her  smiling  his  evil  smile. 
She  did  not  have  to  speak  this  time. 

"You  have  come  for  the  shawl,"  he 
began.  "The  yellow  shawl  I  had  in  the 
vv'indow  two  weeks  ago.  Well,  suppose 
1  have  sold  it?" 

Chiquita  grew  very  bold,  because  she 
knew  that  he  had  not  sold  it.  "You  have 
done  no  such  thing,"  she  answered. 
"Don't  keep  me  waiting — letmeseeit." 

Sanoff  drew  a  chest  toward  the  center 
of  the  shop — a  black  chest  with  heavy 
brass  trimmings.  Bending  over,  he  threw 
back  the  lid  and  drew  out  the  shawl.  A 
heavy  odor  of  musk  floated  toward 
Chiquita  Garcia. 

she  gave  a  little  cry  of  delight  and 
put  out  her  hand,  fie  drew  back,  hold- 
ing the  shawl  aloft — it  was  yellower 
than  noonday,  and  on  its  border  blos- 

Continued  on  page  38 


AUGUST,  1928 


35 


S' 


!  HE  Who  Sees  is  still  traveling  which, 
in  itself,  is   not   remarkable;  but 

here  is  one  remarkable  feature  of 

her  loiterings  about  Manhattan^  She 
has  discovered  that  Mr.  Mencken  told 
the  truth  about  something!  In  his  edito- 
rial in  the  July  Mercury,  Mr.  Mencken 
writes  about  the  rare  wines  and  liquors 
one  can  easily  obtain  in  New  York  City, 
and,  in  especial,  about  the  topaz  flow  of 
champagne  under  Hell  Gate  Bridge. 

I  have  not  turned  into  a  cocktail 
courier  but  simply  in  the  ordinary  run  of 
an  observer's  life  I  have  discovered  that 
there  is  much  champagne  in  New  York 
City.  It  is  real  champagne.  It  is  not 
antiquated  apple  cider  with  a  shot  of 
carbonated  water  in  it.  It  is  the  cham- 
pagne that  has  toasted  heroes  and  been 
broken  with  a  sigh  over  the  bows  of  new 
ships.  It  has  the  same  quality  as  that 
which  bubbled  through  the  lives  of  our 
grandsires  in  an  age  when  roccoco  gilt 
ceilings,  red  plush  divans  and  juicy 
bustled  blondes  were  appreciated.  And 
like  a  river  that  has  burrowed  down  to 
a  hidden  bed — then  sportively  gushes 
forth  again  after  a  decade  or  so,  this  fine 
flow  of  champagne  comes  at  us  again, 
out  of  a  cavern  of  years,  bringing  with 
it  all  the  mauve  memories  of  an  earlier, 
headier  time.  And  New  York,  frorri 
whose  granite  caverns  the  stream  has 
burst  forth,  asks  no  questions,  tells  no 
lies,  but  merely  points  proudly  to  the 
Statue  of  Liberty  down  the  harbor  which 
in  turn   points  proudly  down   the   bay. 


N 


ow  1,  who  attained  the  age  of  con- 
_     .   sent  just  when  Prohibition  went 
into  effect,  had  never  before  tasted  cham- 


pagne. I  had  only  read  about  it.  As  I 
tipped  my  first  goblet  of  this  beady 
beverage  toward  my  lips,  I  remembered 
with  a  quaver  that  Mr.  Mencken  pro- 
claimed (July  Mercury,  page  296)  that 
champagne,  for  all  the  songs  that  have 
been  sung  about  it,  has  but  one  function 
which  is — "to  awaken  and  inflame  the 
baser  nature."  I  drank  my  first  goblet  of 
champagne  .  .  .  and  my  baser  nature 
was  awakened.  I  drank  my  second  gob- 
let ..  .  my  baser  nature  was  inflamed. 
I  drank  my  third  goblet  .  .  .  and  went 
out  into  the  streets, 

T      T      T 

THE  night  sky  was  a  mauve  canopy 
spotted  with  little  yellow  bubbles 
of  stars.  The  trees  in  the  tiny  square 
fronting  the  Plaza  flung  a  fine  green  lace 
of  leaves  over  the  naked  stone  Tady  atop 
the  fountain  there.  The  summer  night 
processional  on  Fifth  Avenue  was  like  a 
pageant  of  America's  automobile  indus- 
try roaring  past.  The  light  from  the 
Plaza  arcade  washed  the  pavement 
yellow,  and  black  enameled  limousines 
swept  slowly  round  the  circle,  carrying 
expensive  people  to  expensive  places,  in 
the  approved  manner  of  this  fanfare 
year  of  our  Lord.  But  this  rubber-tired 
elegance  had  nothing  whatever  to  do 
with  the  mauve  mood  that  was  upon  us. 
Over  on  the  Fifty-eighth  Street  side  of 
the  Plaza,  we  found  a  carriage  standing 
— one  of  those  low-hung  barouches  with 
twinkling  wheel-spokes  and  fawn-col- 
ored upholstery.  The  old  horse  harnessed 
to  this  fin-dc-siccle  vehicle  twitched  a 
remembering  nostril  when  he  smelled 
our  breath  and  pawed  the  curb  with  a 
neatly  oiled  hoof.  The  cabbie  held  his 


whip  at  attention  while,  with  a  strange 
atavistic  grace,  we  climbed  into  the 
carriage.  His  tall  silk  hat  gleamed  like 
the  spokes  of  his  cab,  like  the  oiled 
hooves  of  his  horse — a  yellow  highlight 
like  a  long  slim  glass  of  champagne 
shone  down  the  crown  of  it  We  settled 
with  a  sigh  into  the  fawn  upholstery. 

Central  Park  was  a  verdant  fairyland 
mysteriously  veiled  in  humid  mists.  The 
boulevard  lamps,  strung  at  interval 
through  the  trees,  peopled  their  pools  of 
light  with  strolling  couples,  children  at 
play  and  old  men  sitting  on  benches 
looking  wistfully  down  vistas  of  green 
lawn  where  the  undefined  shapes  of  trees 
made  shadow-stages  for  their  memories. 
The  cabbie  kept  well  to  the  right  of  the 
road  and  somehow,  above  the  roar  of 
motor  traffic  on  the  left,  came  clear  and 
insistent  the  patient  clopping  of  those 
oiled  hooves  on  macadam  One  could 
feel,  in  the  slightly  uneven  progress  of 
carriage,  the  stout  old  horse-heart  that 
was  its  one  cylinder.  And  as  though  that 
sensation  were  not  quaint  enough,  there 
were  flung  on  the  lawns  occasional 
shadows  of  our  equipage — a  distorted 
long-legged  horse,  a  cab-man  sitting  so 
high  on  the  box  as  to  touch  the  distant 
trees  with  his  shadow,  and  the  little 
shell-shaped  barouche  swung  like  a 
cradle  between  four  huge  shadow- 
wheels. 

T       T       T 

Again  and  again  we  laughed  hap- 
u\.  pily  at  the  grotesqueric  we  threw 
on  lawns;  like  our  crinolined  grand- 
mothers innocently  excited,  we  laughed 
and  clapped  out  hands  as  we  watched 
ourselves  grow  tall   amid  our  wheels. 

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EMiL  Ludwig's  life  of  Christ,  The 
Son  of  Man,  is  the  last  word  in 
modern  skepticism.  Others  have 
i.lciiicd  that  Jesus  was  the  Messiah  which 
rather  tended  to  indicate  that  they  halt 
helicx'cd  it,  hut  Ludwii;  uncmphatically 
accepts  the  whole  conception  merely  as  a 
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incidental  aspect  of  Jesus'  belief  in  him- 
self.  For  any  Christian  The  Son  oj  Man 
will  he  a  terribly  sad,  if  not  a  repulsive, 
book  and  even  many  unbelievers  are 
likely  to  find  it  depressing.  For  Herr  Lud- 
wig,  not  content  with  discounting 
the  resurrection  and  explaining  away  the 
miracles  psychologically,  never  even 
mentions  the  virgin  birth  nor  anything  at 
all  about  Jesus'  boyhood  because  he  re- 
gards the  sources  of  our  knowledge  as  in- 
adequate and  contradictory.  Ludwig  is  of 
course  an  intensely  German,  post-war 
writer  and  that  partly  explains  his  level- 
ing criticism  of  any  legendary  life.  The 
Son  of  Man  is  both  Spenglerian  and 
Freudian.  Just  as  Spengler  in  The 
Decline  of  the  West  attempted  to  pre- 
sent what  he  called  "the  physiognomic 
portrait  "  of  Classical,  Magian  and 
Faustian  cultures,  in  the  same  way 
Ludwig  reconstructs  the  life  of  Jesus 
with  such  historical  perfection  that  he 
might  add  in  blunt  finality,  Ecce  Homo\ 
Then  somewhat  in  the  Freudian  manner 
he  has  taken  the  Saviour  as  a  significant 
subject  tor  psychological  experiment  and 
might  have  placed  a  neat  little  Q  E  D 
in  the  place  of  Fiyiis.  These  methods  are 
strict  and  exacting.  There  is  very  little 
toying  with  shades  of  meaning,  only  the 
meagerest  effort  to  delight  the  mind 
with  glimpses  of  local  color,  and  no 
sentimentahty  All  is  subordinated  to  a 
bitter  search  for  the  truth  That  is  laud- 
able and  certainly  what  most  of  us  want 
but  the  thing  has  its  disadvantages.  A 
biographer  cannot  he  entirely  impersonal 
and  the  result  is,  for  all  its  psychological 
exactitude.  The  Son  of  Man  errs  on  the 
side  ot  pessimism;  it  glowers  and  de- 
nounces occasionally  in  spite  of  Lud- 
wig's integrity.  For  even  the  most 
skeptical  ot  us  Jesus  Christ  remains,  if  we 
think  ot  Him  at  all,  an  essentially  great 
man  and  one  who  gave  fresh  spiritual 
bread  to  the  world,  if  that  is  neither  true 
nor  important  (and  Ludwig  hardly  gives 
Him  credit  for  more  than  a  few  very 
human  conversions,  attributing  much  of 
his  work  and  doctrines  to  religious  fan- 


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acicism)  one  is  inclined  to  ask  what  is  the 
importance  ot  writing  such  a  hook  at  all 
But  of  course  that  is  begging  the  ques- 
tion because  this  is  not  an  unimportant 
book  On  the  contrary,  its  qualities  are 
too  numerous  to  pass  over,  but  it  is 
significant  to  notice  that  these  outstan- 
ding qualities  arc  found  on  pages  where, 
in  spite  of  himself,  Ludwig  is  assuming 
that  Jesus  is  great  in  something  of  a 
supernatural  way  He  says  ot  Jesus  that 
"he  notices  everything  which  may  help 
to  unlock  the  mystery  of  the  human 
heart";  that  he  had  "an  eye  lor  hidden 
resemblances"  and  that  "the  hills  and 
the  rocks,  the  river  and  the  castle,  the 
catastrophes  ot  nature  and  the  fJower- 
clad  slopes  all  breathe  a  meaning  to 
Him  .  "At  least  such  faculties  can 
hardly  be  called  unreligious^  At  other 
times  Herr  Ludwig  is  able  to  give  us  a 
rich,  imaginative  analysis  ot  character, 
the  taculty  Goethe  called  exact  percipient 
fancy.  The  scene  of  Jesus'  meeting  with 
Pontius  Pilate  is  particularly  brilliant: 
"For  a  moment  they  stand  face  to  face, 
the  Jewish  prisoner  and  the  Roman 
governor  .  .  ,  One  of  them  is  armed 
and  clad  in  a  short  toga;  the  other  is 
weaponless  and  wears  a  long  grey 
mantle  They  confront  one  another  as 
though  they  were  not  accused  and 
judge,  beggar  and  lord  .  ,  .  exchanging 
thoughts  .  .  .  rather  as  though  the  beg- 
gar were  king,  and  the  governor  an 
emperor's  envoy,  but  nothing  more  than 
the  poor  servant  of  his  duty  Thus  do 
Jesus  and  Pilate  confront  one  another, 
reflective,  waiting  on  one  another's 
words,  questioning  —until  one  of  them 
speaks  of  'truth',  and  thereby  the  man  of 
the  world  and  the  prophet  are  torn 
asunder   " 

In  any  case  The  Son  of  Man  is  a 
worthy  successor  to  Ludwig's  already 
famous  lives  of  Napoleon  and  Bismarck 
The  choice  he  has  made  of  the  savings  of 
Jesus  and  His  disciples  make  splendid 
reading  in  themselves  (particularly  since 
most  ot  us  are  too  lazy  to  read  the  Bible 
any  more)  and  the  volume  is  pleasantly 
filled  with  reproductions  of  Rembrandt's 
wonderful  etchings  of  the  life  of  Christ. 

The  Son  OF  Man.    By  Emit  Ludwig 
{Boni  and  Liveright) 

▼    ▼    ▼ 

THE  celebrated  Margot  Asquith,  now 
inconveniently  known  as  the  Coun- 
tess of  Oxford  and  Asquith,  has  deliv- 
ered herself  of  a  novel,  her  first  to  my 
knowledge    I  enjoyed  parts  of  Octavia 

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The  Yellow  Shawl 

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sonicJ  a  brilliant  embroidery  of  crimson 
and  i»rcen  roses  Her  lips  parted,  her 
breath  came  qiiickiv,  her  eyes  gleamed 

Sanort  Hashed  a  smile,  baring  his  cruel 
teeth  as  he  threw  the  shaul  at  her  She 
caught  it  joyfully  and  wrapped  it  about 
her  shoulders  and  across  her  hips. 

"There!"  she  cried,  throwing  her 
head  back,  "is  it  not  so?  Yellow  is  my 
color   Come,  what  is  the  price?" 

He  mo\'ed  close  to  her.  "You  could 
not  buy  that  shawl —with  money."  he 
said   And  he  looked  at  her  sidewise. 

She  watched  him  through  her  half- 
closed  eyelids,  noticing  his  crafty  face, 
his  e\'il  smile  and  his  snakclikc  fingers. 

Slowly  she  unwrapped  the  shawl  from 
her  body. 

"Who  said  I  wished  to  buy  it?"  she 
asked  insolently,  as  she  let  it  slip  from 
her  hands  back  into  the  black  chest. 

▼       T       T 

CHiQL'iT.\  G.'\RCi.'v  waited  another 
week,  fretting  away  the  hours  at 
the  factory,  passing  and  repassing  San- 
ofF's  shop  at  evening  in  the  hope  of 
glimpsing  the  yellow  shawl,  nightly 
tricking  out  her  hair  with  the  huge, 
flaring  comb  and  hiding  her  red  lips 
behind  the  glittering  fan  as  she  stood 
before  her  mirror.  She  could  not  forget 
the  shawl;  somehow  it  seemed  to  her 
that  once  she  owned  the  yellow  shawl 


everything  else  in  life  would  come  more 
easily. 

In  the  mornings  when  she  put  on  her 
laded  blue  dress  she  would  say  to  her- 
self: 

"How  can  1  get  anywhere  in  such  a 
bundle  of  rags?  Men  like  something  gay. 
No  wonder  they  look  another  way  - 
blue  is  not  my  color.  It  may  do  well 
enough  for  some  women."  And  she 
remembered  her  companions  at  the  fac- 
tory and  she  laughed,  thinking  how 
terrible  they  would  look  in  yellow, 
granting  that  they  had  courage  to  wear 
such  a  shade     . 

Finally,  in  the  end,  she  did  just  what 
she  had  known  all  along  she  would  do 
— she  went  back  to  Sanoff's  shop  and 
stood  in  the  doorway. 

SanofF  was  standing  with  his  back  to 
her,  intent  on  serving  a  customer. 
Chiquita  narrowed  her  eyes  and  looked. 
Yes,  the  customer  was  looking  at  the 
yellow  shawl — her  yellow  sha^A'l.  She 
put  out  a  hand  to  steady  herself. 

"Now,"  she  said  to  herself,  "you 
have  made  a  mess  of  it !  Why  didn't  you 
listen  to  him  a  week  ago?  Chiquita 
Garcia,  you  will  never  get  another  man 
foolish  enough  to  give  you  such  a  thing 
at  any  price.  And  you  will  go  on  work- 
ing forever  in  a  cold,  cheerless,  horrid 
blue  rag  of  a  dress." 

She  was  so  frightened  at  the  thought 
that  she  forgot  everything  else  and  she 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 

went  up  to  SanoH  and  said  quite  ab- 
ruptly : 

"I  forgot  last  week  to  give  you  my 
address,  I  live  at  Broadway  and  Stock- 
ton the  second  house  from  the  Py- 
rcnnes  Cafe.  The  number  of  my  room  is 
five —up  two  flights".   .    .   . 

She  remembered  afterwards  that  the 
woman  had  stared  at  her  and  that  SanoflF 
had  only  smiled  his  crafty  smile,  showing 
his  teeth  unpleasantly.  He  had  said 
nothing. 

So  there  was  only  one  thing  for  her 
to  do — to  walk  out  of  the  shop  and  go 
home. 

CHIQUITA  waited  up  that  night  until 
after  twelve  o'clock  but  Sanoff  did 
not  come.  She  waited  the  ne.xt  night  and 
the  next.  At  the  end  of  the  third  day  she 
gave  up  hope. 

"He  has  sold  it,"  she  said  bitterly  to 
herself.  "Well,  and  no  wonder!  Why 
should  any  man  be  fool  enough  to  dance 
to  my  tune?" 

But,  nevertheless,  she  passed  Sanoff's 
shop  one  day  at  noon,  and  what  did  she 
see  but  the  yellow  shawl  in  the  window! 
She  walked  by  quickly  and  her  heart  beat 
until  she  heard  a  thundering  in  her  ears. 

When  she  got  back  to  the  factory  she  I 
wept —great  angry  tears.  It  would  not 
have  been  quite  so  bad  if  Sanoff  had  sold 
the  shawl,  but  to  discover  that  he  still 
owned  the  thing  and  would  not  bring 
it  to  her  moved  her  to  sudden  fury. 

"Perhaps  someone  prettier  than  I  has 
looked  at  it,"  she  muttered  to  herself. 
"Well,  we  shall  see.  Because  I  wear  a 
blue  rag  of  a  dress  now  is  no  reason  1 
shall  do  so  all  my  life.    .   .   ." 

When  she  got  home  that  night  she 
made  straightway  for  the  mirror.  Why 
had  Sanoff  tricked  her  so?  Her  hair  was 
as  blue-black  as  a  raven's  wing,  and  it 
shone  like  polished  ebony  in  tne  light, 
and  her  eyes  had  plenty  of  fire.  Yes,  and 
she  had  red  lips,  and  her  teeth  glistened 
when  she  smiled. 

She  tried  to  remember  the  customer 
who  had  been  looking  at  the  shawl 
when  she  had  last  spoken  to  Sanoff.  But 
she  could  remember  nothing  about  the 
woman  except  that  she  wore  a  curious 
brooch  that  sparkled  when  the  light 
struck  it. 

Chiquita  took  out  the  comb,  and  the 
fan,  and  the  thin  yellow  scrap  of  ribbon, 
for  her  neck,  and  she  wept  again.  Andl 
all  night  she  thought.  About  the  flaringi 
comb^  Or  the  glittering  fan?  Or  the 
yellow  shawl?  No,  she  thought  all  night 
long  about  Sanoff. 

In  the  morning  she  got  up,  bathed 
her  red  eyes  and  dashed  a  bit  of  powder 
on  her  nose.  This  made  her  feel  better. 
Then  she  tied  the  scrap  of  ribbon  about 
her  neck,  wrapped  the  comb  and  the 
fan  in  a  rumpled  newspaper,  and  made 
straight  for  Sanoff's  shop. 

Continued  on  page  41 


AUGUST,  1928 


39 


Confections  appear 
alike  . . .  many  may 
even  taste  the  same. 
Candy  is  as  candy 
is  made.  You  are 
always  certain  of 
Foster  c?  Orear 
confections  because 
they  carry  this  dis- 
tinctive stamp. 


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City  oj  Paris  •  137  Grant  Ai'enue 

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Arcade  oJ  Russ  Building 

Ferry  Building 


Pacific  Coast  Showdom 

By  JACK  CAMPBELL 

SAN  Francisco  and  Los  Angeles  are 
dividing  equally  the  honors  this 
summer  of  presenting  plays  on  the  Pa- 
cific Coast  for  the  first  time  In  an  effort 
to  retain  active  theatrical  hubs,  both 
centres  are  interchanging  the  best  of  the 


dramatic  tare  and  successfully  entertain- 
ing their  public  through  the  warm 
months. 

Perhaps  the  most  successful  drama 
in  California  is  "The  Trial  of  Mary 
Dugan."  It  opened  recently  at  the  Co- 
lumbia tollowing  a  sensational  two 
months  engagement  at  the  Mason 
Theater  in  Los  Angeles. 

This  Bayard  Veiller  play  is  an  amaz- 
ing piece  of  dramaturgy.  Interesting  in 
theme,  dramatic  in  development,  it 
is  as  well  knit  in  construction  as  any 
play  seen  in  the  theatre  for  some  time. 
The  entire  action  transpires  in  a  court 
room;  the  exterior  and  the  foyer  of  the 
theater  are  likewise  re-arranged  to 
heighten  this  effect. 

The  curtain  never  rises.  As  the  audi- 
ence enters,  the  stage  is  already  set. 
Scrubwomen  and  policemen  are  atten- 
ding to  the  preliminary  duties  of  the 
day. 

Gradually  the  courtroom  fills.  The 
judge  enters.  The  house  lights  are  dim- 
med and  the  play  commences.  For  two 
and  a  half  hours,  a  complete  drama  is 
unfolded  in  this  setting.  Two  life  stories 
are  enacted  with  a  galaxy  of  types 
parading  the  stage  in  an  endeavor  to 
solve  the  mystery 

Many  men  contend  that  the  play  is 
inaccurate  in  its  courtroom  detail.  They 
further  state  that  "Mary  Dugan"  is  a 
woman's  show.  True,  it  is  less  of  a 
trial  than  a  murder  investigation  after 
the  first  act,  but  the  suspense  and  the 
entertainment  which  are  ever  present 
certainly  justify  this  slight  dramatic 
liberty. 

I  saw  the  play  twice  and  enjoyed  it 
equally  at  both  sittings.  The  implau- 
sibilities  of  the  plot  pale  in  the  rush 
toward  the  climax. 

But  as  George  Jean  Nathan  has  aptly 
stated,  "  'The  Trial  of  Mary  Dugan'  in 
which  a  left-handed  murderer  was  made 
to  betray  his  left-handedness  like  all 
right-handed  baseball  players." 

And  yet  we  can  forget  these  small 
details  when  a  play  is  given  such  splen- 
did direction  by  Guthrie  McClintic  or 
when  Al  Woods  lavishes  such  care  on 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN  ; 


[he  production.  And  withal  arc  some 
splendid  performances. 

As  the  young  lawyer,  Raymond 
Hackett  jiLstilies  the  hopes  which  ha\e 
been  held  tor  him  during  the  past  four 
years.  His  v\inning  manner  and  pleasant 
boyishness  bolstered  by  genuine  enthu- 
siasm makes  his  performance  outstand- 
ing. As  Mary  Dugan,  Phoebe  Foster  is 
likewise  excellent.  Her  role  is  limited  to 
a  dramatic  twenty  minutes  and  two 
hours  of  suppression.  That  slight  period 
of  emotion,  however,  brings  all  of  the 
family  "hankies"  into  full  play,  and  1 
can  still  hear  the  \'arious  inflections  of 
her  voice  while  she  was  on  the  stand 

One  of  the  choice  lines  of  the  play 
occurs  when  the  district  attorney  asks 
a  chorus  girl  it  she  knows  tor  certain 
that  the  murdered  man  gave  Mary 
Dugan  a  Rolls  Royce.  She  replies,  "My 
God,  Mr.  Galwey,  you  can't  expect  a 
girl  to  go  to  hell  in  a  wheelbarrow." 

▼      T      T 

THE  ever  active  firm  of  Belasco  and 
Butler  have  two  of  the  best  attrac- 
tions ot  the  season  on  their  books;  "The 
Road  to  Rome"  at  the  Geary  in  San 
Francisco,  and  "The  Spider"  at  the 
Belasco  in  Los  Angeles.  In  several  weeks, 
these  companies  will  interchange. 

"The  Spider,"  is  the  most  unique  ot 
the  "Thrillers."  As  Chatrand  the  magi- 
cian, William  Courteney  with  his  sooth- 
ing voice  and  unctuous  manner  makes  the 
play  seem  a  lot  better  than  it  really  is. 


At  the  Music  Box  in  Los  Angeles, 
J\  Conway  Tearle  and  Margaret 
Lawrence  are  rehearsing  in  "Midchan- 
neT'by  Pinero  Under  the  direction  of 
Irx'ing  Pichel,  the  play  will  doubtlessly 
appear  less  antiquated  and  when  it  opens 
at  the  Curran,  it  should  present  as  elab- 
orate a  production  and  as  superb  a  cast 
as  has  ever  been  collected  on  the  Pacific 
Coast. 

Destined  for  a  late  summer  entrance 
into  San  Francisco,  "Dracula"  con- 
tinues at  the  Biltmore  The  general  con- 
sensus ot  opinion  is  that  one  should  see 
the  play  and  then  read  the  Stoker  novel, 
that  is,  if  one  is  sufficiently  interested. 
It  concerns  human  vampires  and  Hun- 
garian pantominists  and  convinced  New 
York  with  moderate  success  this  season 

T     "r     T 

An  .^l.arminCi  welcome  was  given 
.X\.  "Good  News"  by  Los  Angeles  at 
the  Mayan  Theater  Fresh  and  youthful, 
this  collegiate  musical  comedy  will  run 
here  until  the  middle  of  September  at 
which  time  Mr,  Curran  will  assume  its 
guardianship  until  Christmas  at  one  of 
his  Geary  Street  houses. 

Two  ot  Henry  Duffy's  San  Francisco 
successes,  "The  Show  Off"  and  "Why 
Men  Leave  Home,  "  occupy  his  theaters 
in  the  south.  Another,  "The  Baby 
Cyclone"  opens  next  week  while  Terry's 
August  gesture  is  to  be  the  grasp  of  the 
reins  of  still  another  house.  Of  his  two 
present    hits    in    San    Francisco,    "The 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCO  BANK 

SAVINGS                                                                                                                                     COMMERCIAL 

INCORPORATED  FEBRUARY  lOTH.  1868 

One  of  the  Oldest  Banks  in  California, 
the  Assets  of  which  have  never  been  increased 
by  mergers  or  consolidations  with  other  Banks 

MEMBER  ASSOCIATED  SAVINGS   BANKS  OF  SAN  FRANCISCO 

526  California  Street,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 
JUNE  30th,  1928 

Assets $118,615,481.57 

Capital,  Reserve  and  Contingent  Funds 5,000,000.00 

Pension    Fund    over   $610,000.00, 

standing  on  Books  at                        1.00 

MISSION  BRANCH Mission  and  21st  Streets 

PARK-PRESIDIO  BRANCH Clement  St.  and  7th  Ave. 

HAIGHT  STREET  BRANCH Haight  and  Belvedere  Streets 

WEST  PORTAL  BRANCH West  Portal  Ave.  and  Ulloa  St. 

Interest  paid  on  Deposits  at  the  rate  of 

FOUR  AND  ONE-QUARTER  (4^S)  per  cent  per  annum, 

COMPUTED  MONTHLY  and  COMPOUNDED  QUARTERLY, 

AND  MAY  BE  WITHDRA\VN  QUARTERtY 

Wooden  Kimono"  will  arrive  at  El 
Capitan  in  the  fall  while  "Tommy"  has 
already  enjoyed  nine  prosperous  weeks  in 
the  south 

And  then,  ot  course,  John  Barrymore 
will  play  "Hamlet"  in  Berkeley  on  Sep- 
tember 4th  and  5th 

▼       T       ▼ 

As  To  Books 

CnnlinueJ  from  pa^c  ^7 

and  found  it  a  relief  to  hear  about  the  I 
English  upper  classes  from  one  of  their 
number.   In  Octavia  the  authoress  tells 
us  with  considerable  wit,  exactitude  and  I 
literary  tact  all  about  fox  hunting,  poli-  I 
tics,  English  country  houses,  marriage,  | 
love  and  religion,   all   refreshingly  un-  i 
Michael  Arlen-ish.  Also  she  tells  a  good  I 
deal  about  herself  though  not  so  much 
nor  so  well  as  she  did  in  her  splendid 
Autobiogra|^l^y.    She   says   ot    Octavia : 
"Fearless,  quick  and  truthful  she  was  too 
busy  with  life  to  care  very  much  what 
other  people  thought  of  her."  and  "she 
always  skipped  the  prefaces  to  people." 
Such  "Margotisms"  are  always  bright 
and  entertaining  but  for  some  reason  or 
other  you  get  just  a  little  bored  with 
Octavia's   militant   demeanor.    1    think 
perhaps   it   is   because   we   have   passed 
beyond  the  period  Margot  Asquith  still 
represents  when  women  felt  impelled  to 

Ctinlinucd  on  page  42 


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412  13lh  Si.  2148  tonter 

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AUGUST,  1928 


41 


The  Yellow  Shawl 

( lontinucd  from  page  3^ 

As  a  matter  of  course  she  arrived  long 
before  the  shop  was  open,  and  she  stood 
in  the  damp  morning  fog,  kicking  her 
heels  together  and  trying  to  keep  back 
her  tears. 

Sanoff  came  along  finally,  and  when 
he  saw  her  he  did  not  even  lift  his  eye- 
brows. Instead  he  smiled  and  threw  open 
the  door  for  her. 

She  went  in  and  Sanoff  followed.  The 

morning  sun  began  to  filter  through  the 

■   fog  and  it  lit  up  bits  of  brass  and  copper 

[   about  the  shelves,  and  as  Chiquita  laced 

Sanoff    a    sunbeam    played    about    the 

,   bedraggled  ribbon  at  her  throat. 

"I  suppose,"  she  said  with  a  sneer, 
"that   you  think   1   have  come   tor  the 
I   yellow  shawl.    Well,    I   have  come  tor 
I   nothing  ot  the  sort." 

Sanoff  did  not  speak.  She  threw  her 

I   bundle  down  upon  a  table  and  began  to 

rip    off    the    covering    of    newspaper. 

Sanoff  smiled  until  his  teeth  glistened. 

She  drew  out  the  comb  first,  threw 

it  on  the  floor  and  trampled  it  into  a 

thousand  pieces.  Then  she  picked  up  the 

glittering  fan,   tore  it  into  shreds  and 

flung  it  in  Sanoff's  face. 

I       He    began    to    laugh.    Chiquita    fell 

back,  panting  with  rage. 
'       Sanoff  reached   forward   and    lightly 
ran  his  finger  under  the  yellow  ribbon 
at  her  throat.  His  touch  burned  her  like 
a  coal.  She  shook  him  off. 

"Well,  well,"  he  mocked,  "yellow  is 
your  color,  after  all.  And  where  did  you 
say  you  lived?" 

Chiquita  caught  her  breath.  "At 
Broadway  and  Stockton — " 

"Oh,  yes,  yes.  The  second  house  from 
,  the  Pyrennes  Cafe — up  two  flights.  Now 
I  remember." 

▼  T      T 

CHIQUITA  did  not  go  back  to  the  fac- 
tory that  day.  Because  it  was  too 
late,  for  one  thing. 

And  she  did  not  go  to  the  factory  the 
day    after,     either.     Instead,     she    rose 
languourously  at  ten  o'clock  and  threw 
'  the  yellow  shawl  about  her  shoulders. 

"What  shall  I  say  if  they  send  from 
,  the  factory  for  me?"  she  mused    "Shall 
I  tell  them  I  am  not  coming  to  the  fac- 
.  tory  again?   .    .    .   Shall  I  say  I  am  sick, 
or  tired  or  work,  or  just  nothing  at  all?" 
And  she  caught  up  her  hair  and  stood 
in  the  bright  sunlight,  drawing  the  yel- 
low shawl  more  tightly  about  her  curv- 
:  ing  figure. 

"Yes,  yes,"  she  laughed,  "Sanoff  is 
right — after  all — yellow  is  my  color!" 

▼  T       T 

As  Seen  By  Her 

Continued  from  page  }^ 

then  flatten  out  'til  the  horse  got  lost  in 

the  harness,  the  cabby  in  his  box  and  we 

j  among   the   wheel-spokes   which   were 

!  last  to  fade.  There  seemed  no  other  dis- 


tortion in  the  world  than  that  tenebrous 
image  we  flung  on  misty  lawns. 

Headier  than  champagne  was  the 
experience  of  finding  this  old  grace  of 
carriage-riding  still  left  in  New  York 
City  A  mood  of  elegance  descended 
upon  us  Long  voluminous  taffeta  skirts 
rustling  atop  layers  of  petticoat  seemed 
to  fall  over  our  ankles  and  we  uncrossed 
our  knees  and  placed  our  feet  demurely 
in  the  bottom  of  the  carriage.  Indolently 
we  waved  imaginary  fans  ,  .  .  and  smiled 
behind  them  with  well-bred  under- 
standing when,  from  the  midst  of  dark 
clumps  of  bushes,  came  the  murmurs 
of  lovers  who  too  were  in  harmony  with 
the  night.  When  our  road  wound  round 
the  lake,  we  looked  with  hoop-skirted 
longing  upon  the  free  girls  of  a  new  age 
who  were  allowed  to  row  with  their 
swains  in  a  boat  that  did  not  always 
keep  within  the  broad  beams  of  search- 
lights thrown  out  from  the  shore. 

Through  the  murmuring  woodlands 
of  the  North  Drive  we  clopped  along, 
listening  to  the  fine  tenor  voices  of 
Italian  troubadors  who  serenaded  unseen 
audiences  from  the  little  grassy  mounds 
that  are  Central  Park's  hills  The  night 
was  sultry,  moist,  tropical.  The  night 
was  full  of  people  whose  revelry  came 
decently  to  our  ears  from  behind  discreet 
little  hedges  of  flowering  shrubs.  And 
the  night  was  full  of  magic. 


SEEMINGLY  like  a  little  island,  the  park 
floated  between  the  clanging  avenue 
of  Central  Park  West  and  the  roaring 
confusion  of  Fifth  avenue  .  .  .  floated, 
misty  and  unreal,  on  the  very  bosom  of 
Babylon,  offering  its  haven  of  blossomy 
bushes  to  lovers,  trees  and  benches  to  old 
men,  wet  lawns  to  children  and  their 
dogs  and  safe  passage  on  a  dim  wood- 
land road  to  an  old  horse  with  blinkers 
shading  his  eyes. 

Over  the  treetops  off  to  the  right 
towered  twenty-  and  thirty-story  phan- 
toms of  apartment-houses,  dimly  out- 
lined hulks  across  the  humidity,  standing 
shoulder  to  shoulder  like  a  row  of  granite 
Arguses  with  a  million  yellow  eyes. 
Mauve  and  gold  in  the  mists,  terraced  up- 
wards to  points  that  terminated  in  odd 
little  meuzzin  towers,  wedding-cake 
ornaments  and  toy  roof-gardens,  the 
wall  of  dwellings  marched  parallel  with 
us  as  we  drove  south  through  the  park. 
It  was  fantastic  and  ethereal  enough  to 
have  been  but  a  phantasmagoric  pro- 
phecy of  what  New  York  would  one 
day  be.  We  were  not  terrified  by  those 
rows  and  rows  of  steel  and  granite  pyra- 
mids looming  over  the  treetops.  We 
merely  smiled  behind  our  fans  and  knew 
we  had  had  one  glass  too  many  of  cham- 
pagne  .... 

Presently  trees  closed  in  over  the  road 
as  though  gallantly  offering  us  protec- 
tion from  our  hallucinations.  All  that 


Summer 
Bachelors 


and  others  seeking  food  as  good  or 
even  better  than  at  home,  come  to 
62  Post  street.  .  .  .  Upstairs,  in  a 
delightfully  summery  atmosphere, 
there  are  tables  laden  with  a  wealth 
of  deliciously  flavored  foods.  .  .  . 
Crisp  salads — tempting  hot  breads 
— savory  meats — buttered  vege- 
tables— pies,  cakes  and  incompar- 
able puddings. 

They  tell  us  it  is  the  "best  food  in 
town  "  .  .  .  certainly  we  strive  to 
make  it  so  .  .  .  but  we  leave  the 
decision  to  you  when  you  take 
luncheon  with  us  at" 


^osft  Street  Cafeteria 


62  ^ost  Street   =  =  g)an  Jf rantisco 


In t  e  r  e  s  t 


Tiff,  pays  her  highest  interest 
-'-^  for  friendly  thought.  We 
never  forget  those  who  have 
cheered  us  with  a  box  of  beau- 
t\^u\ flowers  or  a  pretty 
plant. 


Orders  telegraphed 
anywhere 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


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was  visible  was  our  horse's  broad  rump, 
undulating  sensuously  as  it  trotted 
downhill  \Vc  lay  back  in  the  fawn  up- 
holstered seat  and  wondered  how  ever 
we  were  going  to  manage  our  hoop- 
skirts  when  came  the  time  to  climb  out 
ot  our  barouche 

T       T       T 

As  To  Books 

(.."^nlinucd  Irurn  pagL'  41) 

work  dreadfully  hard  for  individualism 
One  can't  help  being  grateful  to  Mrs 
Asquith  tor  her  vigor,   her  intellectual 
curiosity  and  her  blunt  cheer,  but  I  felt 
about  much  of  Octavia  the  way  she  did 
in  describing  Mrs.  Daventry  as  having 
"a   teline,   disarming  small  talk  which 
was  intellectually  depressing." 
Octavia,  by  Margot  Asquith  {Stok.'is) 

K.ecommcndcd  Kcuding 

The  Son  of  Man,  by  Emil  Ludwig  (Boni  antt 

Livcright) . 
Octavia,  by  Margot  Asquith  {Slol^cs). 

NOVELS 
Swan  Song,  by  John  Galsworthy  (Scribncrs) . 
The     Window,     by     Alice     Grant     Rossman 

(MinCon,  Balcli). 
Brook  Evans,  by  Susan  Glaspel  (Stokes). 
The  Old  and  the  Young,  by  Luigi  Pirandello 

(Boni  and  Livcright). 
Mr.    Hodge    and    Mr.    Hazzard,    by    Elinor 

Wylie. 
Home  to  Harlem,  by  Claude  McKay. 

MYSTERY  STORIES 

The  Double  Chance,  by  J.  S.  Fletcher  (Dodd, 

.Mead) . 
Juggernaut,  by  Alice  Campbell  (Duuhtcday, 

Doran) . 

GENERAL 

An  Intelligent  Woman's  Guide  to  Scxtial- 
isM  AND  Capitalism,  by  George  Bernard 
Shaw  (Brctitano) . 

HouDiNi :  His  Life  Story,  by  Harold  Kellock 
{Harcourt,  Brace). 

Sunset  Gun,  by  Dorothy  Parker. 

The  Greene  Murder  Case,  by  S.  S.  Van  Dine. 

But  Gentlemen  Marry  Brunettes,  by  Anita 
Loos. 

Tammany  Hall,  by  M.  R.  Werner, 

Hearst,  An  American  Phenomenon,  by  Wink- 
ler. 


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When  you  dine  and  dance  in  Peacock  Court  life 
throbs  to  the  gay  rhythms  of  music  by  Anson 
Weeks  Orchestra  —  every  night  and  on  Saturday 
for  tea  there  is  a  sparkling  musical  background 
for  the  smart  gatherings — and  Tuesday  evenings 
there  are  feature  programs  to  delight 
the  most  exacting. 


Where 

Hospitality 
Begins' 


The  center  of  the  city's  life 

and  color --the  hub  around 

uuhich  San  Francisco's 

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interests  revolve 


Hotel  St.  Francis 

facing  U  n  i  on  Square 
San  Francisco,  California 

Management  •   •   James  H.  McCabe 


to  be  really  sophisticated 


one  should  knoi^ir^ 


— the  latest  news  of  the  literary,  political 
and  dramatic  worlds  and  the  eccentricities 
and  idiosyncrasies  of  world  personalities. 

Every  Tuesday  evening,  beginning  October  Second,  at  8  o'clock, 
JOHN  D.  BARRY  will  discuss  the  news  of  the  week,  giving  his 
own  inimitable  sidelights. 


one  should  hear^ 

— the  finest  plays. 

Every  Friday  morning  at  11  o'clock,  beginning  October  Fifth,  Mrs. 
Hugh  Brown  will  read  the  works  of  Eugene  O'Neil,  the  playwright 
of  the  century. 


one  should  knoi^v  about  ^ 

— the  latest  in  books.     (Surely  no  one  has 
time  to  read  them  all.) 

Every  Friday  afternoon,  Josephine  Bartlett  will  review  the  latest 
in  literature,  beginning  September  Twenty-eighth. 


one  should  be  able  to  converse 

fluently  about  the  above  -^ 

—So  every  Monday  afternoon,  at  2 :30,  ETHEL  COTTON  will 
lead  a  cultural  conversation  course — also  Monday  evening,  at 
8  o'clock,  beginning  September  Seventeenth. 


one  should  learn  to  speak  ^^the 

language  of  the  diplomats^'  at  a 

tender  age 

— in  order  that  your  children  may  do  this,  Mme.  Jeanne  Lowen- 
berg  will  teach  them  the  French  language  via  the  conversation 
method  and  colored  lantern  slides,  every  Saturday  morning,  at 
10  o'clock — class  starting  September  Fifteenth. 

^where  and  ho^w? 

at  the  Western  Women's  Club  o€  course 

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GOINGS  ON   ABOUT  TOWN 


THE  THEATRE 

Alcazar:  More  Tommy  with  Sidney  Toler  in 
the  part  of  the  practical  politician  and  Emer- 
son Trcacy  as  the  young  hero. 

Columbia:  Martin  and  Osa  Johnson  record 
four  years  in  the  African  jungles  in  the 
photoplay,  Simba,  which  follows  Dracula 
September  gth. 

Curran  :  Follows  the  farcical  Oli  What  a  Man 
with  the  heralded  Qood  Neivs. 

Geary:  The  Spider  gives  way  to  The  Eftyal 
Family,  Edna  Ferber  and  George  Kauffman's 
comedy  of  stage  life. 

Greek  Theatre  :  Berkeley.  Margaret  Anglin 
plays  Sophocles'  Antigone  Sunday,  Sep- 
tember 16,  6  p.  m. 

President:  Daisy  Mayme  is  to  be  repriced  by 
Daddies  Scpteinber  9. 

Blanding  Sloan's  Puppet  Theatre  :  Fairmont 
Hotel,  Thursday,  Friday  and  Saturday  eve- 
nings during  September,  Ralph  Chcsse's  pro- 
duction of  Hamlet. 

MOTION  PICTURES 

California:  Re-opened  August  31  with  Emil 
Jannings  in  The  Patriot.  Ne.vt  comes  Wings 
and  possibly  The  Wedding  March  and  In 
Lilac  Time. 

Granada  :  Popular  picture  features  accompa- 
nied by  vaudeville  ensembles  accompanied 
by  the  clowning  of  Frank  Jcnks. 

Embassy;  Another  talking  feature  with  Irene 
Rich  in  Women   They  Talk  About. 

St.  Francis  ;  King  of  Kings  at  popular 
prices. 

Warfield  :  Rube  Wolf  masters  the  ceremonies 
that  accompany  pictures  hot  from  the 
camera. 

LECTURES 

September    5:    "A   Spring    Floral    Pageant    in 
•        England,"  by  Juliet  James,  at  Paul  Elder's. 

(  September  15:  "Why  People  Travel,"  by  Earle 
G.  Lindsley,  at  Paul  Elder's, 


ART 
Courtesy  of  "The  Argus" 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie:  xi6  Maiden  Lane. 
Sept.  10  to  24,  paintings  by  Walt  Kuhn. 
Group  by  Beaux  Arts  members.  Sept.  11  at 
2:30,  lecture  by  Vaclav  Vytlacil  on  "Mod- 
ern Art." 

Bohemian  Club  :  Senator  James  D.  Phelan  Prize 
Competition  of  Figure  Paintings,  Sep.  8  to  15. 

CouRVoisiER  Gallery:  474  Post  Street.  Etch- 
ings, woodcuts  and  lithographs. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legion  of  Honor  : 
Sept.  9  to  30,  paintings  of  the  neo-classic 
school,  by  Lorser  Feitelson  and  Natalie 
Newking.  Sept.  16  to  Oct.  8,  exhibition  of 
pictorial  photography,  sponsored  by  the 
Pictorial  Photographic  Society  of  San  Fran- 
cisco. Jacob  Stern  loan  collection  of  paint- 
ings and  bronzes. 

De  Young  Memorial  Museum:  Golden  Gate 
Park.  Permanent  collections.  Art  lectures 
open  to  the  public  on  Wednesday  and  Sunday 
afternoons. 

East  West  Gallery  :  609  Sutter  Street. 
Through  Sept.  5,  paintings  and  drawings  by 
Lucretia  Van  Horn;  wood  sculpture  by  Col. 
Robert  O.  Van  Horn;  drawings  by  their 
daughters,  Margaret  and  Lucretia  Van 
Horn.  Sept.  6  to  26,  paintings  by  Rockwell 
Kent,  to  be  opened  with  a  reception  mark- 
ing the  first  anniversary  of  this  gallery. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery:  Sept.  4  to  25,  paintings, 
drawings  and  wood  blocks  by  Howard 
Simon. 

S.  &  G.  Gump  Gallery:  Sept.  4  to  16,  eigh- 
teenth century  mezzo-tints  from  the  private 
collection  of  Augustus  Pollack,  Etchings  o( 
European  architectural  subjects  by  Samuel 
Chamberlain.  Sept.  17  to  29,  wood  block 
prints  by  Judson  L.  Starr. 

Persian  Art  Centre:  557  Post  Street.  Rare 
works  of  art  from  the  collection  of  Dr. 
Ali-Kuli  Khan. 

Augustus  Pollack  Gallery:  453  Powell 
Street.  Chinese  paintings  and  ceramics. 

Schwabacher-Frey  Gallery  :  Etchings,  mezzo 
prints  and  wood  blocks. 

Vickery,  Atkins  &  Torrey:  550  Sutter  Street. 
Sept.  10  to  24,  annual  exhibition  of  the 
California  Society  of  Etchers. 

H.  Valdespino  Gallery  :  347  O'FarrcU  Street. 
Color  etchings  and  modern  German  prints. 


MUSIC 
The  Opera  Season: 
September  15:  Aida. 
September  17:  La  Cena  Delle  Beffe. 
September  19:  Tosca. 
September  21  ;  Madame  Butterfly. 
September  22 :  Turandot. 
September  24:  L'Amore  Dei  Tre  I{fi. 
September  25:  Fedora. 
September  27  :  Andrea  Chenier. 
September  29:  Matinee,  Tosca. 
September  29:  Night,  Faust. 
October  1 ;  Carmen. 
October  3  :  Cavalleria  I{usticana ,  Pagliacci. 

DINING  AND  DANCING 

Aldeane  Tea  Room:  275  Post  Street.  Unex- 
pectedly good  food — served  in  rose  colored 
glass.  Overlooking  Union  Square. 

The  Mark  Hopkins:  The  Peacock  Room. 
Hobnobing  with  the  Reigning  Dynasty  on 
Nob  Hill. 

Tait's-at-the-Beach:  On  Sloat  Boulevard. 
Looking  West  at  the  Far  East  while  dining 
and     dancing. 

The  St.  Francis  :  The  Garden  Room.  Good 
music  and  smart  people.  What  more? 

Courtyard  Tea  Room;  450  Grant  Ave.  Up- 
to-date  filling  station. 

Cafe  Marquard;  Geary  and  Mason.  Contin- 
entally  exciting.  It's  fun! 

Cabiria;   530   Broadway.    Informality   in   the 

heart  of  the  Latin  Quarter. 
The    Aladdin    Studio:     363     Sutter.     Oski! 

Wow!     Wow! — and  that  means  collegiate. 

Post  Street  Cafeteria:  62  Post  Street.  It's 
August  and  the  flowers  are  still  fresh — food 
for  summer  appetites — luncheon  only. 

The  Palace;  Rose  Room.  The  dancing  crowd 
seems  to  be  moving  this  way — and  with 
reason. 

The  Loggia;  126  Grant.  Luncheon,  tea  and 
dinner,  before,  during  and  after  shopping. 

Temple  Bar  Tea  Room:  No.  1  Tillman  Place. 
One  of  the  best  places  in  town  for  luncheon. 
No  foolin'. 


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JOSEPH  DYER,  Editor  &  Publisher 

RowENA  Mason,  Associate  Editor 

Aline  Kistler,  Assistant  Editor 

Contributing  Editors 

Charles  Caldwell  Dobie  Mollie  Merrick 

Anita  Day  Hubbard  Idwal  Jones 

Joseph  Henderson  George  Douglas 

Kathryn  Hulme  Elva  Williams 


Vol.  II 


SEPTEMBER,  1928 


No.  9 


CONTENTS 

The  New  Opera  House,  hy  Dr.  Arthur  Upham  Pope 
The  Peacock,  verse  by  Edna  Keough  -  -  - 

Johan  Hagemeyer.  camera  portrait  by  Edward  Weston 
Now  It  Can  Be  Told  -  -  -  _  _ 

Dean  David,  by  John  Parker      -  -  -  -  _ 

Jean  Lacoste's  Wt/e.  story  by  Charles  Caldwell  Dobie 
Epilogue,  verse  by  Ralph  Westerman     -  -  -  _ 

Tin  Types,  by  Zoe  A.  Battu  -  -  _  _ 

Third  Street  at  Night,  verse  by  Beth  Wendel     -  -  - 

Wooden  Davits,  etching  by  Armin  Hansen 
The  tgz8-2g  Art  Season  Opens  _  _  _  _ 

Trash,  story  by  Marcella  Burke        -  -  _  _ 

Amor  Gitano,  verse  by  Rex  Smith  -  _  _  _ 

Leone  Nesbit.  camera  portrait  by  Mary  Dale  Clark 
Football  Prospects,  by  Wallace  W.  Knox  -  .  . 

The  Right  Place  but  the  Wrong  Night,  cartoon  by  Sotomayor 
These  Here  Fairs,  humorous  article  by  0.  BR. 
Albert  Coates  and  G.  B.  S.,  photograph       -  -  . 

Reigning  Dynasty  -_-___ 

Miss  Helen  Horst.  crayon  sketch  by  Jose  Moya  del  Pino 
Mere  Animals,  verses  by  Flora  J .  Arnstein      -  -  - 

Are  We  Learning  to  Read,  by  Joseph  Henderson 
People  We  Know.  byH.S.  - 

As  Seen  by  Her — Chinese  Snuff  Bottles,  by  Henry  H  Hart 
Pacific  Coast  Showdom,  by  Jack  Campbell        -  _  _ 

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The  New  Opera  House 

Being  the  First  Official  Account  of  Its  Plans 


(Editor's  Note:  We  are  proud  to  publish  the  first 
official  article  which  gives  in  detail  the  plans  for 
San  Francisco's  new  Opera  House,  which  we  con- 
sider a  great  cultural  milestone  in  the  city's  prog- 
ress. Furthermore,  we  are  particularly  glad  that 
this  article  should  be  written  by  an  authority 
such  as  Dr.  Arthur  Upham  Pope  who,  in  his  posi- 
tion as  technical  advisor,  is  probably  better 
qualified  to  discuss  the  Opera  House  than  anyone 
else  connected  with  its  inception.) 

THE  Opera  House  is  at  last  under 
way.  The  whistles  are  screaming 
and  the  steam  shovels  are  groan- 
ing. If  the  day  has  seemed  to  most  people 
long  in  coming,  that  is  because  they  have 
not  appreciated  the  difficulties  involved. 
All  in  all,  with  the  possible  exception  of 
an  Art  Museum,  an  Opera  House  is  the 
most  difficult  of  all  buildings  to  design. 
The  great  opera  houses  in  Europe  have 
required  from  ten  to  fifteen  years  from 
their  inception  to  their  inauguration. 
Only  a  few  of  the  smaller  houses  have 
been  built  in  as  brief  a  time  as  six  years. 
The  task  of  building  the  San  Francisco 
Opera  House,  serious  enough  under  the 
most  favorable  circumstances,  has  been 
complicated  by  problems  of  site,  by 
intricate  legal  questions  arising  from  the 
fact  that  some  of  the  money  was  pri- 
vately subscribed  and  some  appropriated 
by  the  City.  All  of  these  problems  and 
many  more  have  been  finally  met.  The 
steel  plans  will  soon  be  ready  for  con- 
tract and  in  a  few  months  the  riveters 
will  make  clamorous  music  in  the  Civic 
Center. 

Although  every  feature  that  can  be 
improved  will  be  subject  to  criticism 
and  refinement  up  to  the  actual  moment 
of  contract  or  construction  and  though 
much  detailed  work  remains  to  be  done, 
the  major  plans  for  the  Opera  House 
may  fairly  be  said  to  be  finished. 


By  Dr.  ARTHUR  UPHAM  POPE 

EVER  since  the  first  successful  season 
held  in  the  Opera  House  of  New 
Almaden  in  1832,  Californians  of  the 
bay  region  have  shown  an  exceptionally 
lively  interest  in  opera.  Nowhere  in 
America  have  operatic  performances 
been  greeted  by  more  discriminating  and 
enthusiastic  audiences.  Even  in  the  70 's 
and  So's  the  approval  of  San  Francisco 
meant  a  great  deal  to  opera  singers  while 
in  the  last  few  years,  working  under 
harassing  handicaps,  San  Francisco  has 
staged  opera  that  has  at  points  touched 
international  standards  and  has  delighted 
large  audiences  that  have  almost  made 
opera  pay. 

With  such  a  background,  San  Fran- 
cisco deserved  and  was  properly  destined 
tor  an  opera  house  of  the  finest  quality. 
The  universal  desire  to  commemorate 
the  suffering  and  sacrifices  of  the  Great 
War,  the  praiseworthy  impulse  to  make 
the  cessation  of  the  conflict  the  occasion 
for  contributing  to  a  better  world  which 
was  not  achieved  by  military  action  or 
diplomacy,  have  found  a  natural  and 
fitting  fulfillment  in  the  program  for  a 
War  Memorial  that  includes  an  Art 
Museum  and  a  Veterans'  Building  as 
well  as  the  Opera  House,  a  group  of 
institutions  that  will  contribute  perma- 
nently to  the  happiness  and  well  being 
of  a  large  community. 

Because  opera  has  been  so  important 
in  this  community,  because  the  Opera 
House  is  thus  to  be  part  of  the  Great 
War  Memorial  and  because,  also,  it  is 
to  be  an  element  in  the  superbly  planned 
Civic  Center  it  will  be  one  of  the  most 
important  buildings  in  the  city,  perhaps 
the  most  important  in  its  influence  on 
the  taste  of  the  general  public.  But  be- 


cause ot  the  number,  variety  and  com- 
plexity of  the  requirements  that  have  to 
be  met,  it  has  also  been  one  of  the  most 
difficult  buildings  to  plan.  Entirely  aside 
from  the  complications  of  the  mechani- 
cal equipment  of  approach  and  circula- 
tion, there  are  numerous  conflicting 
problems  in  the  planning  of  the  audi- 
torium proper  each  of  which  had  to  be 
tuUy  met. 

T      T      T 

THE  auditorium  must,  of  course,  be 
primarily  adequate  and  satisfactory 
for  opera,  but  it  has  also  to  be  available 
for  symphony  concerts,  organ  recitals 
and  other  musical  occasions.  The  seating 
must,  for  the  sake  of  revenue,  be  as  large 
as  possible  consistent  with  the  highest 
dramatic  and  musical  quality.  Just  what 
this  number  is,  is  not  readily  determined 
and  has  been  the  subject  of  vigorous  dis- 
cussion. In  a  building  constructed  for 
musical  performances  the  first  requisite 
is  that  every  person  in  the  audience  be 
able  to  hear  perfectly  Furthermore,  for 
operatic  performances  it  is  almost  as 
important  to  see  as  to  hear.  The  exits 
and  levels  must  conform  to  rather  rigid 
municipal  regulations.  The  engineering 
has  many  especially  difficult  problems 
created  by  long  overhanging  balconies 
and  in  this  particular  case  there  is  a  great 
additional  perplexity,  the  result  of  sheer 
accident,  for  in  the  center  of  the  build- 
ing plot  boring  has  disclosed  a  spring 
with  a  powerful  up  pressure  which  has 
to  be  controlled.  All  of  these  structural 
problems  are  in  the  competent  hands  of 
Mr.  C.  H.  Snyder. 

An  infinite  amount  of  nonsense  and 
quackery  has  been  dispensed  in  the  name 
of  acoustics.   Self  appointed   amateurs 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


have  recommended  surrounding  the  en- 
tire auditorium  with  a  thick  water 
jacket  Ukc  an  automobile  cylinder. 
Others  have  asserted  that  satisfactory 
acoustics  are  the  result  only  o(  some 
unpredictable  and  mysterious  magic 
while  still  others  have  insisted  that  the 
modern,  scientific  acoustician  could  de- 
sign an  auditorium  with  perfect  musical 
acoustics  even  though  it  had  a  seating 
capacity  often  thousand,  in  order  to  get 
an  authoritative  judgment  on  these 
problems  the  committee  brought  out 
from  New  York  Mr.  Clifford  M.  Swan 
who  is  thought  by  competent  judges  to 
be  one  of  the  greatest  acousticians  living 
and  the  ablest  man  available  for  consul- 
tation. Intricate  problems  of  echoes, 
dead  spots,  reverberations  and  various 
types  of  interferences  have  all  been 
solved  and  while  the  exact  acoustical 
quality  of  the  auditorium  cannot  at  this 
moment  be  predicted,  it  is  safe  to  say 
that  it  will  be  not  only  adequate  but 
superior.  San  Francisco  has  no  audi- 
torium in  which  the  acoustics  are  really 
satisfactory.  The  new  Opera  House  will 
be  a  revelation  to  most,  not  merely  for 
the  audibility,  but  for  the  purity  of 
tones,  for  the  delicacy  of  nuances  and  for 
the  clarity  and  ease  with  which  tones 
and  passages  close  to  the  border  line  of 
perceptibility  can  be  appreciated  .These  are 
all  essential  qualitiesofmusicalexcellence. 
Such  details  as  a  specially  constructed 
resonant  screen  to  serve  as  sounding 
board  for  the  symphony  orchestra,  and 
the  use  of  absorptive  materials  to  elimi- 
nate reflected  sounds  at  the  critical 
points  are  but  a  few  of  the  innumerable 
provisions  that  have  been  devised  to 
deliver  the  most  perfect  musical  sound 
possible  in  so  large  an  auditorium. 


To  provide  an  adequate  architectural 
form  which  will  fully  meet  all  these 
conditions  has  at  times  seemed  insuper- 
ably difficult.  The  spaces  and  the  wall 
areas  are  all  determined  by  considera- 
tions entirely  indifferent  to  the  demands 
of  good  architecture  and  apparently  at 
points  in  conflict  with  its  elementary 
requirements.  The  creation  of  an  appro- 
priate, rich  and  monumental  setting 
under  these  circumstances  has  taxed  the 
resources  of  the  architects  to  the  utmost. 
Scores  of  painstaking  studies  have  been 
made. 

The  architecture  of  the  corridors  and 
assembly  rooms  provide  freer  oppor- 
tunities which  have  been  admirably  met. 
The  exterior  is  imposing  and  massive  as 
becomes  a  building  which  is  essentially 
a  monument  and  is  destined  to  serve  for 
centuries.  Between  the  Opera  House  and 
the  Museum  and  Veterans'  Building 
will  be  a  Memorial  Court  of  great 
beauty.  Both  these  buildings  seen  from 
a  distance  will  function  almost  as  wings 
of  the  City  Hall  and  they  have  been 


developed  in  a  harmonious  and  digni- 
fied relation  so  that  the  City  Hall,  one 
of  America's  finest  buildings,  will  be 
substantially  enhanced.  It  has  been  of 
great  advantage  to  the  final  result  that 
the  Opera  House  and  the  adjoining 
building  have  been  in  the  hands  of  the 
same  architect  who  scored  such  a  tri- 
umph in  the  City  Hall,  Mr.  Arthur 
Brown,  Jr. 


The  Peacock 

By  Edna   Keough 

A  golden  peacock  prancing 
(That  I  had  seen  before). 
To  my  door  came  a  dancing 
And  paced  upon  the  floor. 

He  spread  his  golden  feathers. 
And  crossed  his  eyes  to  see 
The  flustratcd  sensation 
His  beauty  caused  in  me. 


EVERY  effort  has  been  made  to  bring 
the  physical  plant  up  to  an  excep- 
tional degree  of  efficiency  and  economy 
ot  operation  as  well  as  comfort.  Under 
the  Memorial  Court  between  the  two 
buildings  there  will  be  a  huge  subway 
permitting  three  lines  of  motors,  one  of 
taxis  and  two  of  private  cars,  and  pro- 
viding four  hundred  and  eighty  feet  of 
loading  and  discharging  space,  all  under 
shelter,  a  great  convenience  in  wet 
weather.  In  this  each  section  is  num- 
bered to  facilitate  the  finding  of  cars. 

The  amplitude  and  convenience  of 
circulation  are  exceptional.  On  all  floors 
there  are  wide  corridors  leading  to 
every  part  of  the  building  so  that  the 
entr'acte  promenades  will  naturally  be- 
come a  feature.  The  smoking  and  public 
dressing  rooms  and  the  cafe  are  all  spa- 
cious and  permit  of  interesting  decorat- 
ive treatment.  On  the  second  floor  there 
is  a  magnificent  assembly  room,  40x140 
feet,  which  will  be  especially  suitable  for 
chamber  music  concerts  but  will  also  be 
a  valuable  promenade  and  gathering 
place  during  operatic  performances. 
Architecturally  this  room  has  possibili- 
ties for  a  sumptuous  and  unusual  treat- 
ment 

T       T       ▼ 

THE  seats  in  comfort  and  size  will 
probably  exceed  anything  now  in 
use  in  America.  The  rows  are  so  far 
apart  it  will  be  possible  for  late  comers 
to  reach  their  places  in  the  middle  with- 
out disturbing  those  already  seated.  The 
distance  from  back  to  back  of  the  chairs 
is  four  inches  more  than  in  Dreamland 
Auditorium  and  an  inch  between  seats 
counts  more  than  on  the  end  of  one's 
nose. 

The  total   number  of  seats  is  3450. 
This  includes  25  bo.xes  each  with  eight 


chairs.  Every  seat  will  command  a  clear 
and  unobstructed  view  of  the  stage  in- 
cluding the  backdrop  to  a  considerable 
height.  There  arc  some  opera  houses  like 
La  Scala  in  Milan  and  the  present  Met- 
ropolitan in  which  hundreds  of  people 
cannot  sec  into  the  stage.  The  sight 
lines,  circulation  and  innumerable  details 
concerning  theatre  operation  and  design 
have  been  planned  by  Mr.  G.  Albert 
Lansburgh. 

T      ▼       T 

THE  plans  for  the  stage  block  have 
been  prepared  under  the  supervision 
of  Mr.  Armando  Agninni,  the  technical 
expert  for  the  Metropolitan  Opera 
House  and  one  of  the  outstanding  au- 
thorities on  opera  and  stage  technicali- 
ties. He  has  been  advisor  to  a  number  of  I 
European  houses  also.  The  entire  stage 
equipment  is  so  spacious,  varied  and 
ingenious,  it  will  represent  to  the  aver- 
age stage  director  Heaven  itself.  The 
stage,  one  of  the  largest  in  existence,  is 
140  feet  wide  and  90  feet  deep  with  a 
proscenium  52  feet  wide  and  50  feet 
high.  The  stage  block  itself  is  116  feet 
high,  giving  exceptional  room  for  stor- 
age and  operations  above  the  stage.  Back 
of  the  stage  proper  is  a  secondary  stage 
18x100  which  permits  of  the  setting  up 
of  the  decors  so  that  they  can  be  skidded 
into  place  rapidly  and  noiselessly  with 
the  minimum  delay.  Below  the  stage  is 
a  double  cellar  for  storing  sets.  The 
cyclorama,  which  is  a  sort  of  permanent 
back  drop  especially  effective  in  scenes 
calling  for  a  wide  expanse  of  sky,  is 
fixed,  obviating  the  usual  wrinkles  and 
cracks  which  are  so  destructive  of  illu- 
sion and  it  is  constructed  on  the  curve 
which  gives  the  best  optical  and  acousti- 
cal effects  combined. 

The  floor  of  the  stage  will  be  built  in 
transverse  sections  four  and  a  half  feet 
wide,  all  of  which  can  be  elevated  or 
depressed.  This  permits  a  wide  range  of 
adaptation  in  the  setting  of  the  stage 
and  it  also  gives  the  director  full  visual 
control  of  the  entire  personnel,  including 
the  singers  at  the  very  back  of  the  set. 
The  section  in  the  rear  can  be  elevated 
as  high  as  20  feet  and  those  in  the  front 
depressed  as  much  as  11  feet. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

THE  orchestra  pit  is  on  hydraulic  lifts 
so  that  it  can  be  raised  to  the  level  of 
the  stage  floor  and  thus  be  made  avail- 
able for  symphony  performances.  In  this 
way  the  entire  orchestra  of  125  musi- 
cians will  be  in  front  ot  the  fire  curtain 
so  that  it  will  be  playing  inside  the  audi- 
torium, thus  avoiding  the  dissipation  of 
sound  in  the  flies  and  wings  inevitable 
when  the  orchestra  is  on  a  stage,  and 
also  giving  the  intimacy  of  contact  be- 
tween the  performers  and  the  audience 
so  necessary  for  full  aesthetic  realization. 
The  lighting  also  is  of  the  very  latest 
type,   involving  some  apparatus  ot  re- 

Contjnued  on  page  28 


SEPTEMBER,  1928 


II 


yohan  Hagemeyer 


This  modern  artist  whose  camera  zvorkhas  brought  htm  the  title  of^the  Steichen  of  The  San  Franciscan"  is  photographed 

by  Ldivard  Weston,  his  most  distinguished  Western  confrere.  Weston  has  left  his  Los 

Angeles  studio  to  work  for  a  time  in  San  Francisco. 


12 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


UPON  visiting  chc  rc-cstahlishcJ 
American  household  of  a 
friend,  who  had  just  completed 
five  years'  residence  in  China,  we  com- 
mented upon  the  fact  that  no  Oriental 
servants  were  in  evidence  about  the 
menage.  We  supposed  that  our  tricnd 
had  come  to  look  upon  their  \'irtues  ot 
faithfulness,  discretion,  thoroughness 
and  diligence  as  indispensible  to  the 
smooth  functioning  of  a  home. 

Speedily  our  friend  informed  us  that 
we  suffered  somewhat  trom  faulty  im- 
pressions. While  in  the  Orient  she  had 
nad  in  her  employ  an  elderly  Chinaman 


who  went  by  the  name  of  Wong.  Every 
morning  Wong  bore  breakfast  to  the 
bedside  of  his  mistress,  and  never  once 
did  he  open  the  door  at  an  awkward  or 
embarrassing  moment.  His  mistress 
wondered  if  this  could  be  due  to  some 
intuition  peculiar  to  the  Oriental  and 
unknown  to  the  Occidental.  It  was  pos- 
itively uncanny  and  finally  she  asked 
Wong  about  it. 

Wong  looked  at  his  mistress  with 
crahy  impassiveness.  But  being  a  truth- 
ful soul,  he  revealed  the  mystery  of  his 
seeming  sixth  sense.  "Missee,"  he  in- 
formed her,  "I  work  tor  many  ladies, 
many  houses.  1  carry  lotsa  breakfast  to 
bed.  1  never  come  in  wrong  time.  First 
I  take  look  through  key  hole." 

▼       T       T 

BELIEVE  it  or  not,  but  we  were  privi- 
leged just  the  other  day  to  behold 
the  phenomenon  wherein  one  of  the 
younger  generation  celebrated  her  21st 
birthday  by  smoking  her  first  cigarette. 
And  we  will  have  you  know  that  this 
young  person  was  no  flat  tire,  nor  had 
she  been  educated  in  any  French  con- 
vents, those  strongholds  of  archaic, 
hypocritical  conventionalism. 

Presently  the  child  began  to  worry 
about  tobacco  stains  on  her  fingers,  fear- 
ing lest  these  evidences  of  her  newly 
acquired  habit  might  offend  her  guests 
at  a  party  being  given  in  her  honor  that 
same  evening.  We  assured  her  that,  as 
yet  she  did  not  have  to  worry  about  un- 
sightly fingers,  but  we  cautioned  her 
against  gorging  herself  further  from  a 
box  of  choice,  expensive  and  delectable 
chocolates  that  she  had  been  dipping 
into  all  afternoon.   "Your  breath,"  we 


told  the  child  a  trifle  impatiently, 
"smells  like  a  rum  factory  from  those 
candies  yet  you  worry  about  your  fin- 
gers after  one  cigarette." 

The  juvenile  gazed  at  us  speechless, 
incredulous.  "Rum,"  she  exclaimed, 
"these  candies  had  rum  in  them!  1 
thought  they  tasted  like  mince  pie." 


THIS  tale,  which  happened  quite  re- 
cently, has  to  do  with  a  horse  and 
buggy.  We  repeat  emphatically — a  horse 
and  buggy — and  note  again  that  the 
time  is  the  present,  lest  some  of  our 
readers  be  inclined  to  think  we  are  at- 
tempting to  force  upon  them  a  tale  of 
the  good  old  days  in  modern  tense.  To 
be  even  more  specific,  said  horse  and 
buggy  were  standing  in  front  of  the 
Fly  Trap  on  Sutter  Street,  that  establish- 
ment so  long  and  honorably  associated 
with  the  city's  best  gastonomical  tradi- 
tions. The  sidewalk  trap  door,  leading 
to  the  basement  of  the  restaurant,  was 
open.  Suddenly  the  horse,  whose  driver 
was  absent,  shied  violently  at  some- 
thing, reared,  lost  his  balance  and  with 
a  resounding  crash  plunged  through  the 
open  trap  into  the  basement. 

Instantly  the  neighborhood  was  in  up- 
roar. An  immense  crowd  quickly  gath- 
ered, avid  to  see  the  unfortunate  steed 
hopelessly  and  awkwardly  dangled  in 
his    broken    and    tangled    harness.      In 


response  to  urgent  summons,  there 
clattered  up  to  the  scene  a  horse  ambu- 
lance, or  whatever  it  is  that  functions 
in  such  emergencies.  A  hoist  was  rigged 
and  with  a  little  maneuvering  the  ani- 
mal was  lifted  out  of  the  basement, 
landed  in  the  ambulance  and  borne 
away  .  .  .  The  show  was  over  but, 
instead  of  scattering,  the  laughing  crowd 
surged  toward  the  window  of  the  res- 
taurant where  the  opportunist  manager 
had  posted  the  sign;  "Everybody  Wel- 
come— But  Please  Use  the  Front  Door." 


WE  must  with  joyous  spirit  and  fit- 
ting comraderie  welcome  to  the 
publishing  fraternity,  San  Francisco's 
newest  magazine.  The  Telegraph  Hill 
Washout,  which  has  just  appeared  on 
the  news  stands.  As  to  the  policies  and 
aims  of  this  newest  effort,  we  can  do  no 


better  than  to  quote  its  editors:  "We 
have  no  policy.  Our  aims  are  first,  and 
primarily,  to  amuse  ourselves;  second, 
and  incidentally,  to  amuse  such  other 
human  beings  as  happen  to  be  blessed 
(or  cursed  if  you  prefer)  with  somewhat 
similar  mentality. 


"If  we  have  anything  properly  des- 
cribable  as  a  general  plan  it  is  to  mirror 
the  life  of  Telegraph  Hill;  .  .  not  in 
the  limited  geographical  sense,  but  as 
described  in  that  oft-quoted  definition, 
'Telegraph  Hill  is  not  so  much  a  loca- 
tion as  a  state  of  mind.' 

"We  are,  however,  making  no  prom- 
ises, except  that  we  expect  to  be  totally 
unreliable.  This  goes  for  subscribers, 
too." 

How  delightful  all  this.  No  sobbing 
for  service.  No  lofty  presentations.  No 
yen  for  uplift.  No  clamor  about  bigger 
and  better  things.  Nothing  save  honesty. 
If  this  gay  bunch  of  Bohemians  be 
thieves,  they  are,  at  least,  honest  scoun- 
drels, free  of  the  cant  of  hypocrisy.  We 
wish  them  well  and  may  they  and  their 
Washouts  find  favor  in  the  Devil's 
sight. 

▼    ▼    ▼ 

SPEAKING  of  new  publications  and 
their  policies,  we  squandered  one 
perfectly  good  dime  on  a  sheet  calling 
itself  The  Financial  Ti7nes  and  dedi- 
cated, by  its  own  admission,  to  telling 
the  terrible  truth  about  Western  finan- 
cial operations  and  the  way  in  which 
unsuspecting  innocents  are  shorn  of  hard 
won  shekels  by  the  wolves  who  prowl 
Montgomery  Street.  Like  most  people 
who  revel  in  the  sewers  of  sensational-  1 
ism,  the  editors  of  this  publication  have 
a  neat  facility  for  presenting  half  facts 
as  whole  stories.  Like  most  reformers  ; 
they  are  notoriously  deficient  in  under- 
standing of  the  thing  they  would  reform, 
or  else  they  falsify  or  suppress  certain 
facts  relative  to  the  case.  • 

Likewise  in  the  manner  of  reformers  i 
these  fellows  are  self  endowed  with  spot-  : 
lessly   white   robes   of  virtue.    Around 
their   heads   are   halos;    in   their   hands 
harps,  hymn  books,  trumpets  and  all  the  • 
paraphernalia  of  the  righteous.  The  hosts  ' 
of   iniquity  persecute  and  seek  to  tear 
them  to  shreds.   Every  man's  hand  is 
against   them.    Opportunistic    ballyhoo 
this!  Bad  luck  to  them   and  may  the 
Devil  take  the  sheet. 


SEPTEMBER,   1928 


13 


As  apartment  house  and  Hat  dwellers 
,/~V  in  a  highly  complex  and  urban 
environment,  we  have  known  dogs  to 
acquire  airs  quite  in  keeping  with  their 
surroundings.  Their  company  manners 
are  really  taultless.  They  become  high 
hat,  detached,  nonchalant,  swank,  so- 
phisticated and  contemptuous  of  lesser 
mortals  and  canines,  as  befits  aristocrats 
who  are  well  groomed,  well  ted  and 
tashionably  collared.  Apparently  they 
realize  that  the  elemental  instincts,  the 
healthy  spontaneous  desires  of  their 
kind  have  no  place  in  the  refinements  of 
civilization. 

But  alas,  these  instincts  will  have  ex- 
pression. Even  in  the  case  of  apartment 
house  dogs  there  is  much  which  may  be 
said  for  Mr.  Freud's  theories  of  thwarted 
instincts  and  compromise  expression  of 
them.  Civilization  is,  after  all,  but  a 
thin  veneer,  as  we  had  occasion  to  ob- 
serve in  the  apartment  of  a  friend,  who 
owns  one  of  these  pampered  pets.  His 
bed  is  a  thing  of  elegance  and  costly 
comfort — a  low  couch  affair  built  espe- 
cailly  for  him.  Upon  cleaning  it,  the 
maid  removed  pillows  and  the  mattress, 
and  lo,  there  was  revealed  a  touching 
secret,  hlis  dogship  had  cached  beneath 
the  bed  a  goodly  supply  of  rather  smelly, 
greasy  bones. 

T       T       T 

A  SLIGHTLY  new  version  of  the  love 
note  business  comes  unexpectedly 
to  hand.  It  appears  that  the  bridegroom 
of  a  local  and  recent  fashionable  wed- 
ding had,  some  weeks  prior  to  his  final 
doom,  allowed  his  attentions  to  wander 
He  had  fallen  impractically,  idiotically 
and  insanely  in  love  with  a  fair,  lovely 
and    altogether    worthy    creature,    who 
was — well,  of  another  race  and  unfortu- 
nately   lacking    in    the    seasoned,    local 
ancestry  and  background  enjoyed  by  the 
formally  betrothed  young  lady.   It  was 
;  necessary  to  apply  considerable  parental 
'.  pressure  to  bring  the  erring  and  wander- 
■  ing  one  back  into  the  prescribed  fold, 
;  but  despite  parental  vigilance  the  youth 


,had  sent  his  beloved  several  epistles 
exquisitely  idyllic  in  sentiment  and 
wording. 

The  lady  who  lost  to  realism  and  the 
■  law  of  society  perpetrated  ironic  revenge. 
She  gathered  together  the  love  notes, 
'tied  them  daintily  with  a  pink  ribbon 
and  dispatched  them  Special  Delivery  to 
arrive  at  the  bride's  home  upon  the 
.morning  of  her  wedding.  How  hollow 
[the  triumphs  of  literalism! 


RETURNING  to  Los  Angeles  and  en- 
^  virons  after  an  absence  of  twenty 
years,  a  prominent  opera  star  recently 
watched  30,000  people  file  into  the 
Hollywood  Bowl  for  a  symphony  per- 
formance. Other  thousands  were  turned 
away  in  disappointment.  This  was  al- 
most incredible  to  the  gentleman  of  the 
opera.  Only  the  evidence  of  his  sight 
could  have  convinced  him  that  the  mir- 
acle actually  existed. 

The  incident  started  him  reminiscing. 
Two  decades  previous  our  singer  had 
sung  three  solid  weeks  of  opera  in  San 
Francisco  to  packed  houses.  Los  Angeles 
was  then  in  the  tank  town  class.  Holly- 
wood did  not  exist.  The  available  struc- 
tures in  which  opera  might  be  staged  in 
Los  Angeles  were  few  and  inadequate. 
But   in   spite   of  these   drawbacks,    the 


company  of  which  our  singer  was  a 
member  decided  to  play  in  the  Southern 
community  for  one  night. 

The  company's  visit  caused  consider- 
able flurry.  The  newspapers  heralded  the 
one  night  stand  as  a  momentous  event. 
And  the  first  thing  that  greeted  the  eyes 
ot  the  opera  singers  on  their  arrival  in 
Los  Angeles  was  a  flock  of  signs,  posted 
in  every  haberdashery,  "Buy  your  stifl 
shirt  for  the  OPERA  SEASON." 


BY  a  late  issue  of  The  American  Mer- 
cury we  learn  that  the  highly  di- 
verting literary  battle  raging  between 
Messrs.  TuUy  and  Sinclair  has  pro- 
gressed to  the  point  where  the  combat- 
ants are  agreed  that  Mr.  Sinclair  does 
not  own  the  dog  who  so  vigorously  set 
upon  Mr.  Tully's  messenger  to  the  Sin- 
clair domicile.  The  canine,  Mr.  Sinclair 
makes  plain,  must  have  belonged  to  a 
neighbor. 

This  agreement,  as  Mr.  Brisbane  so 
often  and  sagely  observes,  is  interesting. 
It  has  been  arrived  at  by  a  prodigious 
amount  of  written  (and  paid  for)  argu- 
ment. It  establishes  nothing,  save  that 
two  alleged  mental  heavyweights  and 
champions  of  the  "Friend  to  Man" 
doctrine  have  passed  the  buck  to  a  de- 
fenseless, inarticulate  and  most  likely 
harmless  canine,  who,  at  the  time  of  the 
messenger's  visit,  happened  to  be  in  the 
vicinity  of  the  Sinclair  premises,  and  by 
virtue  of  Tully's  overwrought  imagina- 
tion becomes  a  bloodthirsty  monster. 
Mr.  Sinclair,  on  his  part,  merely  falsely 
flatters    himself    in    supposing    that    a 


neighbor's  dog  would  put  himself  out 
to  guard  the  Sinclair  back  yard,  for  as 
anyone  knows,  who  is  at  all  familiar 
with  dogs,  they  are  given  pretty  strictly 
to  minding  their  own  business  and  the 
business  and  possessions  of  one  house- 
hold and  master  only. 

We  therefore  rise  to  the  defense  of  the 
dog  and  suggest  that  Messrs.  Tully  and 
Sinclair  find  some  other  ground  for 
agreement  more  in  keeping  with  their 
vaunted  talents  and  powers  ot  logic. 


A  SOCIETY  woman  late  of  New  York 
and  now  of  San  Francisco  was 
recently  a  guest  at  a  dinner  dance.  The 
liquid  refreshments  provided  were  plen- 
tiful and  excellent  and  under  their  influ- 
ence the  lady  tended  to  lose  something 
of  the  formality  of  strict  social  custom. 
As  she  was  dancing,  she  espied  a  digni- 
fied, portly  gentleman,  whom  she  took 
to  be  a  prominent  Eastern  physician  of 
her  acquaintance,  but  who  is  really  a 
well  known  local  judge. 

Desiring  to  attract  the  attention  of 
her  supposed  physician  friend,  she  gaily 
waived  her  handkerchief  at  him  from 
the  center  of  the  dance  floor.  As  she 
and  her  partner  approached  the  gentle- 
man, the  matron  hailed  him  in  jovial, 
hearty,  if  unduly  familiar  terms.  In- 
stantly the  judge  froze.  His  dignity 
bristled  and  crackled.  To  the  well 
meant,  but  mistaken  greeting,  he  shout- 
ed, "I  dont  wish  to  know  you.  I  don't 
wish  to  know  you." 

Such  a  rumpus  did  the  gentleman  of 
the  bench  make  that,  the  dancing  was 
halted  completely.  There  were  introduc- 
tions, explanations  and  attempted  arbi- 
tration. The  lady  apolgized,  contritely, 
huiTibly.  The  judge,  however,  obsti- 
nately  refused    to    unbend.    He    would 


accept  no  apologies,  nor  would  he  even 
acknowledge  having  heard  them.  The 
lady  retired  from  the  party,  sobered  but 
cursing.  The  judge  stumped  out,  wrap- 
ped in  his  dignity 

Unfortunate  in  the  extreme.  But  we 
caution  tolerance  on  the  part  of  the  lady, 
what  with  prohibition,  divorce  epi- 
demics, Sally  trials,  graft  trials,  oil 
investigations,  etc.,  the  gentlemen  of 
the  bench  have  to  do  something — any- 
thing to  uphold  a  former,  but  now 
vanishing  dignity. 

The  San  Franciscans 


14 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Dean  David 


Claiming  "The  Dean  of  American  Producers"  as  a  Native  Son 

ByJOHN  PARKER 


IN  those  tumultu- 
ous years  of  the 
Gold  Rush  a 
city  was  born 
the  livest,  the  most 
picturesque  ot 
American  towns — 
San  Francisco.  The 
air  was  charged 
with  excitement, 
gold  flowed  in  from 
the  hills,  wind- 
jammers laden  with 
romance  s  1  o  w  1  y 
ploughed  their  way 
around  the  Horn  to 
the  Golden  Gate — 
wearily  and  hope- 
fully, caravans 
crawled  monoto- 
nously across  the 
plains.  San  Fran- 
cisco then  was  a  city 
of  conflict,  of  con- 
trasting nationali- 
ties— M  e  X  i  c  a  n 
greasers,  American 
squatters,  Jesuits 
from  the  Missions, 
sailors,  adventur- 
esses— it  was,  in  a 
word,  cosmopol- 
itan. 

In  a  cellar  room 
on  Howard  Street, 
July  25th,  1853,  a 
son,  David,  was 
born  to  the  Belas- 
cos.  Humphrey  Be- 
lasco,  David's  fa- 
ther, a  well-known 
harlequin  in  the 
London  theatre,  too, 
had  answered  the 
lure  of  the  Gold 
Rush.  It  was  in  this 
turbulent  city  amid 
humble  surround- 
ings that  David  Be- 
lasco  laid  the  foun- 
dation for  his  un- 
usual career  as  an  American  producer. 

He  attended  the  Lincoln  School  then 
at  5th  and  Market  Streets.  One  of  his 
instructors,  it  is  interesting  to  note,  was 
Miss  "Nellie"  Holbrook,  mother  of  the 
late  Holbrook  Blinn,  a  splendid  actor 
and  a  San  Franciscan.  David  earned  a 
rather  enviable  reputation  for  himself  as 
an  elocutionist  during  the  period  he  was 
under  the  tutelage  of  Miss  Holbrook 
and  it  was  some  years  later  that  she 
launched  him  in  his  first  professional 
engagement  by  introducing  him  to  the 


DAVID   BELASCO 

manager  of  the  old  California  Theatre 
on  lower  Sacramento  Street. 

During  the  "sixties"  and  "seventies," 
San  Francisco  was  in  every  sense  of  the 
word  a  theatrical  metropolis.  The  en- 
thusiasm of  the  time  could  not  help 
but  give  rise  to  what  was  fine  in  the 
theatre.  The  very  best  players  in  the 
country  flocked  here.  It  was  here  that 
Lotta  Crabtree,  daughter  of  a  Scotch 
gold  seeker,  sang  and  played  to  thou- 
sands and,  incidentally,  accumulated  a 
vast   fortune — here  that   Modjeska 


made  her  first  Amer- 
ican appearance  in 
1877 —  Edwin 
Booth,  Jr.,  too 
served  his  profes- 
sional novitiate  in 
the  San  Francisco 
theatre.  Charles 
Kean,  Adelaide 
Nielson,  Clara 
Morris,  the  elder 
Sothern  and  innu- 
merable others  per- 
formed   here. 

David  Belasco's 
childhood  experi- 
ences were  varied — 
newsboy,  messen- 
ger, shopboy,  and 
book  clerk.  In  order 
to  enhance  the  fam- 
ily fortune  which  to 
be  sure  was  a  some- 
what meagre  one, 
he  would  recite  at 
dives — and  there 
were  many — such 
pieces  as  "Curfew 
Shall  Not  Ring  to- 
night," "The  Mad- 
man," and  some  of 
his  own  composi- 
tion. He  was  always 
in  direct  contact 
with  people  of  the 
theatre  as  he  grew 
older  and  learned 
much  from  those 
great  troupers  of  the 
time.  He  had  an  oc- 
casional part  in  the 
various  productions 
one  of  which  was 
"Emperor  Norton" 
in  the  Chapman 
Sisters'  production 
of  "The  Gold  De- 
mon" which  was  an 
outstanding  success. 
He  played  Armand 
to  the  Camille  ot 
Mrs.  Bates,  well-known  actress  and 
mother  ot  Blanche  Bates. 

It  wasn't  long  before  his  entire  time 
was  devoted  to  the  theatre  in  the  ca- 
pacities of  reader  and  reciter,  mimic, 
theatrical  manager,  teacher  of  acting, 
scene  painter,  stage  manager,  advance 
agent  and  playwright.  At  the  age  of 
twenty-nine,  it  was  a  matter  of  "bigger 
fields  to  conquer"  so  he  left  us  to  become 
stage  manager  of  the  MadisonSquareThe- 
atre  in  New  York  City  for  the  Frohmans. 

Continued  on  page  30 


SEPTEMBER,  1928 


15 


Jean  Lacoste's  Wife 

Wherein  Red  Hate  Stains  White  Love 


JEAN  Lacoste's  wife  came  suddenly 
upon  the  three  cypress  trees  that 
marked  the  road  to  Moss  Beach,  and 
she  sat  down.  She  was  very  tired  But 
Jean  Lacoste's  wife  could  not  remember 
when  she  had  been  anything  but  tired. 
Life,  to  her,  seemed  just  one  long,  un- 
finished task,  a  succession  of  days  that 
came  and  went  with  dull  regularity — 
days  ot  toil,  days  of  sickness,  days  of 
fast. 

Years  ago,  in  her  own  country,  she 
had  experienced  an  occasional  feast  day. 
When  she  was  confirmed  there  had  been 
feasting  and  much  wine;  when  she  was 
married  there  had  been  feasting  and 
much  wine;  and  when  her  child  was 
christened — yes,  there  had  been  feasting 
and  much  wine  again.  The  thought  of 
her  child  brought  her  to  her  feet.  Jean 
Lacoste's  wife  shook  bits  of  dead  cypress 
from  her  skirt  and  started  once  more 
toward  the  village. 

From  the  three  cypress  trees  the  road 
dipped,  running  thread-like  along  the 
deep-bosomed  California  hills,  naked, 
unashamed  hills,  that  rolled  treeless  to 
the  sandy  flats  below.  A  June  trade- 
wind  ruffled  the  sea,  and  ran  gayly 
through  the  uncut  fields.  Jean  Lacoste's 
wife  held  her  hat  in  place  and  dragged 
herself  wearily  down-hill. 

By  the  time  she  reached  Moss  Beach 
she  was  fagged,  but  the  thought  of  her 
child  gave  zest  to  her  errand.  She  passed 
the  church  and,  halting  a  moment  before 
the  general  store,  crossed  the  street  and 
opened  the  bakery  door,  A  pleasant 
smell  of  fresh  bread  enveloped  her.  Jean 
Lacoste's  wife  sank  upon  a  bench  by  the 
counter. 

A  German  came  out  and  stared  at  her; 
she  rose. 

"Please,"  she  faltered,  "I  wish  to  buy 
a  cake." 

The  man  coughed.     "A  cake!'  Well, 
j  here  they  are." 

;       She  went  closer  to  inspect  the  assort- 
ment. The  cakes  were  all  small — piti- 
fully small. 
I       "They — you  have  no  more?" 

The   German    motioned    her    to    the 

other   side   of  the   shop.    She   tollowed 

dumbly.    He    reached    up    on    a    shelt, 

brought  down  a  box,  opened  it  with  a 

flourish.    A    cake    came    into    view — a 

,  round,    white   cake,    with    little    silver 

I  sweetmeats  scattered  upon  it.  Jean  La- 

i  coste's  wife  clasped  her  hands. 

j       "It — it  is  very   beautiful,"   she  said 

fearfully,  almost  hopelessly,  and  put  50 

cents  on  the  counter. 

The  German  sniffled  scorniully.  "Fifty 


By  CHARLES  CALDWELL  DOBIE 

cents!  I  am  not  crazy!  "  He  began  to  set 
the  cake  back  upon  the  shelf. 

Her  despair  made  her  suddenly  bold. 
"But  you  do  not  understand,  monsieur," 
she  began  pitifully  "I  have  only  511 
cents,  and  tomorrow  is  my  child's  birth- 
day— she  will  be  five  years  old.  And  I 
have  walked  from  Jean  Lacoste's  ranch 
just  tor  a  cake — a  white  cake  like  this 
one !" 


EpUoguej) 

By  Ralph  Westerman 

When  dull,  gray  whispers  brush  againsc 

the  dark 
Of  wall  too  ominous  to  answer  them, 
I  shall  he  intent  upon  this  spark 
Star-struck  from  some  unholy  diadem  : 
Enraptured  with  the  triumph  of  this  hour 
I  grant  the  right  to  you  and  yours  to  make 
Gestures  significant  of  ancient  power 
Before  the  eyes  of  gods  yet  unawake. 
Concessions  to  your  grim,   unchanging 

vows 
Entail  no  greater  loss  than  laughter.  1 
Shall  contemplate  my  virtues,  and  arouse 
Enough  of  conscience's  balm  to  satisfy. 
....  Your    righteous    fury    slays    the 

sympathy 
1  might  have  given — had  you  lied  to 
me! 


Her  voice  startled  him.  "From  Jean 
Lacoste's  ranch?  Are  you " 

"Yes,  I  am  Jean  Lacoste's  wife.  " 

"Then  why " 

She  interrupted  him  with  a  gesture 
and  began  to  speak  rapidly,  fearful  that 
her  halting  English  would  suddenly  fail. 

"Because  we  are  very  poor,  monsieur. 
Always  there  is  something.  Last  winter 
we  lost  four  cows.  Then  in  the  spring  it 
rained  and  rained.  We  could  not  get  milk 
to  town.  I  made  cheese,  but  nobody 
would  buy .  And  I  worked  hard,  monsieur 
— so  very  hard!  We  have  twelve  cows, 
and  my  husband  has  no  time.  He  must 
deliver  the  milk — and  then  he  must  be 
pleasant  with  his  friends.  So  these  twelve 
cows — I  must  milk  them,  and  drive 
them  out  to  pasture,  and  mix  their  bran. 
And  then  there  is  the  housework.  My 
husband  is  a  man  and  must  eat.  And 
the  child?  No,  the  child  is  no  trouble, 
monsieur.  Only  the  cows  and  my  hus- 
band!" 

She  stopped,  terrified  at  her  boldness. 


Two  bright  spots  burned  on  her  cheeks, 
and  the  sweat  stood  out  upon  her  fore- 
head. Slowly  the  German  set  the  cake 
back  upon  the  counter.  Jean  Lacoste's 
wife  sat  down. 

The  baker  went  over  to  a  drawer  and 
took  out  five  white  candles.  Jean  La- 
coste's wife  shuddered.  To  her  candles 
were  connected  always  with  solemn 
things — baptism,  confirmation,  death! 
She  watched  him  as  he  set  each  tiny 
candle  into  a  red  sugar  rose,  and  each 
red  sugar  rose  in  turn  upon  the  cake's 
glistening  surface.  Why  had  he  chosen 
red  roses,  she  wondered  dully.  They 
were  so  like  the  drops  of  blood  that  had 
stained  a  white  pigeon  Jean  Lacoste  shot 
last  spring!  The  pigeon  was  the  child's 
only  pet,  and  the  little  one  had  cried 
bitterly  while  Jean  Lacoste  looked  on 
and  laughed.  Yes,  she  had  hated  him 
from  the  moment  he  had  mocked  at  her 
child's  distress.  Before,  she  had  not 
thought  one  way  or  another.  She  was 
Jean  Lacoste's  wife,  and  drudgery,  and 
famine,  and  tears — these  were  a  wife's 
portion.  But  when  he  wounded  her 
child — it  was  then  that  she  had  thought 
of  the  cake,  and  she  remembered  plainly 
her  very  words : 

"When  you  are  five,  Celeste — just 
fancy!  Something  whiter  even  than  the 
pigeon — oh,  very  much  whiter!  You  can 
never  imagine!" 

But  she  had  not  counted  on  red  sugar 
roses  .    .   . 

The  German  finished  wrapping  up  the 
cake.  Jean  Lacoste's  wife  stood  up  and 
received  it  solemnly,  while  two  tears 
glistened  in  her  eyes  and  rolled  down  her 
cheeks. 

"Monsieur!"  she  said  huskily.  "Every 

day  I  shall  pray  for  you — every  day — 

every  day!" 

*  *  *  * 

As  Jean  Lacoste's  wife  trudged  back 
^/\_the  long,  winding  slope  toward  the 
three  cypresses,  her  heart  sang.  Never  had 
she  been  so  happy.  The  wind  had  fresh- 
ened and  the  sun  was  sinking  like  a 
squeezed  ball  into  a  line  of  westward 
fog.  She  gathered  her  shawl  tightly 
about  her  hipless  figure,  hugging  her 
treasure  close. 

She  did  not  know  why  a  birthday 
cake  had  suggested  itself  on  that  day 
when  Jean  Lacoste  held  up  the  fluttering 
pigeon  bleeding  at  the  breast.  She  did  not 
even  remember  the  precise  place  where 
she  had  first  seen  a  birthday  cake,  but 
some  stray  wind  of  chance  was  respon- 
sible for  the  picture  her  mind  had  con- 
jured up — the  picture  of  a  white,  shin- 

Continued  on  page  38 


16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Tin  Types 


"The  Big  Four"  Who  Built  the  Transcontinental  Railroad 


IN  the  story  of  The  Big  Four,  Charles 
Crocker,  Collis  P.  Huntngcon, 
Mark  Hopkins  and  LelanJ  Stan- 
ford, who  built  the  Central  Pacific  Rail- 
road across  the  high  Sierras  and  Nevada 
deserts,  there  were  tour  distinct  phases- 
engineering,  hnancial,  political  and  phil- 
anthropical.  All  four  phases  were  highly 
spectacular,  and  to  the  reader  we  leave 
ttic  delicate  responsibility  ot  placing 
evaluation,  as  he  may  sec  fit,  upon  the 
project  as  a  whole  and  in  its  several 
phases. 

Agitation  tor  a  transcontinental  rail- 
way began  as  early  as  1832.  In  that  re- 
mote year  California  was  a  Mexican 
possession,  and  such  few  Americans  as 
were  in  the  country  were  here  only  by 
the  indolent  good  grace  of  the  Spanish. 
The  more  populous  Eastern  centers  had 
a  fair  number  ot  railroads,  but  they  were 
short  in  length,  uncomtortablc  to  patron- 
ize and  unreliable  in  service  with  en- 
gines that  emitted  smoke  and  noise  all 
out  of  proportion  to  the  speed  made. 

Yet  the  idea  of  a  transcontinental  road 
over  scarcely  explored  mountains  and 
deserts  took  the  country  by  the  ears.  It 
was  a  subject  for  rhetoric — an  oppor- 
tunity of  first  magnitude  for  the  type  ot 
mind  that  deals  in  futures.  By  the  time 
California  had  been  won  from  Mexico 
and  was  admitted  to  the  Union  in  Sep- 
tember, 1S50,  the  railroad  notion  had 
attained  prodigious  proportions.  The 
first  representatives  from  the  new  state 
to  Congress  had  it  made  clear  to  them 
that  chances  for  re-election  were  slight 
unless  the  proper  attitude  was  shown 
toward  the  road  and  definite  steps  taken 
to  secure  its  building.  Their  successors 
were  similarly  instructed. 

The  wail,  cry  and  controversy  over 
the  Bay  Bridge  are  as  faint,  uncertain 
echoes  in  comparison  with  the  clamor 
California  generally,  and  San  Francisco 
particularly,  set  up  to  obtain  the  right  to 
build  themselves  or  to  force  the  govern- 
ment to  build  cross  country  tracks. 
Mass  meetings,  conventions,  parades, 
fireworks,  brass  bands,  windmill  ora- 
tory— all  were  brought  to  bear  to  fur- 
ther the  road  issue.  Politics,  as  may  be 
surmised,  were  responsible  for  the  lack  of 
action.  Politics,  as  may  be  surmised 
again,  accounted  for  the  signing  of  the 
Pacific  Railroad  Bill  by  President  Lin- 
coln in  1S62,  authorizing  construction 
of  the  Central  Pacific  tracks  from  Sacra- 
mento eastward  and  the  Union  Pacific 
tracks  from  St.  Louis,  Missouri,  west- 
ward, and  at  a  time  when  the  country 
was  in  the  midst  of  the  Civil  War. 


By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

IF  it  had  not  been  for  the  enterprise  of 
one  man,  Theodore  Judah,  an  engi- 
neer, it  is  highly  probable  that  the 
West's  railroad  would  have  remained  a 
subject  for  oratory  tor  many  years  longer 
than  it  did.  Judah,  while  building  a 
railroad  between  Sacramento  and  Fol- 
som  had  his  imagination  challenged  by 


Third  Street  at  NighU^^ 

By  Beth  Wendel 

Dark  streets 
Cheap  hotels 
Weary  souls 
Coming  out. 
Sad  signs 
Money  loaned 
Tired  hearts 
Going  in 


the  possiblity  ot  building  one  over  the 
Sierras.  At  his  own  time  and  expense  he 
undertook  to  survey  the  Sierra  ranges  for 
possible  routes.  He  made,  in  all,  22  sur- 
veys, working  in  the  swelter  of  summer 
and  the  dead  of  winter  when  the  moun- 
tains lay  under  30  feet  of  snow  and  ice. 
Judah  finally  charted  a  route,  (the  one 
the  road  followed)  over  which  he  was 
convinced  tracks  could  be  laid  at  a  fairly 
reasonable  cost. 

Figures  and  data  in  hand,  the  engi- 
neer set  out  to  interest  men  of  sufficient 
capital  or  daring  in  his  plan.  His  pro- 
posals were  generally  considered  fool- 
hardy and  lacking  in  reason.  At  length, 
Crocker,  Stanford,  Huntington  and 
Hopkins  listened  to  Judah,  absorbed  his 
ideas  and  ended  up  by  committing 
themselves  to  the  gigantic  task. 

Off  hand  one  would  have  said  that 
the  quartet  was  most  unpromising  in 
relation  to  the  work  to  be  done.  All  four 
men  were  Sacramento  shop  keepers, 
having  come  to  the  city  in  the  gold  rush 
days.  Crocker  and  Huntington  were  men 
of  no  academic  education  to  speak  ot. 
Stanford  and  Hopkins  had  been  educated 
tor  the  law.  Crocker  and  Stanford  were 
partners  in  a  dry  goods  establishment, 
while  Huntington  and  Hopkins  were 
associated  in  a  hardware  and  miners' 
supply  house.  Individually  and  collec- 
tively the  group  had  made  an  average 
comfortable  success  in  an  average  man- 
ner. Their  combined  personal  fortunes 
totalled  around  $50, dog.  They  were  no 
longer  young,  but  neither  were  they  old. 


Under  the  fire  of  Judah's  enthusiasm 
the  erstwhile  store  keepers  became  em- 
bryo railroad  kings  and  swung  into  the 
problems  of  road  building  with  admir- 
able dispatch.  In  August,  1861,  the 
Central  Pacific  Company  was  born  into 
the  world.  Its  founders  immediately 
busied  themselves  with  selling  48,000 
shares  of  capital  stock  at  $100  a  share, 
with  laying  plans  to  secure  the  coopera- 
tion of  Congress  and  convincing  that 
body  of  the  worthiness  ot  the  work  to 
which  they  had  set  their  hands. 

Speedy  division  of  duties  was  made. 
Judah  was  named  Chief  Engineer.  Hop- 
kins was  general  legal  counsel.  Crocker 
took  charge  of  construction.  Huntington 
represented  the  road  at  the  national  capi- 
tal and  in  the  East.  Stanford,  who  at  the 
time  the  company  was  formed  was  can- 
didate for  governor,  was  subsequently 
elected  to  that  office.  He  represented  the 
road  at  the  state  capitol.  This  machine 
functioned  with  remarkable  harmony 
and  unity  of  purpose  throughout  the  life 
of  its  members.  Without  doubt  there 
were  times  when  The  Big  Four  were  torn 
by  inner  dissensions  but  the  group  kept 
its  family  quarrels  strictly  to  itself.  On 
all  questions  of  major  importance  it  pre- 
sented an  unbroken  front  to  the  public. 

▼      T      ▼ 

THOUGH  the  pooled  personal  resources 
of  The  Big  Four  were  trifling  this 
was  a  matter  of  no  moment  and  cer- 
tainly nothing  at  which  to  stop,  as  the 
resourceful  Judah  pointed  out.  A  hard 
put  but  benevolent  Federal  Govern- 
ment, under  proper  persuasion,  would 
provide  generous  and  abundant  subsi- 
dies with  which  to  finance  so  costly  a 
road.  Furthermore,  as  the  portions  of 
the  track  which  ran  through  Northern 
California  and  the  Nevada  silver  fields 
were  completed,  they  could  be  put  into 
service  to  yield  revenue  which  would 
help  in  financing  more  easterly  stretches 
of  road. 

Huntington  absorbed  the  subsidy  idea 
with  astounding  celerity  and  complete- 
ness. His  lobbying  campaigns  in  the 
national  capital  have  perhaps  never  been 
matched  tor  daring,  astuteness — and  re- 
sults. Lincoln's  Pacific  Railroad  Bill  of 
iSfi2  provided  suitable  subsidies  for 
beginning  construction  and  the  first 
tracks  were  laid  in  Sacramento  in  Feb- 
ruary, 1863.  In  1S64  Congress  passed 
two  bills  whereby  the  Central  Pacific 
Company  received  title  to  12,800  acres 
of  land  for  every  mile  of  track  laid.  In 
mountainous  country   the   acreage  was 

Conl.inuci.i  on  page  41 


SEPTEMBER,   1928 


17 


'  Wooden  Davits",  an  etching  by  Armin  Hansen,  a  member  of  the  California  Society  of  Etchers. 

The  1928-29  Art  Season  Opens 


THREE  especially  significant  anni- 
versary events  that  open  the  com- 
ing season  in  the  San  Francisco 
art  galleries  are  the  Fifteenth  Annual 
Exhibition  of  the  California  Society  of 
Etchers;  the  opening  of  the  Fifth  Galerie 
Beaux  Arts  Season  with  paintings  by 
Walt  Kuhn,  the  New  York  modernist; 
and  the  first  Pacific  Coast  showing  of 
paintings  by  Rockwell  Kent,  which 
celebrates  the  first  anniversary  of  the 
founding  of  the  East  West  Gallery  in 
the  Western  Women's  Club  Building. 
The  California  Society  of  Etchers 
exhibition  opens  at  the  Vickery,  Atkins 
and  Torrey  print  rooms,  550  Sutter 
street,  September  10  to  extend  through 
September  24.  The  prints  already  ac- 
cepted for  hanging  represent  over  thirty 
of  the  leading  etchers  of  California  and 
include  Society  members  who  are  work- 
ing abroad  as  well  as  those  now  in  Cali- 
fornia. A  pre- view  of  the  ninety-some 
prints  is  convincing  of  the  quality  of 
the  exhibition.  Certainly  the  California 


Society  of  Etchers  deserves  credit  tor  the 
manner  in  which  it  has  stimulated  pro- 
duction in  the  exacting  mediums  of 
etching,  dry  point,  lithograph  and 
woodblock. 

The  Walt  Kuhn  exhibition  at  Galerie 
Beaux  Arts,  116  Maiden  Lane,  may 
prove  a  test  of  San  Francisco's  boasted 
appreciation  of  modern  art.  Kuhn  was 
the  organizer  of  the  Armory  Hall  exhi- 
bition which  first  introduced  modern  art 
to  New  York  several  years  ago.  His 
paintings  and  drawings  are  well  repre- 
sented in  the  John  Quinn  Collection  of 
Modern  Art  and  his  work  is  generally 
conceded  as  among  the  most  interesting 
done  by  modern  American  artists.  If  San 
Franciscans  flock  to  the  Beaux  Arts  to 
see  this  exhibition  it  will  go  far  toward 
proving  the  statement  of  Beatrice  Judd 
Ryan,  director  of  Beaux  Arts,  that  "San 
Francisco  is  more  akin  to  New  York  in 
temperament  than  is  any  other  Ameri- 
can city." 

Further  test  of  the  sophistication  of 


San  Francisco  will  be  given  by  the  exhi' 
bition  of  Rockwell  Kent's  paintings  at 
the  East  West  Gallery,  September  6  to 
26.  When  Mildred  Taylor,  director  of 
the  Gallery,  first  talked  about  showing 
Kent's  paintings  she  was  discouraged  on 
every  hand  by  people  who  knew  Kent 
personally  and  knew  that  he  did  not 
take  the  West  seriously  as  an  art  public 
and  did  not  intend  to  send  his  more 
earnest  work  west  of  the  Rockies.  How- 
ever, Miss  Taylor  had  already  accomp- 
lished the  "next  to  impossible"  within 
the  short  year  of  the  East  West  Gallery's 
existence  so  we  were  not  surprised  when 
she  telephoned  us  that  the  Kent  work 
had  actually  arrived  in  San  Francisco. 
Rockwell  Kent's  reputation  may  go  far 
toward  making  the  exhibition  a  success 
but  it  can  not  carry  the  full  weight  of 
honors  because,  in  the  last  analysis,  the 
reaction  of  San  Francisco  itself  will  de- 
cide whether  Kent  was  right  or  wrong 
in  risking  to  send  his  paintings  to,  the 
"unsophisticated  West." 


18 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Trash 

In  Which  Star  Dust  Smarts  the  Eyes  of  a  Director 


He  came  into  the  story  conference 
at   rather  a   critical   moment 
Shy,  short  in  stature,   his 
clothes  wrinkled.   His  hands  ner\ously 
reached  tor  a  handkerchief  every  few 
seconds,  a  handkerchief  more  wrink- 
led than  his  clothes. 

He  sat  with  one  loot  on  top  ot  the 
other.  His  round  face  looked  like  a 
full  moon  in  perplexity.  His  eyes 
might  have  been  blue  but  the  color 
>;a\'c  out  before  it  happened. 

And  he  stuttered  slightly.  Some- 
way it  made  him  more  pathetic  than 
if  he  hadn't. 

Before  he  came,  we  had  heard 
about  him.  Someone  who  knew  had 
told  us  that  he  was  going  to  be  one 
of  the  big  directors  of  tomorrow, 
"Watch  what  I  say  about  that  guy, 
he's  got  the  thing.  He  knows  stories 
and  he  knows  his  camera." 

A  living  contradiction  in  appear- 
ances, he  sat  and  talked  and  we  sat 
and  listened.  He  had  the  habit  of  tell 
ing  everyone  his  ideas  when  everyone 
else  wanted  him  to  listen  to  theirs. 
it  rained  stories  the  whole  afternoon. 
Harry  Gentle  worried  his  handker- 
chief and  he  worried  me.  He  must 
have  gotten  tired  of  doing  it  because 
he  suddenly  walked  over  to  the  old 
Steinway  in  the  corner  and  com- 
menced to  play.  This  gave  the  rest  of 
the  men  a  chance  to  talk.  They  talked 
until  they  listened  to  Harry's  playing. 
It  was  so  bad  they  forgot  their  ideas. 
His  music  had  a  strange  blending  of 
half  harmonies.  He  played  looking 
'out  of  the  long  casement  windows, 
over  all  of  Hollywood. 


WHEN  the  drinks  were  mi.xed  and 
we  had  had  too  many  for  our  own 
good,  Harry  told  us  about  his  love  affair. 
He  did  it  apologetically  but  he  had  kept  it 
to  himself  for  so  long  it  had  to  come  out. 
The  fact  that  he  didn't  know  us  very 
well  seemed  to  make  it  easier,  ^4aybe 
he  thought  we  wouldn't  booby  him 
His  eyes  looked  at  us  in  such  a  way  that 
we  couldn't  have  done  it,  if  we  had 
wanted. 

"You  should  have  seen  her,  that  kid 
when  I  first  discovered  her.  Talk  about 
being  elemental,  why  she  was  so  nat- 
ural she  wasn't  worried  about  anything. 
The  girl  we  had  signed  for  the  part  had 
been  taken  sick.  1  was  frantic.  Then  1 
looked  up  and  saw  this  kid  looking  at 
me,  her  eyes  jumped  up  at  the  corners. 
She  sort  of  scared  me,  she  was  such  an 
out-of-a-forest  creature. 


By  MARCELLA  BURKE 

"She  was  all  rags,  one  dress  to  her 
name.  But  1  talked  to  her  and  she  seemed 
to  have  a  lot  of  sense.  1  took  the  first 
shot  of  her  coming  out  of  a  can  marked 


Amor  Gltano 

By  Rex   Smith 

I  watch  the  dawn 

Put  out  the  star-lamps,  one  by  one, 

.     .     .     And  curse  the  morning. 

Even  ac  noon 

I  weep  when  I  hft  up  blinded  eyes 

To  its  glory. 

But  of  dusk. 

When  falls  the  purple  veil  of  twilight, 

I  am  strangely  glad. 

For  the  night  brought  me  you ! 

My  wooing  is  not:  wonderful  by  day; 
My  face  is  ugly,  and  my  hands 
Arc  coarse  with  clay. 

1  want  you  to  know 
Just  that  Romany  knight 
Who  came  in  a  dream 
Of  crimson  plumes 
And  armor  of  azure. 

That  was  the  soul  of  me. 

My  lips  be  ill-shapen, 

But  my  love  is  fair  in  its  strength. 

God  breathed  a  wistfullness  of  fairyland 

Into  my  heart    .     .    . 

And  then,  perhaps,  forgot. 

Oh,  I  am  afraid,  ac  awakening,  you  will  regret 
.    .     .    And  cringe  from  my  clumsy  hands! 

That's  why  I  watch  the  dawn 

Put  out  the  star-lamps,  one  by  one, 

.    .     .     And  curse  the  morning! 


'TRASH.'  There  she  was,  just  that  I 
seemed  to  know  how  to  catch  her  spirit 
with  the  camera. 

"She  wouldn't  have  gone  in  vamping 
scenes,  or  in  satin  scenes.  She  only  be- 
longed in  trash  cans,  in  alleys.  She  was  a 
bit  of  fascinating  dust. 

"Well,"  Harry  wiped  his  round  face 
awkwardly,  "time  passed  and  one  day 
she  scared  me  to  death.  She  came  up  and 
put  her  arms  around  my  neck  and  said, 
'I  love  you,  Harry,'  that  was  all  the  kid 
said,  'I  love  you,'  and  in  her  language 
that  meant  I  was  her  man.  Yes,  I  was 
her  man  for  the  time  being,  without  any 
notice  or  any  warning,  1  found  her 
clothes  hanging  in  my  closet.  Just  one  or 
two  shabby  pieces,  but  there  they  were. 
No  explanations,  no  anything. 

"I  was  adopted  and  I  liked  it.  I  liked 
it  a  lot.  I  was  lonely  as  hell  anyway.  1 


never  make  many  friends." 

Harry  took  another  drink  and  reached 
for  his  handkerchief  and  kept  right  on 
talking. 


BUT  I  made  a  mistake.  I  spoiled 
her.  1  bought  her  some  new 
dresses  and  other  things  women  like. 
At  the  studio  I  took  a  lot  of  pains 
shooting  her.  I  got  the  electricians  to 
'light'  her  so  she  photographed  like  a 
million  dollars.  Finally  1  made  a  swell 
scene.  She  was  lovely  in  it.  You  see 
I  knew  what  the  kid  had.  I  knew  it 
was  the  stuff  that  would  spell  her 
name  in  star  dust  across  the  skies. 

"All  this  was  hard  work  though. 
She  hurt  me  like  the  devil.  She  would 
mimic  my  stuttering,  made  fun  of  me 
when  I  worshipped  the  beauty  of  her. 
For  no  reason  at  all,  she  would  haul 
off  and  sock  me  one  between  the 
eyes.  I  tried  to  find  her  soul,  but  she 
didn't  have  one.  She  was  a  little 
alley  cat. 

"After  she  would  hurt  me  more 
than  usual  I  tried  kindness.  I  sur- 
prised her  with  presents,  perfume, 
silk  things."  He  looked  aghast  at 
having  told  so  much. 

"Then  one  day  I  got  damned  mad. 
She  threw  something  at  me  and  1 
licked  her.  I  picked  her  up  and 
slammed  her  across  my  knees  and 
gave  her  the  worst  spanking  she  had 
ever  had  in  her  life.  Did  it  work?  It 
did  not.  She  took  her  shoe  off  and 
darned  near  put  my  eye  out  with  the 
heel. 

"And  do  you  know,  I  wanted  to 
kill  her  then."  He  smiled.  Harry 
smiled  at  us,  looking  as  though  it 
would  mak3  him  ill  to  see  a  spider 
hurt.  "Yes,  I  wanted  to  kill  her  then 
but  1  couldn't.  I  went  and  talked  to  her 
mother  about  her.  She  told  me  to  try 
treating  her  like  a  lady  and  1  said,  it's 
no  use,  I  have,  but  she  didn't  react  to 
that  even." 

He  fidgeted,  taking  one  foot  off  the 
other,  and  reached  for  another  drink. 

"Well,  things  went  on  like  that,  with 
me  making  no  headway  and  going  to 
the  studio  with  gadgets  all  over  my 
face.  I  knew  I  was  being  a  fool  hut  I 
couldn't  stop. 

"This  one  scene  with  Mia  looking 
like  a  ten  years  contract  was  run  one 
night  in  the  projecting  room.  All  the 
big  guys  were  there,  trying  to  choose  a 
girl  for  a  new  picture.  My  girl  got  all 
the   votes.    They  called   me   over  and 

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SEPTEMBER,   1928 


19 


^one  V\(esbit 

A  San  Francisco  pianist  who  has  earned  recognition  in  New  York  inhere  she  islchief  assistant  to  Alexander 
Soloti,  the  teacher  of  Rachmaninoff.  Miss  Nesbit  returned  here  last  season  in  the 
capacity  of  soloist  with  the  San  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra. 


20 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Football  Prospects 

Stanford  and  U.  S.  C.  Will  Vic  for  Coast  Grid  Honors 


WITH  :hc  orticia!  opciiint;  o\  the 
Pacific  Coast  contcrcncc  fooc- 
hall  season  less  clian  two  weeks 
away,  words  ol  cheer  are  hein>;  emittcJ 
from  most  ol  the  warring  camps  Stan- 
ford and  U  S  C  have  the  stulT  and 
arc  prone  to  admit  it  Calitornia  is 
"cautiously  confident,"  admitting  that 
the  Cards  and  Trojans  alone  are  capable 
of  defeating  the  Golden  Bear,  but  still 
expressing  the  firm  hope  that  Calitornia 
v\ill  win  one  or  both  ot  these  important 
games.  Washington  is  throbbing  but 
weakly  because  ot  the  loss  ot  most  of 
last  year's  lettermen. 

Practice  will  start  officially  on  Sep- 
tember 15.  Most  ot  the  teams  have  light 
practice  games  arranged  for  September 
22,  and  by  September  29  the  season  will 
be  in  full  sway  with  Southern  Califor- 
nia taking  on  Dick  Romney's  Utah 
Agricultural  College  outfit  in  the  first 
intersectional  game  The  Aggies  have 
long  been  leaders  in  the  Rocky  Moun- 
tain Conterence  and  should  give  the 
Trojans  a  good  test  ot  power 

Oregon  State  and  U.  C.  L.  A  have 
picked  the  toughest  schedules.  Neither  is 
a  leading  contender;  so  the  hard  games 
they  have  arranged  will  not  materially 
affect  the  conterence  standing  anyway 
Oregon  State  will  rival  Notre  Dame  tor 
travel  honors  The  Aggies  have  trips  on 
successive  Saturdays  to  Los  Angeles, 
Pullman,  and  Seattle.  C^n  Thanksgi\'ing 
Day  they  u'ill  appear  in  New  York  City 
in  an  intersectional  game  with  New 
York  University. 

U.  C.  L.  A.  has  a  six  game  conference 
schedule,  which  requires  successive  trips 
to  Palo  Alto,  Moscow,  and  Portland. 
In  Portland  U.  C  L.  A.  will  meet  Wash- 
ington State,  a  team  that  is  reported 
powertul  Bets  are  being  made  that 
Washington  State  will  take  the  measure 
of  Washington  when  these  two  teams 
meet. 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THE  U  S.  C.  schedule  is  the  nearest 
perfect.  The  Trojans  have  five  con- 
ference games,  and  the  hard  games  have 
been  set  tv\'o  weeks  apart  giving  the  men 
of  Troy  plenty  ot  time  to  rest  in  be- 
tween. Southern  California  meets  Ore- 
gon State,  California,  Stanford,  Wash- 
ington State,  and  Idaho  in  the  order 
named.  The  Trojans  are  not  meeting 
Washington  this  year,  largely  because 
Enoch  Bagshaw  didn't  care  to  tackle 
them  after  the  3^  to  13  rout  his  men 
took  last  year  in  the  Coliseum 

California  and  Stanford  are  both 
meeting  Washington  and  both  will  play 
U    S    C    Stanford  tangles  with  Wash- 


iJv  WALLACE  W.   KNOX 

ington  in  Palo  Alto  the  week  before  the 
Big  Game,  This  will  be  the  only  game  of 
major  importance  in  the  Stanford  sta- 
dium this  year,  since  the  Cards  have 
four  games  away  from  home 

The  usual  colorful  Big  Game  will  be 
in  Berkeley  on  No\'ember  24.  Tickets 
lor  this  game  are  in  greater  demand  than 
ever  before.  Reports  from  the  Stanford 
ticket  office  are  that  less  than  one  thou- 
sand seats  are  available  for  alumni  out 
of  Stanford's  quota  of  27,000.  And  the 
football  season  hasn't  started  yet!  It  is 
just  going  to  be  too  bad  tor  alumni  who 
haven't  paid  their  dues  They  can  only 
amuse  themselves  that  day  listening  to 
jack  Kcough  over  the  radio.  It's  a  cinch 
that  there  won't  be  any  pasteboards  left 
tor  them. 

In  addition  to  meeting  the  other  three 
members  of  the  "Big  Four"  in  coast 
football,  California  is  also  playing  St, 
Mary's,  this  game  being  on  October  6. 
U,  S,  C.  has  also  given  Madigan's  Irish 
a  chance  to  carve  their  niche  in  the  hall 
ot  tame;  the  Trojan-St.  Mary's  game 
will  be  in  Los  Angeles  on  October  13 
In  fact  all  of  the  Trojan's  games  are  in 
the  Coliseum  with  one  exception,  name- 
ly that  with  California  which  will  he  at 
Berkeley  on  October  20. 

▼       T       ▼ 

BESIDES  the  Oregon  State-New  York 
University  game,  two  other  post 
season  battles  are  already  slated,  both  on 
the  same  day.  U.  S.  C.  will  meet  Notre 
Dame  in  Los  Angeles,  while  Stanford 
and  the  Army  will  have  it  out  on  the 
other  side  of  the  continent,  playing  in 
the  Polo  grounds  in  New  York.  Both  ot 
these  games  are  set  for  December  1 
The  Stanford-Army  game  has  been  fav- 
ored by  the  National  Broadcasting  Com- 
pany hook-up  and  will  be  broadcasted 
by  that  company  throughout  the  nation 

So,  considering  the  schedule,  U.  S.  C 
has  the  advantage;  Washington  and 
California  are  on  a  par,  and  Stanford  has 
the  worst  of  the  lot.  This  is  because 
Stanford  meets  the  other  three  leading 
teams  and  because  it  has  three  confer- 
ence games  away  from  home,  Oregon, 
U.  S.  C,  and  California, 

Turning  to  a  survey  ot  the  available 
talent,  which  can  only  be  indefinite  at 
this  early  time,  U,  S.  C.  and  Stanford  are 


clearly  ahead.  These  two  teams  were  on 
top  of  the  list  last  season  and  it  looks  as 
though  they  will  be  fighting  it  out  for 
first  honors  again. 

Stanford  lost  Capt.  Hal  McCreery, 
Chris  Freeman,  Mike  Murphy,  Dick 
hlyland  and  Don  Hill  All  ot  them  were 
good  football  players,  but  their  places 
will  he  filled  by  men  equally  as  good,  if 
not  superior  in  some  respects.  At  center 
Warner  will  have  pudgy  little  Walt 
Heinecke,  who  was  a  general  handy  man 
last  season.  Heinecke  is  only  5  feet  6 
but  he's  built  close  to  the  ground  and 
can  handle  himself  with  the  best  of 
them.  To  fill  Freeman's  place  at  tackle, 
Corwin  Artman,  the  former  Long  Beach 
heavy,  has  returned  to  school.  Artman 
weighs  just  seven  pounds  less  than  a 
house;  his  exact  weight  is  unknown,  for 
he  has  long  since  given  up  scales  for 
some  reason  best  known  to  himself. 
Anyway  he  is  big,  fast,  and  has  a  good 
bit  of  experience. 

In  the  backfield,  Lud  Frentrup,  Frank 
Wilton,  and  Bob  Sims  form  a  halfback 
trio  that  will  be  every  bit  as  efficient  as 
the  combination  of  Hill  and  Hyland. 
Last  season  many  figured  that  Wilton 
and  Sims  had  the  edge  of  the  Hyland- 
Hill  combination,  and  this  year  Frent- 
rup should  be  ahead  of  them  both. 
Frentrup  should  be  the  leading  ground 
gainer  in  the  conference,  figured  on  a 
basis  of  minutes  played.  He  is  a  depend- 
able kicker  and  plays  a  smart  game  at 
safety.  If  he  weren't  on  the  same  team 
with  Dynie  Post  and  Biff  Hoffman  he 
would  be  a  good  man  to  boost  for  Ail- 
American, 

Mike  Murphy  leaves  a  vacancy  at 
quarter  which  will  be  easily  taken  care 
of  by  Spud  Lewis,  who  is  a  two  year 
Icttcrman,  Herb  Flcishhackcr  or  Chuck 
Smalling,  the  two  latter  players  being 
moved  from  full  to  quarter. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

OTHER  veterans  who  are  back  at 
Stanford  include  Don  Robesky 
and  Dynie  Post,  guards;  Tiny  Scllman, 
tackle;  Spud  Harder,  Mush  Muller,  Dick 
Worden,  Johnnie  Preston,  and  Hodge 
Davidson,  ends;  Ale.x  Cook,  center;  and 
Captain  Biff  Hoffman  and  Harlow 
Rothert,  fullbacks. 

Rothert  was  held  out  last  season  but 
he  has  plenty  of  latent  ability,  is  big 
and  fast,  a  good  kicker,  and  a  good  pass 
tosser.  He  will  prove  a  reliable  substi- 
tute for  Captain  Biff  Hoffman,  who  is 
expected  to  play  his  greatest  football 
this  season.  It  has  always  been  my 
opinion  that  Rothert  has  the  makings  of 

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SEPTEMBER,  1928 


21 


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TON/Ghfl  / 


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The  T^ght  T/ace  but  the  Wrong  iSTight 

Qus:  Say,  who's  this  guy  Carmen:' 

Nick:   ygot  me.  I  don't  know  nothing  about  the  fights  since  Tunney  took  uf  "'''^''  society. 


22 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


These  Here  Fairs 

Revealing  How  It  Feels  to  be  Overtaken  by  One 


Hv  O.  B.  R. 


ONF  views  an  iii\ication  to  the 
State  Fair  with  ner\'ous  dis- 
trust; particularly  when  the  in- 
vitation— nay,  the  command,  comes 
from  a  seasoned  Fair-goer  like  my  uncle 
Me,  I  am  a  person  who  can  take  his 
Fairs  or  leave  them  alone.  Nor  do  1 
have  to  linger  over  every  exhibit  in 
order  to  do  the  right  thing  by  potential 
grandchildren  who,  when  told  the  story, 
would  undoubtedly  yawn  something 
about  a  grandfather  who  lived  in  such 
a  droll  age  But  to  Uncle  John  a  person 
who  refuses  to  go  to  the  State  Fair  is  a 
heretic,  an  unbeliever  at  the  shrine 
erected  to  the  labors  of  God's  noblemen 
In  fine,  a  person  who  held  these  alarm- 
ing tenets  could  not  be  reasonably  ex- 
pected to  manage  any  money  which  he 
might  inherit 

We  entered  the  fair  grounds  at  ten 
o'clock  Uncle  John  led  the  way,  his 
head  thrown  back  to  sniff  the  old  famil- 
iar smell  of  roast  peanuts  and  sawdust, 
vegetables  and  buttered  pop-corn.  1 
didn't  ask  him  where  we  were  going  I 
was  afraid  to  speak;  for  if  his  eyes,  glar- 
ing fanatically,  were  the  result  of  a  brain 
equally  distorted,  I  assure  you  that  con- 
versation would  be  futile 

So  he  led  the  way,  following  the 
crowds  of  slowly  moving  men  and  wo- 
men whose  grim  faces  betrayed  grimmer 
hearts.  These  people  take  their  fun  seri- 
ously, I  thought,  as  I  watched  their 
faces  through  the  dusty  haze  of  a  hot 
morning. 

We  moved  in  a  slow  religious  proces- 
sion, led  by  a  couple  that  paused  to  gaze 
at  things  so  near  them  that  raising  their 
heads  was  unnecessary.  The  woman, 
whose  calico  dress  accentuated  the  lines 
of  toil  woven  into  her  body,  seemed  to 
see  everything  with  glazed,  incurious 
eyes  Only  once  did  I  see  her  smile.  It 
was  at  the  sight  of  a  washing  machine 
Her  husband  ambled  along  at  her  side 


When  she  paused  too  long  he  would  say 
something  which  recalled  the  strong, 
reassuring  "So,  so,  boss,"  spoken  at 
milking  time  to  a  fractious  cow.  We 
passed  them  while  he  gazed  apprecia- 
tively at  a  cigar  lighter. 

T      ▼      T 

WE  went  into  a  long,  barn-like 
shed  which  contained  at  least 
ten  people  for  every  cow — gentleman 
cow,  one  should  say  to  be  precise.  What 
ugly  beasts  they  were  1  Great  heads, 
thick  necks  and  bodies  as  wide  as  a 
church  door.  Their  eyes  looked  out  on 
the  world  trom  beneath  a  mass  of 
tightly  curled  hair,  that  is,  1  suppose 
it's  hair  At  any  rate,  it's  curly,  what- 
ever it  is  that  covers  the  brutes.  They 
stand  in  their  pews,  stalls,  stanchions,  or 
such,  weaving  their  heads  back  and 
forth  like  a  boxer  waiting  for  an  open- 
ing. One  lunge  and  you're  through. 
What  ugly  beasts! 

One  of  the  bulls  caught  my  atten- 
tion. He  was  a  red  and  white  thing  and 
either  came  from  or  belonged  to  a  fam- 
ily called  Hereford  (my  uncle  told  me 
that).  This  fellow  looked  like  Charley 
Buck,  an  old  drinking  companion  of  my 
school  days  with  whom  I  had  shared 
more  than  one  alcoholic  headache.  We 
did  most  of  our  drinking  in  a  bar  run  by 
Adolph,  a  German  who  sold  the  best 
beer  in  New  York.  On  hot  days  Adolph 
would  sit  at  our  table  and  lecture  us 
about  the  evils  of  drinking  Scotch  with 
beer  chasers.  Beer,  he  would  tell  us  was 
a  gentleman's  drink;  Scotch,  a  bar- 
barian's. Huge  seidcls  of  cold,  foaming 
Pilsener  that  would  cool 

"Come  on,"  said  Uncle  John.  "We're 
going  to  see  the  chickens  now." 

Well,  we  saw  the  chickens,  cage  after 
cage  of  the  silly  things  reeling  past  my 
tired  eyes.  White  chickens  and  black 
chickens,  red  chickens  and  gray  chickens. 


Roosters,  hens,  pullets  and  cockerels. 
Chickens  with  feathers  on  their  legs  that 
looked  like  pantalettes,  leaving  one  with 
a  strange  feeling  of  outraged  decency — 
they  should  have  worn  their  hoop- 
skirts.  Chickens  whose  head  feathers  fell 
in  their  eyes  like  the  hair  on  the  head  of 
a  sheep  dog.  Absurd  bantams  fighting 
their  neighbors  through  the  netting, 
crowing  over  their  vicarious  conquests. 
Big  roosters  with  livid  combs  the  color 
of  a  wild  orchid  and  little  roosters  simu- 
lating importance  as  they  ran  up  and 
down  their  cages  And  every  one  of  the 
bloody  things  crowing  about  something 
which,  of  a  certainty,  could  not  have 
been  the  unholy  odor  that  filled  the  air. 
We  left  the  chickens  to  themselves — 
their  better  selves,  I  hope. 

T       T       T 

BY  this  time  Uncle  John  was  all  hot 
and  bothered.  He  was  ablaze  with 
enthusiasm.  I'd  never  seen  the  man  so 
happy  Of  all  things  to  get  excited 
about!  Chickens!  Why,  since  then,  I 
haven't  looked  an  egg  in  the  face. 
"Come  on,"  he  said,  "we'll  see  the 
farm  implements" 

So  on  to  the  farm  implements  I  went, 
with  a  leg  that  limped  and  a  heart  that 
mutely  protested.  After  trying  to  get 
sun  stroke  or  death  under  the  heels  of 
the  crowd,  I  tound  myself  under  a  huge 
tent,  the  temporary  home  of  some  of  the 
queerest  things  I've  ever  seen.  Disc- 
harrows and  teeterers,  cream  separators 
and  mowing  machines.  Binns  of  tools, 
trick  wrenches  and  axes.  A  dingus  for 
milking  that  resembled  a  gargantuan 
permanent  waver.  Devices  for  grinding 
corn  and  for  planting  it.  Tractors,  trail- 
ers, cultivators  and  plows.  Machines 
painted  red  (a  note  for  the  Freudians) 
and  machines  painted  blue.  People  care- 
fully examining  articles  on  display,  care- 
ful not  to  miss  a  thing  in  order  to  make 

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23 


lAlberi  Qoates  and  Q.  S.  S. 

In  lohichzoc  catch  both  celebrities  tn  an  informal  mood.  It  reminds  us  of  the  exuberance  of  the  director  ^uho  ot,ened  the 

San  Franc^sco  Summer  Symphony  Series  and  gives  us  another  version  of  Qeorge  LnaTshazvZhoTs 

very  muchinthepubUc  mM  at  this  time-u. hat  u^ith  his  talHnimotiotpictuTshiZv 

book      Intelligent   Women's   Quidc  to   Socialism  and  Capitalism"   and   his 

more   recent  approval  of  Tunney's  retirement. 


24 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


WEDDINGS 

AuRUM  "^  Miss  Louise  Burmisicr,  dauRhicr  of  Mr 
and  Mrs  Robert  B  Burmistcr.  to  Mr  Jeffrey  Kendall 
Armsby   son  of  Mr  and  Mrs  James  K   Armsby 

August  20  Mrs  IsabcHc  McCrackin.  daughter  of  the 
late  Dr  and  Mrs  Maynard  McPherson.  to  Mr  Carrol! 
G«>rBe  C^mbrnn 

»       T       ▼ 

ENGAGEMENTS 

PL'LLER-lXmST  Miss  MarRarei  Helen  l"ullcr. 
daughter  of  Mrs  Frank  Whittier  I'uller  and  the  late 
Mr  Frank  W  Fuller,  to  Mr  Warrington  Dorst,  the 
son  of  Mrs  James  l>>rst  of  Warrenton.  Virginia,  and 
the  late  (x>Ionel  CX»rst.  L'   S  A 

SMITH-B(lSWORTH  Miss  Libbv  Moffitt  Smith. 
daughter  of  the  late  Mr  and  Mrs  John  Francis  Smith 
of  Piedmont,  to  Mr  Carl  Bt^sworth.  the  son  of  Mr 
and  Nlrs  Charles  J    B<isworth  of  Piedmont 

LAKE-BOARDMAN  Miss  Olive  Frances  Lake, 
daughter  of  Mrs  Edna  Scott  Lake  of  Ross.  California, 
to  Mr  Albert  Drown  Boardman.  son  of  Mrs  Samuel 
H    Boardman  and  the  late  Mr   Samuel  B<iardman 

HORST— del  PINO  Miss  Helen  Horst.  daughter  of 
Mr  and  Mrs  E  Clemens  Horst.  to  Mr  Moya  del  Pino 
of  Madrid 

COPE-MOULDER  Miss  Anne  Cope,  daughter  of 
the  late  Judge  Walter  Cope  and  Mrs  Walter  Cope  to 
Mr    Malcolm  Moulder,  son  of  Mrs   Charlotte  Clark 

FENNER-EDDV  Miss  Mary  Fenner.  daughter  of 
Mrs  Carloita  Fenner  of  Alameda,  to  Mr  Selwyn  Eddy. 
son  of  Mr    and  Mrs    Edwin  Eddv 

HUIE-HASTINGS  Miss  Lillian  Huie.  daughter  of 
Mr  and  Mrs  W  H  Huie  to  Mr  Harry  C  Hastings,  Jr. 
son  of  Mr   and  Mrs   Harry  C   Hastings 


VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Miss  Mabel  Wilson  and  Miss  La\inia  Rikcr  of  New 
York  were  honor  guests  at  a  dinner  given  in  Burlingame 
by  Miss  Alice  Helen  Eastland 

Mrs.  Arthur  Scully  of  Pittsburgh  visited  in  San  Fran- 
cisco for  a  time  with  her  mother.  Mrs  Henry  J.  Crocker, 
Mrs.  Crocker  and  her  daughter  divided  their  time  be- 
tween the  Crocker  house  in  town  and  the  ranch  home 
at  Cloverdale 

Mr  and  Mrs  Marklove  Lowery  of  New  York  visited 
in  Burlingame  where  they  were  entertained  by  Mr 
Lowery's  brother  and  sister-in-law.  Mr.  and  Mrs, 
Stewart  Lowery.  Manv  affairs  were  given  on  the  penin- 
sula for  the  New  York  visitors. 

Mrs.  Pearl  Landers  Whitney  and  her  daughter  Miss 
Betsy  Whitney  who  now  make  their  home  in  Holly- 
wood, returned  to  San  Francisco  for  a  brief  visit  during 
the  summer,  staying  with  Mrs  William  Whittier  at 
the  latter's  apartments  at  Stanford  Court 

Mr,  and  Mrs  Chilion  Heward  of  Montreal  were 
guests  of  Mrs  Heward's  mother,  Mrs  James  Potter 
Langhorne  at  the  Langhorne  home  on  Pacific  Avenue 

Nfiss  Jane  Cx)wl  was  guest  of  honor  at  a  dinner  party 
given  by  Mr  and  Mrs.  Harry  Horsley  Scott  during 
Miss  Cowl's  engagement  at  one  of  the  San  Francisco 
theaters  in  "The  Road  to  Rome  " 

Mr  arni  Mrs,  Charles  Blyth  of  Burlingame  gave  a 
dinner  party  at  their  home  following  the  symphony 
corKert  at  the  Woodland  Theater  in  Hillsborough 
which  Ossip  Gabrilowitsch  conducted  Mr  and  Mrs 
Cabrilowitsch  were  guests  of  honor  at  the  dinner 


HERE  AND  THERE 

In  honor  of  the  birthdav  of  her  M»n.  I  Walton  !  iedges. 
Jr  .  Mme  Lclia  Butler  Hedges  of  San  Juan  liauiisia 
entertained  at  an  elaborate  week-end  party  concluding 
with  a  barbecue  supper  for  abf)ut  three  hundred  friends 
The  festivities  took  place  at  Mme,  Hedges  rancho. 
1  iacienda  de  Justo, 

Mis  Ora  Brooks  of  Ross  entertained  at  a  luncheon  for 
thirty-two  at  the  Brooks  home  in  Ross  in  honor  of 
Miss  Olive  Lake,  the  fiancee  of  Albert  Drown  Board- 
man 

Mrs  Kenneth  Montcagle  entertained  at  a  picnic 
luncheon  in  the  Carmel  Valley,  the  group  including  a 
number  of  Burlingame  society  folk  who  were  pa^^ing  a 
week-end  at  Del  Monte  and  Pebble  Beach 

Mrs.  I  R  D  Grubb  has  returned  to  San  l-'rancisco 
after  a  visit  at  the  Grand  Canyon.  Mrs  Grubb  is  again 
domiciled  at  the  Canterbury. 

Mr  and  iMrs  Arthur  Stevenson  (Phyllis  Fay)  have 
returned  from  their  honeymoon  abroad  and  are  for  the 
lime  being  making  their  home  with  Mrs.  Stevenson's 
parents,  Mr  and  Mrs.  Philip  J  Fay.  until  they  take 
possession  of  their  new   apartments 

Mrs  Burbank  Somers  and  Mr  and  Mrs  Bradley 
Wallace  were  among  those  who  entertained  at  a  dinner 
party  at  the  Menio  Country  Club  on  the  first  day  oj 
the  tennis  tournament 

In  honor  of  Mr  and  Mrs.  Warren  Spieker  who  re- 
cently returned  from  an  extended  tour  of  Europe, 
Mr  and  Mrs.  Evan  Williams  entertained  at  a  dinner 
party  at  their  home  in  Woodside 

Mr  and  Mrs  Charles  G.  Norris  were  honor  guests 
at  a  garden  tea  that  Ednah  Aiken  gave  at  her  home  in 
Palo  Alto  Vir  and  Mrs.  Norris  are  moving  into  their 
new  home  in  Palo  Alto  soon. 

In  honor  of  her  daughter.  Mrs.  Theodore  Carter 
Achilles,  Mrs  Paul  Benson  Cleveland  gave  a  luncheon 
at  her  Los  Gatos  home  Mrs  Gertrude  Strong  Achilles 
assisted. 


Miss  Claudine  Spreckels  entertained  frequently  dur- 
ing the  summer  at  the  Spreckels  ranch  at  Sobrc  Vista 

Sixty  guests  enjoyed  a  tea  gi\'cn  in  the  garden  of 
Mrs    Percy  Pettigrew's  home  in  Palo  Alto 

Mr  and  Mrs  Edward  Engs,  Jr  gave  a  large  tea  at 
their  home  in  Piedmont  on  a  recent  Sunday  afternoon 
m  honor  of  Miss  Mary  Chickering  and  Miss  Kaiherine 
Brantingham.  the  latter  a  vistor  f^rom  C-hicago 

Mrs  John  I'  Neville  and  Mrs  Paul  Hunter  were 
joint  hostesses  at  a  barbecue  given  on  the  grounds  of 
the  Harold  Mack  place  on  Del  Monte  Mesa  The  affair 
was  in  honor  of  Mr  Neville  and  Mr  Hunter  who  had 
returned  from  Portland  where  they  attended  the 
Oregon-California  Golf  Match 

Raymond  Armsby  has  returned  to  his  home  in  Bur- 
lingame after  a  year's  absence  abroad 

Mr  and  Mrs  Alexander  Hamilton  and  their  two 
daughters.  Miss  Grace  and  Miss  Happy  Hamilton,  will 
spend  the  late  summer  season  at  their  country  place  in 
Menlo  Park,  going  there  directly  on  their  return  from 
abroad. 

Mr  Edward  Duplessis  Beylard  has  sold  his  San 
Mateo  home  and  will  make  his  home  in  France 

Honoring  Miss  Louise  Burmister  and  her  fiance.  Mr 
Jeffrey  K  Armsby,  Mrs  William  Cannon  gave  a  large 
luncheon  party  at  her  home  in  Woodside  The  guests 
numbered  about  sixty. 


OUR  CORRESPONDENT  IN  HONOLULU 
WRITES: 

So  many  of  you  San  Franciscans  and  Southern  Cali- 
fornia visitors  have  trodden  our  welcoming  shores  dur- 
ing the  past  month!  It  must  have  become  noised  abroad 
that  the  lunar  rainbow  was  due  to  do  its  stuff  The 
lunar  rainbow  is  a  gay  lady  of  uncertain  temperament; 
we  can  never  accurately  predict  when  she  may  appear 
But  when  she  does!  All  is  forgiven  at  the  sight  of  her 
weird  beauty. 

Mrs  Charles  B.  Henderson  and  her  son,  Mr.  Charles 
J  Henderson,  who.  we  hear,  is  one  of  San  Francisco's 
most  popular  bachelors,  arrived  here  on  a  visit,  and 
first  to  greet  them  was  Mrs  Henderson's  other  son, 
Mr  Wellington  Henderson,  who  makes  his  home  on 
the  Islands  Mrs  Henderson  occupied  a  cottage  at 
Waikiki  during  her  stay  here. 

Another  pair  of  thoroughly  appreciated  bachelors 
from  California's  shores  were  Mr  George  Kleiser.  Jr 
and  his  brother  John.  The  young  men  were  here  a 
month  and  there  was  little  that  the  Islands  had  to  offer 
in  the  way  of  entertainment  that  they  overlooked 

Mrs.  A  B  Spreckels,  of  whose  magnificent  gifts  to 
the  citv  of  San  Francisco  we  have  heard  much,  was  a 
visitor  here  with  her  daughter  Dorothy  and  her  son. 
young  Adolph  B.  Spreckels 

Just  before  she  returned  to  the  Coast,  Mrs.  Spreckels 
returned  the  many  courtesies  shown  her  by  giving  a 
most  elaborate  dinner  dance  at  the  Waialae  Golf  Club. 
The  setting  for  the  affair  might  have  been  taken  from 
Verne's  "Ten  Thousand  Leagues  Under  the  Sea;"  the 
decorations  were  of  coral  and  shells,  huge  fish  formed  of 
flowers  and  mermaids,  all  arranged  in  a  beautilul  sea  of 
blue  and  green  tulle  that  copied  the  tints  of  the  Ha- 
waiian waters  There  was  the  usual  native  entertain- 
ment after  dinner,  interspersed  with  the  fox  trots. 
Princess  Kawananakoa  was  among  the  guests. 

In  arrny.  naval  and  official  circles,  the  arrival  of  a 
party  of  Congressmen  and  also  of  Major-General  Amos 
Fries,  created  a  ripple  of  excitement  and  the  usual  out- 
burst of  hospitality 

Governor  and  Mrs  Wallace  Farrington  entertained 
the  distinguished  visitors  in  Washington.  D  C-..  gi\'ing 
a  dinner  for  twenty-four 

Here  on  the  Islands  Mrs  Fries  came  in  for  special 
attention  A  large  tea  was  given  in  her  honor  at  the 
Royal  Hav^aiian  Hotel  by  the  wives  of  other  officers  of 
the  Chemical  Warfare  Division  Nearly  a  hundred  at- 
tractively gowned  women  thronged  the  lanai  of  the 
hotel  on  this  occasion 

San  Francisco  army  folk  will  be  interested  to  hear  of 
the  debut  of  Miss  Imogene  Shannon,  daughter  of  Lieu- 
tenant-Colonel and  Mrs  Joseph  F  Taulbee  The  occa- 
sion took  the  form  c)f  an  elaborate  ball  given  at  the 
Infantry  Club  at  Schofield  Barracks,  Many  dinner 
parties  preceded  the  dance 

Miss  Shannon  has  many  friends  at  Fort  Winfield 
ScotL  in  San  Francisco  She  is  the  great  grand-daughter 
of  General  Rene  de  Russy  for  whom  Fort  de  Russy  is 
named. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  George  Beckley  are  being  warmly  wel- 
comed on  their  visit  here  Mrs  Beckley  and  her  hus- 
band both  belong  to  old  Island  families  Senator  and 
Mrs  Robert  Shingle  gave  a  luau  for  the  Beckleys 
shortly  after  their  arriva 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  NEW  YORK 

Bishop  William  Hall  Moreland  was  a  guest  at  a  num- 
ber of  country  homes  on  Long  Island  during  his  recent 
visit  to  New  York, 

Mr,  and  Mrs  Oscar  Cooper  went  to  the  Savoy  Plaza 
on  their  return  from  Europe   Mr   and  Mrs  Oxjper  will! 
take  apartments  in  (jnc  tjf  the  new  Fifth  Avenue  apart-  j 
ment  houses  not  yet  completed 

Miss  Helen  Wills  has  been  e\tensively  entertained  in  i 
New  York  and  on  Long  Island  durmg  her  visit  in  the 
East  fresh  from  her  triumphs  abroad  i 

Mrs  J.  O'Hara  Cosgrave  returned  to  New  't'ork  latel 
in  August  after  a  visit  abroad  Dr  Millicent  CA)5gravc, 
now  divides  her  time  between  Pans  and  Deauville. 

Miss  Agnes  Clark  came  to  New  'I'ork  from  her  home 
in  Bar  Harbor  to  meet  her  niece.  Miss  Patricia  Clark 
nn  the  latter's  return  from  Europe  Miss  Clark  left 
lor  her  San  Mateo  home  a  few  days  later 

Mrs  Roy  Bishop  and  Miss  Celia  Bishop,  also  Miss 
Dorothy  Cahill  have  been  visiting  Mrs  Bishop's 
mother.  Mrs  Thomas  Wheeler,  at  her  summer  home 
on  Thousand   Islands 

Ogden  Mills  has  returned  from  France  where  he  was 
recently  decorated  by  the  French  government 

Mr  and  Mrs  Andre  Ferrier  passed  a  few  days  in  the 
metropolis  before  sailing   for  France 

Mr.  and  Mrs  William  R  Hearst.  Jr.  returned  to  New 
York  from  their  European  honeymoon  and  lingered  in 
the  East-  Mr  and  Mrs  George  Hearst  who  also  toured 
Europe  this  summer,  returned  on  the  same  boat  with 
the  honeymoon  couple. 

Mrs  James  Flood  and  Miss  Mary  Emma  Flood,  whc 
have  been  summering  in  the  White  Mountains,  spent 
an  enjoyable  week-end  recently  at  Bretton  Woods. 

Miss  Florence  Loomis  of  Burlingame  visited  with 
Mr.  and  Mrs  Charles  Crocker  at  their  home  in  Ne* 
York  during  August. 

▼       ▼       T 

SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Mr  and  Mrs  Frances  MeComas  are  on  a  sketching 
trip  that  will  take  them  through  Spain,  Italy  anc 
France- 
Mr  Kenneth  Pope  and  his  cousin.  Mr.  Augustu. 
Taylor.  Jr  .  have  been  touring  Switzerland  and  Italy] 
Mr  and  Mrs  Robert  C,  Bolton  and  their  two  daughl 
ters  were  last  heard  from  while  they  were  in  Florencei 
Italy,  J 

Mrs.  Eugene  de  Sabla  has  been  traveling  abroad  thij 
summer  with  her  daughter  Mrs  Clement  Tobtn  ana 
Miss  Aileen  Tobin. 

Mrs  Charles  Hopkins,  who  has  been  abroad  for  somt 
months,  was  at  Baden  Baden  for  a  part  of  the  season- 
Mrs  Hopkins^vill  return  to  her  Paris  apartment  for  thi 
winter- 
Mr  and  Mrs.  Paul  Horst  entertained  a  number  o 
San  Franciscans  recently  at  their  home  on  the  Aveniu 
Ely^ee-Reclu  in  Paris  Miss  Beatrice  Horst  and  Mrs 
William  Younger  were  among  the  guests 

Mrs,  Barton  Cuyler  was  still  at  her  villa  in  Biarrit: 
at  last  accounts,  entertaining  her  son-in-law  and  daugh, 
ter  the  Comte  and  Comtesse  Albert  de  Mun 

Mr-  and  Mrs  Chester  Weaver  were  among  those  wh( 
attended  the  dance  given  by  Mr.  and  Mrs  JosepI: 
Oilier  for  their  debutante  daughter,  Gertrude 

Mrs.  Aldrich  Barton  enjoyed  a  stay  at  Saint  Jean-iit 
Luz  during  August - 

Herman  Rohlfs  was  a  recent  visitor  to  Heidelberg 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  C  O.  G    Miller  had  arrived  in  Bcrln 
at  last  accounts. 

T      ▼      T 

SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Mr.  S  F  B  Morse  and  his  son  and  Mr  Stanfon 
Gwin  sailed  for  Santa  Barbara  and  Coronado  on  Mi 
Morse's  yacht  "The  Waterwagon" 

Mr-  and  Mrs  Curtis  Hutton  are  spending  two  mnn  i 
in  Montecito  at  the  guest  house  on  the  Christian  Holnn 
estate- Mr- and  Mrs  Holmes  and  Mr  and  Mrs  Huii  i 
plan  a  yachting  trip  to  Mexico  later 

Mrs  "Carl  Wolff  and  her  son  and  daughter  have  bttp 
passing  a  few  weeks  at  the  San  Ysidro  ranch  nea' 
Santa  Barbara 

Miss  Ysabel  Chase  and  her  guest.  Miss  Mary  Browr 
Warburton,  spent  fiesta  week  m  Santa  Barbara  Mis 
C-hase's  uncle,  Mr  Addison  Mizncr.  is  also  m  Sant., 
Barbara,  superintending  the  building  of  a  new  home  ii 
the  Montecito  district 

Mr  and  Mrs  Deming  Wheeler  of  Santa  Cruz  am. 
San  Francisco  have  been  passing  several  months  ii 
Santa  Barbara. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Alexander  Isenbergof  Menlo  Park  wer 
also  among  those  who  enjoyed  Fiesta  Week  in  Sant ! 
Barbara 

Mrs  Pollock  Graham  visited  for  a  time  in  Sant 
Barbara  where  she  stayed  with  her  son-in-law  ari' 
daughter,  Mr    and  Mrs,  Charles  Dabnev 

Mrs.  Edward  R.  Bacon  enjoyed  a  visit  at  the  rand; 
home  of  Mr  and  Mrs   Bernard  Alfs  near  Santa  Mon"- 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  James  A,  Folger.  Jr    spent  a^'^*-' 
Santa  Barbara  visiting  with  Mrs,  Kenneth  Mclni^ 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Nion  Tucker  and  Mrs  George  Cu:. 
eron  enjoyed  a  week  at  El  Mirasol  in  Santa  Barbarj 
recently,  .  ,   ' 

Mrs  Harry  H.  Scott  was  the  guest  of  Mr,  and  Mf 
Joseph  G  Coleman  in  Montecito  for  a  fortnight    Mr 
Joel  Remington  Fithia  gave  a  luncheon  for  Mrs,  V 
during  her  visit. 

Miss  Lily  O'Connor  spent  several  weeks  at  ^j'" 
Ynez.  the  guest  of  Major  and  Mrs  William  Holm 
McKittrick. 


SEPTEMBER,   1928 


25 


Helen  Horst 

This  crayoyi  sketch  of  Miss  Horst  loas  done  by  her  fiance,  Jose  Moya  del  Pino,  the  Spanish  artist,  tvho  has 

recently  established  his  studio  in  San  Francisco, 


26 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Mere  Animals 


Dealing  With  Their  Subtleties  in  Random  Verse 

By  FLORA  J.  ARNSTEIN 


The  Turtle 


The.  turtle  crawls  crab-footed. 
One  long-nailed  padded  paw  after 

another; 
His  shell  ill-fitting  like  some  borrowed 

armor. 
Clumsy  and  inflexible; 
His  silly  head  outstretched, 
Rubber  yet  unresilient;  peering  to  right 

and  left. 
He  moves  along,  sloii'ly  portentous  and 

inane. 


The  Moth 


The  moth  pads  blindly  on  the  xvindow 

pane, 
And  blindly,    heads   through    the   open 

sash, 
Blundering  into  the  room, — 
On  ceiling  and  ivall  he  pads, 
Flappijig  is  thudding  ivings. 
He  knozvs  the  light 
Dully,  as  some  primordial  brute 
The  mating  urge; 
He  ivins  it  blindly,  and  as  blindly 

hums — 
Or,  baffled  by  a  light  encased  in  glass, 
Hovers  obsessed  and  immobile  and  dumb. 


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The  Mouse 

The  mouse  is  a  bit  of  a  pun: 

He  ruiis  both  ways. 

And  erect  on  his  seat,  he  has  all  the  taut 

immobility 
Of  a  miniature  Buddha  carved  jrom  the 

shell  of  a  nut. 
His  little  snout  is  sharp  with  perpetual 

scenting. 
His  little  pazvs  have  the  competent  edge 
Of  a  flutist  of  practised  bravoura . 
His  tail  has  a  lyrical  turn. 
And  sways  to  the  curve  of  its  line. 
Like  a  tapering  pennant 
Afloat  mi  a  negligent  breeze. 
The  mouse  is  compact  in  completeness. 
The  point  of  a  quip. 
The  dot  at  the  end  of  a  sentence. 


The  Cat 

The  cat  is  an  interrogation  point. 

Qreen  eyes  unfathomable  in  the  dark, 

Blunt  eyes  unfathomable  in  the  day. 

She  is  sinuous  and  suggestive. 

Allusive  ayid  provocative — 

Her  tad,  a  tantalizing  bit  of  irony, — 

Her  paivs  are  padded  threats. 

Her  coat  escapes  the  hand — ivater  that 

does  not  ivet. 
Her  purring  escapes  the  ears,  as  words 

that  have  no  sense. 
The  cat  has  all  the  Sphinx's  art. 
Age-old.     Her  ivays  are  silent  and  ob- 
scure,— 
She  has  her  ritual,  her  witches'  rites; 
Tenacious  as  a  tendril's  grasp. 
Elusive  too,  as  water's  phosphorescence. 
The  cat  is  cryptic,  passionate  and  wise, 
The  smothered  question  at  the  core  of 
each  domestic  hearth. 


The  Camel 

The  camel  is  a  comic  philosopher. 

He  rises  like  a  bolster  and  rocks 

Like  a  run-away  wagon  of  hay. 

He  munches  in  pensive  withdrawal. 

Balancing  his  ascetic  head,  he  slowly 
surveys, 

With  regal  and  arrogant  glance,  his  con- 
tiguous world. 

He  scorns  it,  ivith  shameless  appraisal, 
ivith  sneer  undisguised, 

Then,  straddling  and  gaunt,  and  un- 
kempt, 

With  pendulous  lipping,  affirms 

His  ribald  convictions — immune,  unper- 
turbed and  unshriven. 


SEPTEMBER,   1928 


Are  We  Learning  to  Read? 

Voicing  a  Hope  for  American  Letters 

By  JOSEPH  HENDERSON 


27 


^Vbout  six  months  ago  there   ap- 
/"^     peared  a  new  novel  by  a  young 
■J.      X.  author     practically     unknown 
outside  a  tight  little  circle  of  dilletantes 
and  artists  in  the  East.  This  novel  con- 
tained an  abstruse,  somewhat  skeptical 
philosophy  of  life,   a  lot  of  extremely 
subtle  comment  on  Catholic  theology, 
Mme.  de  Sevigne  and  her  letters  to  her 
daughter,  Spanish  classical  drama  and 
contrapuntal  music,  and  Peruvian  man- 
I   ners  and  customs  in  the  early  Eighteenth 
Century.  The  book  was  further  written 
in    a   cultivated,    highly   personal   style 
which   depended   for  its  effects   largely 
upon  a  great  sophistication  of  metaphor, 
and  showed  that  the  writer  had  an  un- 
■  jl  usually    precocious    acquaintance    with 
the  classics  in  about  half  a  dozen  dead 
and  living  tongues.  And  yet  this  novel 
has  become  a   best-seller,   received  the 
Pulitzer  Prize  and  is  probably  by  now 
safely  headed  towards  Hollywood  and 
Broadway,  which  will  about  complete 
the  temporal  honors  that  can  be  con- 
!  ferred    on    a    work    of   fiction    in    this 
i  Republic. 

|j:      There  are  several  rather  homely  rea- 
H  sons  for  the  success  of  The  Bridge  of  San 
Luis  I{ey.   First  of  all,   perhaps  it  is  a 
literary   freak    like    Qullivcr's    Travels, 
which  thousands  read  for  the  ingenuity 
of  its  form  without  at  all  comprehend- 
ing its  profundity  of  human  observation. 
The   scene   of   The   Bridge    is    laid   in 
:  Spanish    Peru   therefore    giving    it    the 
romance  of  distance  in  a   Latin  coun- 
try, something  which  the  Anglo  Saxon 
masses,    naturally    adore.       Lastly,    the 
theme  of  the  book,  frustrated  love,  is 
of  universal   interest  particularly  in  as 
;  highly  mechanized  and  inhibited  a  civi- 
[ilization  as  ours. 

»      T      T 

BUT  none  of  these  reasons  is  sufficient, 
to  account  for  The  Bridge's  wide 
popularity  because  any  of  the  above 
virtues  may  be  had  in  much  greater 
variety  and  for  a  cheaper  price  at  the 
Movies  or  in  the  magazines.  The  only 
inference  I  can  see  is  that  the  American 
public  has  learned  to  admire  beautiful 
writing,  sound  characterization,  the  in- 
telligent representation  of  human  weak- 
nesses, and  intellectual  explanations  of 
the  universe — for  these  are  the  only 
other  elements  of  which  The  Bridge  of 
San  Luis  K.ey  is  composed. 
I  If  it  is  true  that  people  like  this  novel 
(tor  its  intrinsic  qualities,  the  ever-lively 
question  of  whether  or  not  the  arts  can 
wvive  and  multiply  in  the  United 
;5taccs  presents  new  and  hopeful  aspects. 
jJne  might  have  supposed  even  as  late 


as    fifteen    years   ago    that    the    arts    in 
America  were  definitely  perishing.  The 
theatre  contented  itself  with  reproducing 
the  tawdriest  London  and  Parisian  suc- 
cesses, operas,  and  symphonies  of  doubt- 
ful   excellence   merely    held    their   own 
under  the  patronage  of  decaying  aris- 
tocracies,  and  architecture  was  almost 
entirely  abortive.    Literature  had  fared 
a  little  better  and  for  this  very  reason 
seemed  to  be  the  most  serious  failure  of 
all  because  when  there  had  appeared  a 
major  writer  such  as  Whitman  or  Wil- 
liam  James,    Americans,    as   a    people, 
hardly    ever     heard     of    them    except 
through  the  admiring  comment  of  in- 
telligent Europeans.  It  would  be  a  long 
story  to  tell  how  and  why  this  condi- 
tion of  artistic  sterility  has  changed  but 
we  all  know  that  it  has  become  a  com- 
monplace to  talk  of  the  thriving  condi- 
tion   of    music,    architecture    and    the 
theatre  in  America.  And  the  greatest  sur- 
prises of  all  have  come  from  literature. 
Thornton  Wilder's  case  is  significant. 
An  extremely  cerebral  young  man  in  his 
earliest  thirties,  accustomed  to  a  small 
esoteric  audience,  he  may  well  wonder 
where  his  sudden  popularity  will  lead 
him.   After  the  limited,   though  unex- 
pected success  of  his   first   novel.    The 
Cabala,  he  dissuaded  his  publishers  from 
spending   extra   money   on   advertising 
because  he  insisted  that  his  next  novel 
would  not  be  half  so  attractive  to  the 
public,  and  that  it  would  be  so  "Freu- 
dian" and  so  subtle  as  to  be  understood 
by   only   a   very   few.    In   writing    The 
Bridge  of  San  Luis  liey  Mr.  Wilder  was 
in  fact  just  as  "Freudian"  and  as  subtle 
as  he  wanted  to  be;  he  wrote  freely  with 
an  eye  for  the  highest  literary  qualities 
and — the  public  liked  it. 

T       T       T 

THERE  should  no  longer  be  the  same 
excuse  for  the  misunderstood  young 
"genius"  who  cannot  find  an  audience 
in  America.  Let  the  young  writer  follow 
Mr.  Wilder's  example  and  learn  to 
write  beautifully  in  the  English  language 
and  he  ought  to  get  a  good  hearing.  He 
need  not  write  well  even  in  a  traditional 
style  as  Willa  Cather  and  Edith  Wharton 
have  done;  he  may  speak  openly  and  be 
accepted  if  he  has  important,  human 
things  to  say  in  the  right  words. 

In  speaking  of  the  Marquesa  de  Mont- 
mayor's  letters  Mr.  Wilder  says  that  the 
function  of  literature  is  to  record  "the 
notation  of  the  heart,"  and  that  style  is 
"the  faintly  contemptible  chalice  that 
holds  the  bitter  liquid."  To  many  people 
in  the  world  these  sayings  are  not  new, 
but   they   have   seldom   been   heard   in 


r 


What  a 

BAND 

What  a  / 

SETTING/ 


SAN  Franciscans  may  well 
X       -  rejoice  m  the  new  Palm 

sr     *    Court,  of  the  Palace  Hotel,  "Amer- 
— S       ica's  Most  Beautiful  Dining  Room." 
Redecorated  .  .  .  with  special  lighting 
effects,  and  a  maplewood  spring  dance 
floor  .  .  .  this  is  San  Francisco's  smartest 
setting   for   Dinner   and  Supper   Dance 
(held  nightly  except   Sundays,   from   7 
p.  m.  to  1  a.  m.)  and  Tea  Dances,  Sat- 
urday afternoons,  3.30  to  5.30. 
To  cap  the  fascination ,  we  have  engaged 

Gordon  Henderson 

and  his 

Palm  Court 
Dance  Orchestra 

Without  peer  in  San  Francisco,  this 
dance  aggregation  plays  the  kind  of 
music  that  cantalires  and  commands 
your  distinct  approval.  Rhythm,  synco- 
pation, melody,  harmony  and  special 
effects  .   .  they  have  them  all. 

Prices  will  remain  as  heretofore. 
Table  d'hote  dinners  ($1.75  and  $2.50) 
and  a  la  carte  dinners  without  couvert 
charge.  For  non-diners  every  eve- 
ning but  Saturday,  a  couvert  charge 
of  50  cents  after  9  p.  m. ;  Saturday, 
$1.  Dinner  served  at  6  p.  m. 
Instrumental  music  7  to  S 
p.  m.  Dancing  8  p.  m. 
to  1  a.  m. 


PALACE  '» 

HOTEL 

SAN  FRANCISCO 
M-anagcmcnt,  HalseyE.  Manwaring 


28 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Store  on  the  Square 


Telephone  "Douglas  4^00 


Olds,  Wortman  *  Kjno.  B.  F.  Schlesinoer  a.  Sons,  7gf.  Rhodej  Bros. 

Tacoma 


JIeds 


;o 


le   de   vivreJ 


At  the  extreme  warm  end  of  the  spec- 
trum, red  is  associated  with  open  fires, 
with  holly  berries,  with  flaming  sumac 
and  oak  and  sunsets.  It  is  the  color  of 
cheer,  the  color  of  joy.  It  flatters  the 
wearer,  making  the  skin  seem  whiter  and 
enriching  the  personality  with  its  own 
verve. 

Reds  for  Fall  run  the  whole  gamut  of 
coIor.Chanel  sponsors  raspberry  red.The 
American  silk  manufacturers  are  show- 
ing peony,  Zouave  and  wild  cherry.  The 
Fall  Fashion  Show  in  New  York  starred 
guava  red,  which  is  like  sunlight  seen 
through  a  glass  of  mellow  claret.  Look  in 
our  salons.  There  you  will  find  all 
the  moderne  reds. 


America,  and  since,  as  seems  to  he  the 
case,  we  at  last  have  ears  to  hear  them, 
let  us  hope  for  a  body  of  literature  com- 
posed of  chalices  no  less  contemptible 
and  containing  an  even  more  bitter 
liquid  than  Mr.  Wilder's. 
▼    »    ▼ 

The  New  Opera  House 

Conlinucd  from  page  10 

cent  invention,  with  resources  and  facil-  I 
ities  unprecedented  in  stage  illumina-  I 
tion  The  cyclorama  is  illuminated,  not 
merely  from  the  top  and  sides,  but  also 
from  a  specially  designed  trough  in 
front.  This  will  greatly  enhance  both 
the  aesthetic  and  the  realistic  effects.  In 
addition  to  many  other  unusual  fea- 
tures in  the  forestage  illumination  there 
arc  eight  rows  ot  border  lights,  instead 
of  the  usual  two,  each  with  full  range 
of  color  equipment  and  every  degree  of 
intensity  control,  and  this  permits  of 
every  conceivable  quality  of  atmospheric 
effect. 

Around  the  stage  block  there  are  un- 
usual facilities  for  building  sets,  a  huge 
and  perfectly  equipped  carpenter  shop,  a 
well  designed  electric  shop  and  spacious 
studios  for  preparing  the  drops. 

Dressing  rooms  and  offices  are  pro- 
vided in  the  same  generous  scale.  There 
are  22  rooms  for  stars,  each  with  its  now 
bath,  and  they  are  large  rooms,  16x22, 
feet,  and  all  day  lighted,  looking  out 
onto  the  Memorial  Court.  The  ballet 
and  chorus  dressing  rooms  are  unusually 
commodious  and  there  are  fine  practise 
rooms  for  these  units.  Immediately  ad- 
joining the  stage  there  are  large  and  well 
equipped  offices  for  both  the  opera  and 
the  symphony  organizations.  1 

' ' '  ! 

SAN  Fr-'^ncisco  will  soon  come  into  ' 
possession  of  one  of  the  world's 
most  magnificent  and  most  perfectly 
equipped  opera  houses.  If  it  is  adminis- 
tered with  the  imagination  and  energy 
that  we  have  every  reason  to  expect  and 
if  it  is  supported  with  the  understanding 
and  enthusiasm  of  which  San  Francisco 
is  capable,  it  will  be  one  ot  the  city's 
finest  assets  and  will  in  sober  tact  make 
opera  history. 

▼       T       T 

These  Here  Fairs 

Continued  from  page  22 

a  faithful  report  to  the  less  fortunate  at 
home.  Serious  business,  this,  to  the  men 
and  women.  "O  !  You  should  have  been 
to  the  State  Fair!  there  was  a  new — ' 
and  then  would  be  related  the  wonders 
of  the  latest  invention.  ■ 

T      T      T  [ 

DUST  everywhere.  Dust  and  a  breath- 
less heat.  Ox-eyed  women,  turn- 
ing unflinchingly  from  the  vision  of  an 
electrical  dish  washer  in  order  to  join^ 
their  husbands  in  scrutinizing  a  hoe  or  a 

Continued  on  page  32 


SEPTEMBER,   1928 


29 


People  We  Know 

ByH.S. 

THE  BACK-SEAT  DRIVER 

...  is  a  female  of  ripe  years  and  ner- 
vous temper  that  is  truly  a  great  griev- 
ance to  the  person  at  the  wheel.  She  will 
caution  her  spouse  at  every  corner,  and 
by  her  sudden  shrieking  she  will  cause 
him  to  swerve  irom  contact  with  an 
ice-wagon,  only  to  graze  the  tender  of 
the  florist's  boy.  She  instructs  him  in 
his  steering  twixt  the  Scylla  ot  the 
street-car  and  the  Charybdis  ot  the  pass- 
ing Cadillac,  and  her  concern  is  ever 
the  avoidance  of  the  baby-carriage  and 
the  vacillating  bicycle.  It  were  charity  to 
call  her  a  victim  ot  hallucinations,  for 
she  is  forever  beholding  phantoni  stop- 
signals  and  is  continually  pursued  by 
invisible  motor-cops  that  terrify  and 
frighten  her  out  ot  herselt.  She  has  no 
quarrel  with  the  road-map,  but  she  pre- 
fers to  ask  the  way  of  every  country 
yokel.  There  is  no  remedy  for  the  infirm- 
ities of  such  an  one,  unless  she  be  let  to 
manipulate  the  vehicle  herself. 


AN  INVETERATE  BRIDGE- 
PLAYER 
...   is  a  matron  of  years  and  social  sta- 
tion that  has  a  natural  dislike  to  her  own 
company   and   her   own   thoughts.    She 
betakes  herself  to  the  society  of  others 
of  her  kind  in  hope  to  get  diversion  from 
the  combination  of  so  many  boredoms, 
like  a  voter  that  hopes  to  get  good  gov- 
,  ernment   from   the   combination   of  so 
;  many  ignorances.  The  affairs  of  nations 
are  beyond  her  sphere  of  interest,   and 
the  taking  of  a  town  in  war  is  less  im- 
I  portant  than  the  taking  of  a  trick.  She 
had  rather  interpret  one  obscure  word  in 
I  a  book  on  Auction  Bridge  than  to  read 
.  the  wit  and  wisdom  of  the  ages.   Her 
I  conversation  is  confined  to  a  discussion 
•:  of  the  hand  just  finished,  and  she  will 
j  suffer  none  to  speak  while  she  is  making 
;  game.    Her   glance   will   never   wander 
j  from    the    table,    save    to    appraise    a 
i  neighbor's    hat,    and    her    afternoon    is 
spent  and  gone  with  nothing  but  a  jar 
i  of  bath  salts  to  account  tor  it. 


THE  GIRL-SLAYER 

[  ...   is  a  young  female  of  uncommon 

:  beauty  who  has  a  natural  aptitude  for 

I  shooting  husbands.  Purveyors  ot  public- 

i  ity  are  most  desirous  of  her  photograph, 

'  and  she  is  greatly  sought  after  by  the 

magnates  of  the  cinema.  Both  country 

louts  and  city  swains  make  application 

;  for  her  hand  in  wedlock,   and  she  has 

I  much   ado   to   make   decision   amongst 

'  them.  Her  name  is  to  be  found  in  every 

daily   publication,    and   her  type  is  the 

delight  and  wonder  of  the  stage.  Verily 

she  has  bewitched  the  magistrates,  and 


Miss  Virginia  Phillips  who  adds  to  her  fame  as  an  actress  and 

dancer  the  reputation  of  being  San  Francisco's 

most  beautiful  Society  girl. 

Miss  Phillips  ivrites: 

A  trip  to  the  Hatvaiian  Islands  aboard  that  giant  yacht,  the  Malolo? 

One  of  those  rare  experiences  ivhere  the  actuality  far  exceeds  the 
dream  of  it! 


,\.^v 


People  who  know,  book  on  the  Malolo  to  Hawaii.  Among  your 
fellow-travelers  on  the  four-day  voyage  are  persons  of  social  and 
professional  prominence  who  take  this  magnificent  new  ship  because 
it  is  the  smart  way  to  go.  The  Malolo  gives  you  all  the  delightful 
luxuries  and  grateful  comforts  that  newness  and  size  alone  can  pro- 
vide. Let  it  come  as  a  pleasing  afterthought  that  the  cost  is  most 
moderate. 

One  or  more  Matson  Liners  sail  from  San  Francisco  every  week 
— the  Malolo  sails  on  alternate  Saturdays. 

Matson  Line 

Hawaii  •  South  Seas  •  Australia 

GENERAL     OFFICES:     2I5     MARKET     STREET,     SAN     FRANCISCO 

also    PORTLAND    •    SEATTLE    •    LOS    ANGELES    •    DALLAS 

CHICAGO    •    NEW    YORK 


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TtTHE  WHITEHHHUSE^ 

W    RAPHAEL  \VE1LL  8  COMPANY/  fi. 

\No^vIi'CanB^Ti)la^V 


^ 


AN     F  R  A  N  C  I  S  C  O    O  II 

opera  nights!  Picture 
the  great  bulky  out- 
line of  Dreamland 
Auditorum  crouch- 
ing under  its  misted 
halo  of  lights,  cahs 
darting  in  and  out  like  automatic  toys, 
horns,  little  and  big  sotto  voice,  sound- 
ing their  way  through  the  traffic.  Sway- 
ing crowds,  then  here  and  there  an 
exquisitely  costumed  woman  standing 
forth  individually  until  the  whole  pulsing 
sceneenfolds  like  a  night  blooming  flower. 

pENiNG  NIGHT  Sep- 
tember fifteenth,  will 
also  bring  forth  the 
first  Fall  styles  in  a 
sudden  and  spectacu- 
lar burst  of  splendor. 
And  fashions,  this 
season,  are  particularly  worthy  the  most 
sparkling,  sophisticated  background  any 
city  can  afford.  Fabrics  and  furs  are 
regally  splendid  Simplicity  is  the  pitch 
note,  but  it  is  a  simplicity  of  elegance 
rather  than  naivete,  evolved  from  most 
intricately  manipulated  lines. 


ALL   EVENING   WRAPS 

resemble  each  other 
in  one  point  only  .  . 
and  that  is  width. 
Aftert  hat  they  branch 
out  into  delightful 
discoveries  of  what 
to  do  with  this  unaccustomed  gener- 
osity of  line  .  one  resorts  to  unexpected 
groups  of  shirrings  alternated  between 
folds  .  .  an  ombre  green  velvet  gathers 
all  its  fulness  into  the  sleeves  .  .  another 
glories  in  sleeves  that  are  shirred  at  the 
shoulder  and  drop  in  a  loose  water-fall 
line  to  the  wrist. 


'H  E    PERFECT     UPdct- 

"standing  between 
*  fabric  and  silhouette 
will  be  quite  as  much 
a  treat  to  the  style- 
sensitive  woman  as 
the  gifted  Viennese' 
voice  scaling  the  heights  of  Turandot. 
Of  course,  fabrics,  in  this  season  of 
studied  formality  decide  the  silhouette. 
Laces  .  .  light-hearted  tulles  .  stiff 
taffetas  .  .  supple  satins  .  .  and  above 
all,  velvets,  are  the  established  fabrics 
for  fashionable  opera  attendance. 

■  HE  BOUFFANT  TYPE  haS 

risen  to  heights  of 
dignity  in  stiff  satins, 
taffeta  faced  velvets 
and  moires  that  were 
merely  ambitious 
dreams  in  last  year's 
lighter  weaves.  Frivolous  tulles,  in  spite 
of  their  sober  browns  and  carbon  blues 
continue  the  support  of  youthful  period 
frocks  aided  by  perennial  taffetas  So- 
phisticated satin  surprisingly  appears  as 
a  demure  Victorian  with  severe  front 
contrasted  by  a  billowy  bustle  .  . 

,  OLOR  ENTERS  into  the 
scheme  of  things  with 
a  royal  flourish.  Re- 
splendent purples  and 
reds  that  melt  into 
petunia  and  violet 
shades  and  from  these 
into  the  lovely  indefinite  blues.  Greater 
care  must  be  taken  with  the  matching 
slippers  that  are  the  invariable  rule  for 
evening.  It  is  interesting  and  profitable 
to  know  that  The  White  House  not 
only  has  a  dye  repertoire  of  one  hundred 
and  ninety-nine  shades  but  also  guaran- 
tees every  one. 


A   D  V   L   H   T    1    S  li  M   E  N   T 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 

with  her  inciting  tears  and  honied 
smiles  she  calculates  to  turn  the  pates  ot 
twelve  good  men  and  true.  She  is 
exempted  from  the  prison  and  the  death 
penalty  because  of  her  good  looks  and 
femininity;  otherwise  she  has  as  good  a 
title  to  hanging  as  another. 

▼      T      T 

THE  BOND  SALESMAN 
...  is  a  well-born  youth  of  plutocratic 
ancestry  who  has  recently  received  his 
degree  of  Bachelor  of  Arts  and  is  there- 
by qualified  to  hawk  securities  about  the 
town.  He  differs  froin  the  vendor  of 
broomsticks  or  of  pious  tracts  in  that 
he  may  not  so  easily  be  got  rid  oh  He 
will  suffer  none  to  say  him  nay;  tho 
twenty  times  the  master  of  the  house  be 
out,  yet  will  he  come  again  to  button- 
hole him  on  the  twenty-first.  The 
maiden  lady  or  widow  is  his  special  joy ; 
with  winning  smile  and  sugared  speeches 
he  prevails  upon  her  to  accept  of  his 
advice,  nor  will  he  take  his  leave  until 
she  change  her  four  per  cents  to  Irriga- 
tion District  No.  lo. 

For  all  his  guile  he  is  unhurtful  in  the 
main,  and  so  is  let  to  roam  at  liberty 
until  he  wed  a  debutante  or  till  his 
father  take  him  in  the  business. 

▼      ▼      T 

A  WOMAN  NOVELIST  , 

.   .   .  is  a  female  that,  having  the  good  I 
fortune  to  publish  a  book  or  two,  goes  ; 
forth  to  lecture  to  the  clubs  on  how  she  ; 
did    it.    She    is    thought    a    wonderful  t| 
accessory  to  any  tea  or  luncheon — the  ! 
more  so  if  she  can  be  got  to  speak,  for  « 
she  is  Lady  Oracle,  and  when  she  opes 
her  mouth  let  no  cat  meow.  The  ado-  i 
lescent  literati  cluster  round  about  her  to 
inquire  the  way   to   fame,    but  all  the 
satisfaction  she  will  allow  them  is  ad- 
vice to  marry  early  or  to  go  upon  the 
stage.  She  is  most  susceptible  to  flattery, 
and  the  surest  way  to  win  her  approba- 
tion is  to  bring  her  her  own  novels  to 
be  a\itographed. 

T       T       T 

Dean  David 

Continued  from  page  14 

His  first  great  success  was  his  produc- 
tion of  "The  Heart  of  Maryland"  with 
Mrs.  Leslie  Carter,  whose  stage  career 
he  made  possible  and  whom  he  trained 
for  the  stage.  Blanche  Bates  first  attained 
success  under  his  sponsorship,  as  did 
David  Warfield,  Frances  Starr,  Lenore 
Ulric. 

Much  idolatry   has  been   laid  at  his 
teet  for  his  thoroughness,  his  invaluable 
contributions  to  the  technique  of  play  , 
production.   He  and  Stanisla visky ,  I 
founder  of  the  Moscow  Art  Theatre,  j 
have  been  compared  on  the  basis  of  their 
realism. 

David  Belasco,  a  native  of  San  Fran- 
cisco, is,  in  truth,  the  "Dean  of  Ameri- 
can Producers." 


SEPTEMBER,  1928 


31 


POKING  about  the  town  for  the  un- 
usual it  is  easy  to  find  one's  steps 
turned  toward  the  shop  ot  Henry 
H.  Hart  on  Post  Street  Here  the  rare, 
fine  objects  ot  Oriental  Art  may  always 
be  found.  What  is  more,  Mr.  Hart  is  a 
recognized  authority  on  the  subject.  He 
has  at  his  tongue's  tip  the  answer  to 
questions  you  may  ask  him  concerning 
the  history  ot  anything  in  his  shop. 

We  are  sorry  to  admit  that  this  is  not 
always  so.  There  is  a  shop-keeper  or  two 
in  our  fair  city  that  would  do  well  to 
follow  Mr,  Hart's  very  excellent  ex- 
ample. 

For  instance  yesterday  1  picked  up  a 
fat  lapis  snufF  bottle,  colored  like  the 
bay  at  Monterey,  Now  snuff  bottles 
have  always  intrigued  me  and  I  went 
to  Mr.  Hart  brimming  with  questions. 
He  was  busy  with  a  customer  but  he 
said,  "Come  in  tomorrow  and  I'll  tell 
you  all  about  them." 

"Tomorrow,"  I  answered,  "I  am  go- 
ing out  of  town." 

"Stop  in  anyway  tonight.  I'll  jot 
down  a  tew  notes  which  you  may  read 
as  you  run." 

Mr.  Hart  is  a  man  of  his  word  for 
the  next  day  a  neat  sheaf  of  typewritten 
notes  accompanied  me  on  my  journey. 

I  am  going  to  share  them  with  you 
for  they  are  informing,  interesting  facts 
upon  a  fascinating  subject.  He  wrote  ; 


THE  collecting  of  Chinese  snuff-bottles 
is  one  of  the  most  interesting  phases 
of  curio-hunting.  It  leads  the  collector 
along  fascinating  paths  of  art,  folk-lore 


and  history,  knowledge  of  stones  and 
porcelains,  lacquers  and  metals.  In  fol- 
lowing it  specimens  of  Chinese  art  can 
be  gathered  which  would  be  far  too 
costly  to  collect  in  larger  pieces,  at  least 
for  the  average  collector. 

Although  tobacco  was  brought  to 
China  from  Manila  in  1530,  it  was  not 
until   16S7,  during  the  reign  of  K'ang 


Hi,  that  snuff  was  first  imported  from 
Japan.  Immediately  the  demand  for  con- 
tainers tor  snuff  became  insistent.  As  the 
Europeans  of  the  same  period  produced 
marvels  of  artistry  and  craftsmanship  in 
snuff-boxes,  so  the  Chinese  showered  all 
their  ingenuity  and  imagination  on 
snuff-bottles. 

The  fad  of  collecting  snuff-bottles 
immediately  sprang  up  in  China,  and 
has  continued  down  to  the  present  day. 
Unfortunately,  with  the  decline  of  snuff- 
taking  and  the  wars  and  revolutions 
which  have  swept  over  China  of  late 
years,  the  production  of  good  bottles  has 
practically  ceased,  and  fine,  artistic  spec- j 
imens  are  becoming  scarcer  all  the  time.jB 
and  correspondingly  more  costly.  M. 


Bottles  are  found  in  porcelain,  glass, 
crystal,  jade,  amethyst,  agate,  lapis — in 
fact  in  every  imagainable  material.  The 
porcelains  are  usually  of  fine  paste,  ex- 
quisitely modelled  and  decorated. 

Some  of  the  most  interesting  bottles 
are  of  glass,  in  the  making  of  which  the 
Chinese  equal,  if  they  do  not  surpass  the 
glassblowers  of  Europe,  the  greatest  of 
whom  admit  their  indebtedness  to  the 
Chinese  for  both  execution  and  tech- 
nique. They  are  most  original  in  their 
modelling  and  in  their  mastery  of  deep 
carving  ot  plain  and  vari-colored  glass 
with  flowers,  animals,  legendary  figures 
and  every  other  design  which  only  the 
tertile  imagination  of  the  sons  of  Han 
could  evolve.  Other  glass  and  crystal 
bottles  are  painted  with  flowers,  land- 
scapes and  martial  scenes  on  the  inside. 
It  is  only  by  a  prodigy  of  patience  and 
skill  that  the  artists  paint  these  pictures 
in  full,  though  almost  microscopic  de- 
tail. They  lie  on  their  backs  while  doing 
this  work,  painting  through  the  narrow 
neck  of  the  bottle,  and  using  tiny,  right- 
angled  brushes. 

A  volume  could  be  written  about  the 
wealth  of  Chinese  religion,  history, 
folk-lore  and  mythology  to  be  found  in  a 
collection  ot  these  bottles.  These  few 
paragraphs  can  but  suggest  the  kingdom 
of  fascination  and  pleasure  which  one 
enters  through  the  collecting  of  Chinese 
snuff-bottles. 


Is  it  any  wonder  I  am  a  frequent  visitor 
to   the  colorful   shop   ot^  Henrv   H 
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These  Here  Fairs 

( jjntinucd  from  page  28 

spade.  A  spade.  Double  a  spade.  No  bid. 
One  no  trump.  Playing  at  the  club — a 
cool  drink  in  a  cool,  high  ceilinged 
room 

"Come  on,"  said  Uncle  John. 

Into  a  blazing  sun,  headed  this  time 
toward  lood  past  rows  of  ice  cream 
stands,  pop-corn  stands  and  orange 
drink  stands.  We  entered  a  screen  en- 
closed lunch  room.  Over  a  cooling  glass 
ot  buttermilk  I  watched  my  uncle  eat 
fried  chicken,  corn  bread,  apple  pie  and 
coffee.  Such  coffee!  What  men  they  raise 
in  Kansas! 

After  lunch  I  was  told  that  it  we  hur- 
ried we  would  be  in  time  for  the  first 
heat.  I  thought  this  uncle  of  mine  was 
crazy  when  we  started.  From  thence- 
forth I  was  certain.  Hurrying  toward 
some  place  where  we  would  find  heat! 
But  when  we  reached  the  place  where 
this  heat  business  was  to  take  place,  I 
discovered  he  had  been  talking  about 
horse  racing.  At  the  track,  we  pried  our 
way  to  the  fence  rail  where  we  settled 
down  to  a  jolly  afternoon  of  watching  a 
few  horses  and  wagons  create  an  un- 
earthly dust. 

Running  my  finger  around  my  neck 
which  seemed  to  be  an  integral  part  of 
a  sodden  shirt,  I  wondered  how  these 
drivers  in  their  sulkies  could  survive  an 
afternoon's  program.  Merely  being  seen 
in  a  linen  duster,  goggles  and  gloves 
should  be  enough  to  overcome  them. 
Fancy  wearing  this  ensemble  in  the  face 
ot  a  hot  September  sun.  For  sport,  too! 

T      ▼      T 

WE  left  the  race  track  at  threeo'clock. 
At  three-five  I  would  have  been 
taken  on  a  stretcher.  My  feet  ached,  my 
back  ached,  my  throatached  andthe  angry 
piece  of  sunburned  flesh,  which  had 
been  a  neck,  ached  from  peering  over 
people's  shoulders. 

The  judging  of  the  cattle  was  over,  I 
discovered  after  niy  uncle  had  stitf  armed 
and  side  stepped  through  a  crowd  which 
would  have  treampled  a  man  less  in- 
domitable. Did  I  care  which  one  of  the 
surly  beasts  won  the  prize?  Could  it  matter? 

▼      T      ▼ 

I  HEARD  myself  express  the  opinion 
that  the  Fair  was  wonderful.  Yes,  I 
lied,  wasn't  it  too  bad  that  we  couldn't 
take  in  the  midway  or  the  art  exhibit  or 
the  food  show;  but  so  many  automobile 
accidents  occur  after  dark  that  a  person  was 
v-rise  in  leaving  while  there  was  daylight. 
Uncle  John  said  it  was  a  shame  we 
had  to  leave  so  early  in  view  of  the 
wonderful  day  we  had  had.  There  were 
so  many  things  to  be  seen  (didn't  I 
know!).  Still,  one's  life  is  more  im- 
portant than  a  tew  hours  of  pleasure. 
Ne.xt  year,  he  consoled  me,  we  would 
leave  home  earlier  in  the  morning.  Then 
we  would  have  a  day  of  it ! 


SEPTEMBER,  1928 


33 


Pacific  Coast  Showdom 

By  JACK  CAMPBELL 

Now  that  Rome  has  been  saved; 
Mary  Dugan  acquitted;  Count 
Dracula  exterminated;  Tom- 
my married;  Chatran  the  Great  exoner- 
ated; Shubert's  chorines  undressed;  Span- 
ish diplomacy  purified  and  Conway 
Tearle  rehabiUtated  behind  the  toot- 
lights,  what  more  can  the  stage  offer? 

Do  the  portents  spell  a  long  dull 
period  of  inactivity  for  the  San  Fran- 
cisco theaters?  Indeed,  no ! 


■ss^ 


Our  rialto  will  be  a  veritable  caravan- 
serai for  a  long  list  of  superlative  attrac- 
tions wending  hither  from  all  parts  of 
the  world. 

Toward  the  Geary  Street  emporiums 
of  entertainment,  two  distinctive  gems 
of  amusement  have  already  entrained. 
They  are  "The  Royal  Family"  and 
"Good  News."  Both  survived  an  entire 
season  in  New  York,  enjoying  in  their 
respective  categories,  the  cream  of  criti- 
cal and  lay  praise. 

By  Edna  Ferber  and  George  Kauff- 
man,  "The  Royal  Family"  has  been 
termed  the  finest  of  all  plays  possessing 
the  stage  for  a  background.  Those  who 
have  admired  "Trelawny  of  the  Wells" 
for  the  past  three  score  years  may  now 
delight  in  a  more  amusing  though  less 
sentimental  tale  of  theater  folk. 

Herein  is  portrayed  a  family  of  self- 
centered  and  conceited,  albeit  delightful, 
descendants  of  the  great  stage  tradition. 
There  is  grandmother,  who  despite  ex- 
treme age  and  countless  infirmities  re- 
tains a  passion  for  trouping,  especially 
through  the  "tank  towns"  of  Idaho  and 
Nebraska.  Her  daughter,  riding  the  crest 
of  popular  favor,  is  over-indulgent  in 
both  generosity  and  vanity  and  is  result- 
ingly  compelled  to  toil  without  rest. 
And  there  is  the  brother  who  has  been  in 
Hollywood  and  is  at  the  time  enjoying 
a  hide  and  seek  game  with  some  vicious 
schemestress  from  his  latest  movie. 

Around  these  three  hover  some  mem- 
bers of  the  younger  generation,  a  play 
producer  who  has  long  been  a  friend  of 
the  grandmother,  and  a  pair  of  relations 
who  have  finally  succumbed  to  a  tour 
of  the  vaudeville  circuits  until  the  New 
York  stage  regains  its  erstwhile  nor- 
mality. 

For  three  acts  these  eccentric  indi- 
viduals parade  the  stage,  making  mag- 
nificent entrances  and  e.xits,  duelling 
with  the  servants,  bickering  among 
themselves,  threatening  retirement,  and 
showing  generally  to  what  impossible 


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A  lour  storv  fireproof  building  is  being  added  to  our 

present  Shops.  This  will  give  us  the  most  modern 

and  complete  studio  and  workshops  on 

the  Pacific  Coast  to  better  serve 

our  many  patrons. 

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A.  Famous  Doorway 

in  Hollywood  that  means  home  to  travelers 

The  doorway  of  this  hotel  means  home — personal 
comfort — service — pleasant  surroundings.  It  also 
means  that  you  are  convinitnlly  located  in  Holly- 
wood— film  Capitol  of  thi  world — amusement  center 
of  Southern  California. 

Good  Food  a  Feature 

A  French  chef  has  made  the  dining  room  famous. 
Club  breakfasts,  luncheons  or  dinners  at  popular 
prices.    Also  a  la  carte  service. 

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Hollywood,*' — today! 

The  Hollywood  Plaza  Hotel 

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level  the  public  can  elevate  a  set  of 
stringless  puppets. 

Dear  Emelie  Melville  is  to  he  the 
grandmother!  This  role  admirably  suits 
her  grandiose  manner  and  florid  address. 
San  Francisco  will  delight  to  see  its  fav- 
orite resident  actress  in  so  splendid  a 
role. 

From  New  York,  Charlotte  Walker 
has  been  engaged  to  enact  the  stage 
mother.  Judging  the  glowing  notices 
which  she  received  on  the  road  last 
season  with  "The  Constant  Wife,"  one 
must  admit  that  she  has  developed  into 
an  actress  of  consummate  skill  in  whose 
hands  this  current  role  should  fit  like  a 
glove.  A  gentleman  named  March,  who 
once  "emoted"  for  the  New  York  The- 
ater Guild  in  its  pre-O'Neill  days  has 
studied  fencing  and  is  quite  adept  in  the 
other  requirements  of  the  brother's  part. 

The  play  is  caviar  which  is  palatable 
to  all  tastes  and  within  the  reach  of  all 
purses. 

▼      ▼      T 

GOOD  news"  arrives  with  the  collegi- 
ate season.  It  exudes  the  campus 
and   contains   the   customary   quota   of  j 
inexplicable  "rah-rah"  persons  so  rarely  .• 
found    outside    the    pages    of    Warner  i 
Fabian.  From  its  melodious  score  comes  { 
"The  Varsity  Drag"  which  created  such  ) 
a  vogue  in  slipping  cartilages  and  col- 
ored ankles.  The  leading  roles  are  satis- 
factorily  played   by   talented  easterners 
although  the   chorus  with   its   western 
beauties  and  the  excellent  work  of  the 
ensemble  really  stamp  the  entertainment 
as  a  success. 

Torrid  nights  are  also  promised  Geary 
street  by  the  advent  of  "The  Squall," 
that  petulant  drama  of  Spain  and  se.x  in 
which  Blanche  Yurka  starred  in  New 
York  for  an  entire  season.  Other  road 
shows  on  the  way  include  "Runnin' 
Wild,"  "A  Pair  o'  Docs"  and  the  new 
shows  of  the  highly  successful  Louis 
Macloon  and  Lillian  Albertson. 

Impressario  Duffy  has  settled  on  a 
permanent  routine.  Each  month  he  will 
essay  two  complete  trips  of  the  Pacific 
Coast,  open  three  new  shows,  one  new 
theater,  and  break  ground  for  another 
"Duffwin"  proscenium. 

In  San  Francisco  he  is  introducing  the 
distinguished  actress,  Emma  Dunn  to 
his  President  Theater  audience.  She  por- 
trays the  title  role  in  George  Kelly's 
little  known  play  "Daisy  Mayme." 
Again  the  young  Philadelphian  drama- 
tist explores  the  field  of  women  and 
painstakingly  presents  a  set  of  somewhat 
uninteresting  people. 

The  play  lacks  the  buffoonery  of  "The 
Torchbearers,"  the  character  of  Aubrey 
Piper,  and  the  tenseness  of  many  mo- 
ments of  "Craig's  Wife"  but  it  as- 
sumes a  more  engrossing  shape  in  the 
talented  hands  of  Miss  Dunn.  In  any 
case  it  is  a  better  play  than  "Behold  the 


SEPTEMBER,   1928 


35 


East  via 

the  Overland 

Route 


September  30 

last  day  for 

Low  Fares 
East 

You  can  still  go  east  at  low  cost. 
Low  summer  roundtrip  fares  are 
good  for  return  until  October  Jlst. 

For  Example,  roundtrips  to: 

Chicago S  90.30 

Kansas  City       ....       75.60 

New  York 151.70 

Washington      ....     145.86 

If  you  want  the  best  in  travel 
you'll  choose  the  "San  Francisco 
Overland  Limited."  Modern  as  San 
Francisco  this  great  train  speeds 
you  in  luxurious  comfort  along 
the  historic  Overland  Trail  of  '49. 

From  San  Francisco  to  Chicago 
in  61%  hours. 

The  "Gold  Coast  Limited"  and 
"Pacific  Limited"  also  over  this 
route. 

Southern 
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Pass.  Traffic  Mgr. 

San  Francisco 


Bridegroom,"    the   author's   recent 
happy  venture. 


Ttns  month  will  also  witness  the  re- 
opening of  the  Players  Guild  on 
September  20.  The  opening  production 
will  be  "Window  Panes,"  a  new  play  by 
Olga  Printzlau  The  announcement  that 
Sara  Padden  will  appear  in  this  produc- 
tion forecasts  well  for  the  Guild  season 
which  is  to  follow. 

A  mid-September  event  of  import 
ance  will  be  the  opening  of  the  new 
Duffwin  Theater  in  Oakland  with  the 
possibility  that  Terry  and  his  charming 
wife  Dale  Winter  will  co-star  in  the 
inital  attraction. 


Trash 

Continued  from  page  18 

asked  me  a  lot  of  questions  about  her. 
1  knew  it  was  up  to  me  to  boost  her 
and  I  did.  1  told  'em  she  was  smarter 
than  hell  and  meaner  than  hell.  But  she 
could  act  like  a  young  Duse  if  they 
handled  her  right. 

"I  liked  helping  her  along.  Thought 
mebbe  this  might  bring  her  closer  to  me. 
I  wanted  her  for  mine  for  the  rest  of  my 
life.  She  meant  all  loveliness  to  me. 


THEY  finally  decided  on  her  for  the 
part.  They  gave  me  the  job  of  di- 
recting her  which  was  wise  of  them  on 
her  first  big  picture  because  I  understood 
her  tantrums  pretty  well  by  then. 

"The  day  before  we  started  I  had  a 
long  talk  with  her.  It  was  up  in  our 
little  place  on  the  side  of  the  hill,  up 
Pinehurst  Road.  I  had  gotten  some 
flowers,  a  lotta  of  'em.  Long  stemmed 
tuberoses  because  Mia  said  she  had 
smelled  some  once  at  a  funeral  and 
she  had  never  forgotten  the  thrill  they 
gave  her.  They  smelled  more  like  a  wed- 
ding to  me,  but  then  I  had  never  been  to 
a  funeral  of  that  sort.  I  had  some  wine 
for  our  dinner,  pretty  good  wine.  Some 
old  California  wine  with  a  wallop. 

"I  told  the  kid  what  was  expected  of 
her,  this  was  her  big  chance  and  to  make 
good  because  it  meant  so  much  to  both 
of  us.  Then  she  looked  like  such  a  little 
girl,  sitting  across  the  table  from  me,  in 
a  little  white  dress,  I  pushed  the  table 
away  and  held  her  on  my  lap.  I  put 
some  tuberoses  in  her  hair.  I  was  so 
damned  happy  I  thought  the  end  ot  the 
world  could  come  and  it  wouldn't  mat- 
ter ..  .  if  we  could  just  snuff  out  like 
we  were  .    .   .  together  ..." 

Harry  got  up  suddenly.  "Let's  have 
another  drink,"  his  eyes  defied  our  sym- 
pathy. "Let's  drink  to  the  thing  that 
makes  the  world  go  round  .  .  .  and 
makes  it  stop  .  .  .  Here's  to  'trash,' 
fellows." 


Che  "wise  men" 

of  the  Orient 

perfected 

Jy  Imported 

DRY  GINGER  ALE 

Evening  after  evening 
those  connoisseurs  who 
gather  in  Manila  ckibs 
passed  judgment  on  a 
ginger  ale  —  till  all  pro- 
nounced it  worthy  of  the 
name:  "Isuan."  In  all  the 
world  they  had  never 
tasted  a  mineral  water  like 
Isuan.  So  tonic,  so  re- 
freshing. Then  came  the 
juice  of  /res/i  ginger;  of 
tangy,  jrtslx  limes  in  vary- 
ing proportions  until  fi- 
nally there  was  brought  to 
them  the  blend  supreme. 
♦  •:•  •:• 

Now,  Isuan  Dry  is  here ! 
It  is  imported  for  you, 
bottled  and  foiled  from 
the  Philippines. 

•:•  •:•  •:• 

ISUAN THE  SPIRIT  OF  JOY 


IMPORTED 


Isuan  Dry  Ginger  Ale 

In  Manila  they  say 
"E-SWAN" 


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umes as  we  have  seen  tor  a  long  time. 
They  include  three  volumes  of  short  sto- 
ries and  one  novel  by  H.  H.  Munroc  who 


wrote  under  the  pen-name  of  Saki.  Mr. 
Munroe  was  an  Englishman  killed  dur- 
ing the  war  and  his  work  has  received 
little  attention  from  the  general  public 
until  very  recently.  The  present  collec- 
tion of  his  books  is  all  the  more  auspi- 
cious by  having  as  sponsors,  A.  A. 
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and  Maurice  Baring  who  have  written 
delightful,  soundly  critical  introductions 
to  each  of  the  volumes. 

It  is  such  a  good  bet  that  having  read 
one  of  these  books  you  will  hasten  to 
the  book  store  full  tilt  for  the  other 
three. I  advise  you  to  purchase  them  all 
at  once — they're  only  $1.75  apiece.  As 
A.  A.  Milne  puts  it,  "I  introduce  you  to 
SAKI,  confident  that  ten  minutes  of  his 
conversation  will  have  given  him  the 
freedom  of  your  house."  If,  however, 
you  still  can  only  carry  away  one,  let  it 
be  The  Unbearable  Bassington,  Saki's 
only  novel.  It  may  be  read  during  the 
shorter  part  of  an  evening,  but  the  longer 
it  takes  you  to  read  it  the  shorter  that 
evening  will  seem.  The  plot  is  simple, 
ingenious  and  relevant,  the  observa- 
tions of  London  society  laughable  and 
ironic,  and  the  epigrams,  many  of  them 
excellent,  are  numerous.  Also  there  is  a 
carefully  restrained,  most  terrifying  little 
macabre  theme,  and  towards  the  end, 
according  to  (or  in  spite  of)  your  par- 
ticular temperament  The  Unbearable 
Bassington  makes  you  cry. 

It  should  be  said  of  course  that  not 
only  literary  snobs  but  even  quite  re- 
spectable cognoscenti  will  find  this 
novel,  as  well  as  Saki  in  general,  aes- 
thetically "middle  class,"  but  I  doubt  it 
there  are  any  critics  who  can  spoil  him 
for  the  rest  of  us,  or  even  for  themselves 
secretly.  Saki  belongs  to  that  group  of 
artists  who  are  justified  in  almost  any- 
thing they  do  by  the  undeniable  pleasure 
they  give  to  many  people.  Walter 
Pater's  brilliant  apologia  may  well  be 
applied  to  Saki;  ".  .  .  But  beside  these 
great  men,  there  is  a  certain  number  of 
artists  who  have  a  distinct  faculty  of 
their  own  by  which  they  convey  to  us  a 


Confections 

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peculiar  quality  of  pleasure  which  wc 
cannot  get  elsewhere;  and  these,  too, 
have  their  place  in  general  culture,  and 
must  be  interpreted  to  it  by  those  who 
have  iclt  their  charm  strongly,  and  are 
often  the  objects  of  a  special  diligence 
and  a  consideration  wholly  affectionate, 
just  because  there  is  not  about  them  the 
stress  of  a  great  name  and  authority." 

Besides  The  Unbearable  Bassington 
the  short  stories  are  grouped  under  The 
Toys  nj  Peace,  Beasts  and  Siif^er-Beasts, 
and  The  Chronicles  of  Clevis. 

T      ▼      ▼ 

MR.  John  Galsworthy  has,  1  think, 
suffered  a  little  from  the  disease 
which  seems  to  affect  most  writers  of 
continued  novels,  that  of  pushing  a 
story  somewhat  beyond  the  limits  suited 
to  contain  its  best  literary  qualities,  and 
in  an  effort  to  tell  you  all  he  knows  about 
life  ends  by  telling  you  a  little  more  than 
he  knows.  Swan  Song,  as  the  last  in- 
stallment of  The  Forsyte  Saga,  has  all 
the  merits  and  defects  of  the  last  novel 
of  a  lengthy  series.  For  "the  faithful"  it 
is  of  course  compulsory  reading  and 
there    will    be    many   justified   tears   of 


All  Alone 


WHEN  one  is  alone, 
the  sight  o{ flowers  re- 
freshes the  spirit — a  happy 
thought  for  you,  for  your 
friends. 


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parting  with  such  old  friends  as  Soames 
and  Fleur  and  Winifred  and  Jon.  For 
those  who  have  never  read  any  of  the 
Forsyte  hooks,  Sivan  Song  is  even  more 
compulsory  because  here  at  last  one  can 
learn  what  this  Forsyte  business  is  all 
about  and  talk  like  an  adept  without 
the  fear  of  getting  involved  in  future  se- 
quels. But  for  the  rest,  those  who  admire 
or  at  least  know  his  work  but  who  are 
not  Galsworthy  enthusiasts,  Sivan  Song 
is  just  another  estimable  novel  which 
may  or  may  not  be  read. 

Briefly,  Sivan  Song,  like  The  White 
Monkey  and  The  Silver  Spoon,  is  an  ex- 
cuse to  bring  the  Forsytes  up  to  modern 
dress.  Thus  a  lot  of  urbane  talk  about 
the  General  Strike,  sex,  modern  paint- 
ing, speed,  jazz  and  America.  The 
trouble  is  that  most  of  us  would  rather 
not  hear  these  things  discussed  urbanely. 
It  is  a  little  like  the  lady  who  had  always 
described  things  so  beautifully  that  even 
after  she  had  become  insane  she  des- 
cribed nonsense  beautifully,  too.  Gals- 
worthy, like  Soames  Forsyte,  is  superb 
in  his  adaptation  to  the  Victorian,  or  at 
least  the  traditional,  England  and  he  is 


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likewise  very  well  "up"  on  the  young 
post-war  England,  but  he  presents  the 
latter  from  a  traditional  angle  and  in  a 
corresponding  style  which  is  a  little 
depressing  for  a  book  published  in  1928. 
Soames  Forsyte  is  decidedly  the  most 
living  character  in  the  book  and  he 
stands  there  like  an  outcrop  above  wind- 
swept sands.  He  is  a  perfect  Galsworthy 
character,  perhaps  the  Galsworthy  char- 
acter. The  minor  characters,  June  and 
old  Gradman  particularly,  still  have 
their  topical  or  reminiscent  charm  and 
some  scenes  such  as  the  Committee 
meeting  and  the  Stainford  encounters 
are  done  in  the  author's  best  "high 
comedy-problem  play"  manner  But 
Fleur  Mont  with  her  heavily  emphasized 
chic  and  her  unfortunate  passion  for  Jon 
(the  major  theme  of  Sivan  Song)  is  so 
much  more  than  the  author  can  handle 
that  he  has  to  call  in  Soames  to  save  the 
day  in  a  melodramatic  blaze  of  glory.  In 
fact  there  is  a  very  real  blaze.  We  are 
told  that  Fleur  had  set  fire  to  Soames' 
picture  gallery  with  a  careless  cigarette. 
Later  when  they  are  fighting  the  fire 
she  is  standing  in  the  garden  and  Soames 


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seeing  her  life  is  imperiled  by  a  falling 
picture,  "The  Goya,"  pushes  her  out  of 
the  way  taking  the  blow  which  kills 
him.  It  is  intimated  that  by  her  father's 
death  and  sacrifice  she  is  to  be  purged 
ot  her  passion  for  Jon.  The  symbolism 
is  obvious  and  effective.  Tradition  saves 
youth  from  destruction.  But  since  Fleur 
is  a  symbol  of  modern  youth,  Mr.  Gals- 
worthy might  have  given  her  a  chance 
to  save  at  least  her  own  soul.  I  think  she 
might  have  done  it  rather  well.  On  the 
contrary  it  was  Jon  who  needed  saving 
Only  imagine!  He  indulged  himself  in 
an  inevitable  outburst  or  passion  for  a 
woman  he  adored  and  who  adored  him 
— then  ran  home  to  tall  at  his  wife's 
feet  in  a  fit  of  remorse,  swearing  eternal 
fidelity.  Yet  Mr.  Glasworthy,  with  all 
his  polite  omniscience  does  not  seem  to 
regard  this  situation  as  unnatural  or  rep- 
rehensible. Well,  perhaps  that  is  the  way 
things  happen  like  that  among  the  For- 
sytes but  surely,  Mr.  Galsworthy,  you 
owe  us  another  sequel  to  tell  us  some- 
thing about  that  young  man's  lugubri- 
ous future. 

"Swan  Song,"    by  John   Galsworthy. 
Scrihncrs. 

T      T      ▼ 

Jean  Lacoste's  Wife 

Continued  from  page  1^ 

ing,  spotless  cake.  As  the  day  had  drawn 
near  she  felt  a  sick  anxiety.  Suppose  such 
a  cake  did  not  exist?  And  if  it  did — sup- 
pose her  pitiful  hoard  would  not  pur- 
chase such  a  treasure?  Suppose  her  hus- 
band  

But  now  she  possessed  it,  a  reality 
more  wonderful  than  the  anticipation,  a 
cake — all  white  and  silver,  like  a  hel- 
meted  knight  she  had  once  seen  at  a 
marionette  show  in  San  Francisco  And 
the  five  little  candles — how  they  would 
gleam,  like  diamonds  in  a  crown ! 

She  halted  at  the  three  cypresses.  In 
her  own  country  such  a  spot  would  have 
harbored  a  shrine  where  she  could  have 
knelt  and  poured  out  her  thankful  heart 
She  bowed  her  head  slightly.  Tomorrow 
she  would  come  down  to  the  three 
cypresses,  she  and  the  child,  and  they 
would  nail  a  little  box  against  the 
centre  trunk,  and  set  her  little  image  of 
the  Virgin  in  it.  Yes,  tomorrow  her 
child  would  be  five  years  old,  and  they 
would  do  this  very  thing.  She  toiled  on, 
a  bent,  shrunken  figure,  harassed  by  the 
wind. 

She  passed  a  long  stretch  of  stubble, 
surprised  a  group  of  blackbirds  into 
flight,  and  came  upon  her  home.  It  was 
a  faded  habitation,  gray  and  warped 
As  she  swung  open  the  tottering  gate,  a 
line  of  bedraggled  ducks  waddled  ex- 
pectantly toward  her;  a  dog  barked;  the 
cows  began  to  low. 

She  started  to  call  eagerly,  "Celeste! 
Celeste!" 

A  child  appeared — a  large-eyed,  sor- 


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rowful  apparition,  that  even  the  fresh 
evening  breeze  could  not  color.  The 
child  raised  her  pallid  lips  to  receive  a 
kiss,  but  did  not  speak.  Jean  Lacoste's 
wife  went  into  the  house. 

She  decided  to  hide  the  cake  behind  a 
platter  in  the  kitchen  cupboard,  but  a 
fright  seized  her.  Suppose  her  husband 
were  to  see  it?  No,  the  attic — that  was 
the  only  safe  place;  Jean  Lacoste  seldom 
went  there. 

She  climbed  the  stairs  to  the  attic, 
dusted  a  rude  bench,  and  set  the  cake 
down.  Even  in  the  dimness  the  shining 
surface  gleamed,  and  she  threw  a  piece 
of  white  netting  over  it  so  that  it  looked 
for  all  the  world  like  a  bride,  with 
cheeks  blushing  red  as  roses,  she  told 
herself  as  her  eyes  fell  with  some  mis- 
giving on  the  five  red  spots  below  the 
candles. 

The  child  was  waiting  at  the  foot  of 
the  stairs.  Jean  Lacoste's  wife  caught  her 
up  eagerly. 

"Celeste  —  Celeste,  just  think  —  to- 
morrow! and  can  you  believe?  Some- 

I  thing  whiter  than  the  pigeon.  Oh,  yes, 

;  very  much  whiter!" 

]      "White,    all   white,    like   the   pigeon 

I  before " 

I      Jean  Lacoste's  wife  stood  back.  "Oh, 

;  well,  it  is  silver,  too.  White  and  silver. 

!  And  red — red  like  roses.   Celeste — like 

i  roses." 

But  the  child  shook  her  head.  "I  do 
not  like  red,"  she  said  mournfully. 

"But  not  like  the  red  upon  the  pig- 
eon's breast.  Celeste.  Red,  like  roses, 
like  roses.     Oh,  you  shall  see — tomor- 

i;  row!" 

[,  ▼       T       ▼ 

JEAN  Lacoste  came  home  at  six  o'clock. 
His  wife  heard  him  at  the  door  and 
she  trembled.  When  he  entered  the 
house  his  huge  frame  threw  a  shadow 
which  darkened  the  room.  He  did  not 
speak,  but  he  rattled  his  plate  and  she 
brought  food.  She  heaped  his  plate 
twice,  three  times,  again.  Still  he  ate, 
with  noisy,  animal  enjoyment.  She 
poured  out  wine;  he  drank  it  greedily. 
;  Once  she  overturned  his  cup  and  he 
swore  at  her.  But  she  did  not  hear  him; 
,  her  thoughts  were  upon  the  joys  of  to- 
morrow— the  joys  of  her  child  made 
glad,  the  hope  of  a  smile  from  Celeste's 
prematurely  sad  lips. 

Finally  he  shoved  his  plate  and  cup 
from  him.  His  eyes  were  lit  with  fero- 
cious good  humor;  he  smiled. 

"Now,"  he  said  gleefully,  rubbing 
his  hands  together,  "let  us  have  the 
cake!" 

She  shrank  into  the  shadows;  her 
heart  beat  heavily. 

"Cake?"  she  echoed.  "I  do  not 
know " 

He  kicked  back  his  chair.  ' '  What !  You 
tell  me  a  lie.  You " 

She  braced  herself  against  the  wall. 

"I  tell  you  no  lie,"  she  said  distinctly, 


"I  have  no  cake." 

Jean  Lacoste  gave  her  a  sidelong 
glance.  "The  baker  said  you  come  in 
today  to  buy  a  cake,"  he  grumbled. 

She  covered  her  terror  with  a  bold, 
defiant  face.  "I  tell  you  I  have  no  cake. 
The  baker  must  be  drunk.  He  lies!" 


SHE  woke  shortly  after  midnight  When 
she  turned,  Jean  Lacoste  was  not 
at  her  side.  She  stopped  shivering  and 
listened,  Jean  Lacoste  was  clattering 
about  the  kitchen.  She  rose  and  crawled 
upstairs  The  attic  door  creaked  on  its 
hinges  as  she  opened  it  and  went  in.  A 
sense  of  disaster  smote  her  even  before 
she  held  up  a  spluttering  match  that  dis- 
closed the  ugly  fact — the  birthday  cake 
was  gone!  She  felt  smothered,  as  she 
had  once,  two  years  before,  when  Jean 
Lacoste  had  thrown  a  blanket  over  her 
head  so  he  could  laugh  at  her  struggles. 
She  drew  herself  up  and  beat  upon  her 
withered  breasts.  This  physical  action 
revived  her. 

Standing  in  the  dark,  empty  room, 
she  had  an  extraordinarily  clear  picture 
of  that  spring  day  when  Jean  Lacoste 
had  shot  Celeste's  white  pigeon.  She 
could  see  the  blue  sky,  the  green  fields, 
the  swift,  white  flight  of  the  pigeon,  the 
child's  joy  at  the  spreading  wings,  circ- 
ling above  the  dovecots  in  a  wild  spring 
frenzy.  Even  now,  after  all  these  weeks, 
she  still  could  hear  a  sharp  report  from 
Jean  Lacoste's  rifle,  mingled  with  the 
cruel  yelp  of  his  dog,  and  the  long  pierc- 
ing cry  of  her  child.  Then  followed 
visions  of  the  wounded  bird  fluttering 
in  the  dust;  Jean  Lacoste  holding  it  up 
by  one  pink  leg;  the  silent  tears  stream- 
ing down  the  child's  face;  Jean  Lacoste's 
white  teeth,  bared  in  a  cruel  flash  of 
laughter. 

"When  you  are  five,  Celeste,  just 
fancy — something  whiter  even  than  a 
pigeon.  Oh!  very  much  whiter.  You  can 
never  imagine!"  She  remembered  the 
words  perfectly. 

Jean  Lacoste's  wife  crept  downstairs. 
Her  heart  had  almost  ceased  to  beat; 
her  hands  were  cold.  Her  heart  quick- 
ened. In  the  centre  of  the  room  upon  the 
table  stood  the  cake,  white  and  resplen- 
dent, wreathed  in  its  circle  of  sweetmeats, 
like  a  bride  robbed  of  her  filmy  veil. 
And  opposite  stood  Jean  Lacoste,  his 
lower  hp  distended,  his  stubby  fingers 
crooked.  Jean  Lacoste's  wife  closed  her 
eyes  .   .   . 

When  she  opened  her  eyes  again  she 
saw  four  objects  standing  out  with  super- 
natural clearness — the  kitchen  table, 
Jean  Lacoste,  the  birthday  cake,  and  at 
its  side  a  gleaming  knife.  No  knife  had 
ever  gleamed  so  brightly,  she  thought, 
as  she  watched  it  catch  and  reflect  the 
candle's  rays,  and  no  knife  had  ever 
seemed  so  sharp,  or  so  cruel,  or  so  per- 
fect a  plaything  for  a  despairing  woman. 


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It  was  a  knife  for  cutting  a  birthday 

cake,  or  a  white  pigeon's  throat,  or 

She  took  a  deep  breath   .   .    . 

The  cake  no  longer  was  white,  it 
seemed  to  her;  all  she  could  see  were  the 
five  red  roses,  spreading,  spreading, 
slowly  over  the  cake's  glistening  sur- 
face, for  all  the  world  like  blood  upon 
a  white  pigeon's  breast. 

Jean  Lacoste  picked  a  silver  sweet- 
meat between  thumb  and  forefinger, 
cocked  his  head  critically,  while  his  jaws 
crunched.  Jean  Lacoste  picked  a  second 
sweetmeat — a  third.  Jean  Lacoste's  wife 
crept  closer.  A  fourth  sweetmeat  fell 
upon  the  floor.  A  fifth  sweetmeat  went 
into  his  mouth — a  sixth.  A  cry  broke 
from  Jean  Lacoste's  wife,  her  hand  shot 
out  toward  the  gleaming  knife.  Jean 
Lacoste  half  turned,  and  he  laughed. 

She  gave  a  scream  and  darted  swiftly 
at  him.  The  knife,  gleaming  in  her  hand, 
flashed  above  her  head.  There  was  a 
groan,  a  crash.  Jean  Lacoste  lay  face 
downward  in  a  crimson  pool. 

She  was  recalled  by  the  long,  piercing 
wail  of  her  child.  She  went  upstairs. 
The  child  lay  back  upon  her  pillow 
gasping  for  breath. 

"The  pigeon,"  Celeste  sobbed  plain 
tively.  "See — it  flew  in — there!" 

She  pointed  her  transparent  fingers 
coward  the  doorway.  Jean  Lacoste's  wile 
bent  over  to  comfort. 

"Hush!  Just  fancy — you  are  five  years 

old.  And  downstairs Oh,  you  can 

not  imagine — something  so  white  and 
beautiful!" 

The  child  stopped  crying.  "Let  me  go! 
downstairs,"  she  said. 

Jean  Lacoste's  wife  shrunk  back.  "No! 
no — .  Wait.  I  will  go.  I  will  get  it." 

She  went  into  the  kitchen  again,  with; 
a  light  tread,  stepping  gingerly  over  Jean  j 
Lacoste's  body.  She  took  the  five  candles.' 
and  the  five  red  roses  from  the  cake,  set,, 
them  into  the  soft  redwood  table-top, 
and,  striking  a  match,  watched  them! 
sputter  into  life.  , 

Then  she  picked  up  the  cake,  stole  out 
again,  and  locked  the  door.  ! 


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increased.  In  addition  the  company  re-l 
ceived  credit  in  United  States  6%  gold; 
bonds  from  $16,000  to  $48,000  for  every 
mile  of  track  laid,  depending  upon  the 
nature  of  the  country  through  which  the 
road  ran. 

The  state  legislature  was  not  far  be- 
hind the  national  government  in  grant- 
ing road  subsidies.  In  1S64  it  authorized 
the  Central  Pacific  Company  to  issue 
$12,000,000  in  7%  first  mortgage,  20- 
year  bonds  and  provided  that  the  state 
should  pay  the  interest  for  twenty  years 
on  the  first  $1,500,000  issued.  Various 
counties  and  cities  of  Northern  Califor- 
nia through  which  the  road  ran  granted 


■  SEPTEMBER,   1928 


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:  rights  of  way,  water  front  and  terminal 

I  facilities    and    casli    sums,    these    latter 

alone    totalled    $1,500,000.    Thus    did 

,'  The  Big  Four  become  rulers  over  a  king- 

'  dom  beside  which  the  domain?  ot  royal 

1  houses  were  as  two  by  four  back  yards. 

On  May  10,   1S69,  the  crews  of  the 

Union    Pacific    Company    and    Central 

Pacific    Company    met    at    Promontory 

Point,  Utah,  where  the  last  rails  were 

laid   with   impressive  ceremonies.   The 

■  last  spikes  were  ot  silver  and  gold. 


So  much  for  the  construction  of  the 
Central   Pacific — an  episode  in  its 
history  not  without  elements  of  the  ro- 

'  mantically  colossal,  but  withal  a  mere 
episode  as  events  shortly  proved.  While 

.  the  road  was  building  Californians  one 
and  all  entertained  a  notion  that  its 
completion  would  magically  banish  all 
ills  and  handicaps  besetting  the  state. 
Everybody  would   be  rich  and   happy. 

:  California  would  be  wealthy,   mighty, 

'  populous  and  delivered  from  the  bond- 
age of  isolation. 

Finally  Hiram  Johnson  annihilated 
this  notorious  combine.  The  road  inter- 
ests were  thrown  out  of  politics  and 
have  made  no  attempt  to  re-enter  on  the 
old  basis,  having  discovered  the  possi- 
bilities inherent  in  service,  customer  and 
employee  stock  ownership,  public  rela- 
tion counselors  and  so  on.  Gone  are  the 
old  days  when  pirates  of  commerce 
blustered  and  flourished  and  knights  of 
the  people  charged  and  did  battle  against 
them. 


LOOKING  at  the  Central  Pacific  and 
J  The  Big  Four  from  yet  another 
angle,  we  perceive  that  San  Francisco 
and  California  possess  a  world  famed 
university,  a  park,  an  oil  painting  and 
divers  other  small  monuments  and  ad- 
vancements to  learning,  culture  and 
aesthetic  enjoyment  as  a  direct  result  of 
the  prosperity  of  The  Big  Four.  Indi- 
rectly it  would  very  likely  be  impossible 
to  reckon  the  bequests  that  the  city  and 
state  have  fallen  heir  to  through  wealth 
accumulated  by  people  who  acquired 
stock  holdings  in  the  road  along  with 
other  possessions.  San  Francisco  has  a 
street  named  after  the  indomitable  Ju- 
dah,  instigator  of  all  this.  From  the 
university  there  issued  a  man  who,  dur- 
ing the  war,  persuaded  us  to  eat  all 
manner  of  tasteless,  but  apparently  nour- 
ishing things  in  order  that  most  of 
Europe  might  not  perish  of  starvation, 
and  who  now  threatens  to  be  our  next 
president.  Well,  as  we  said  in  the  begin- 
ning, we  leave  the  reader  to  bring  his 
own  brand  of  logic  to  rationalizing  this 
contradictory  cycle.  Our  own  feeble 
/ntellect  is  not  equal  to  the  task. 


Football  Prospects 

C'ontinucd  from  page  00 

a  better  football  player  than  Hoffman. 
Right  now  he  lacks  experience,  and  it 
may  take  him  quite  a  while  to  get  it, 
considering  that  Hoffman  is  captain  and 
a  pretty  sweet  player  himself.  Only  one 
man  can  play  fullback  at  a  time  and 
that  man  is  likely  to  be  Biff  Hoffman. 


At  U.  S.  C.  the  Big  Problem  will  be 
jL\So  find  a  successor  for  the  nonpareil, 
Morlcy  Drury,  the  almost  unanimous 
choice  for  captain  and  quarter  on  last 
year's  All-American  selections.  Howard 
Jones  builds  his  team  around  one  man 
in  the  backfield,  and  if  that  man  is  good 
he  has  a  wonderful  chance  to  make  a 
national  name  tor  himself.  Last  year 
it  was  Drury;  the  year  before  it  was 
Morton  Kaer;  this  year  it  will  probably 
be  Russ  Saunders,  former  San  Diego 
captain  and  quarterback,  who  was  a 
good  interfering  halfback  at  U.  S.  C.  as 
a  sophomore.  Saunders  weighs  180 
pounds,  is  powerfully  built,  and  is  par- 
ticularly adept  at  smashing  the  opposing 
tackle  out  of  the  play.  Right  now  he 
looks  like  the  fair  haired  child  who  will 
replace  Drury,  and  who  stands  a  good 
chance  of  making  All-American,  with 
the  power  of  the  Los  Angeles  press  be- 
hind him. 

Otherwise  U.  S.  C.  is  in  good  shape  as 
far  as  veteran  material  is  concerned. 
McCaslin  and  Tappan,  last  year's  best 
wing  men  will  be  back.  Hibbs,  the  All- 
American  tackle  will  be  on  hand  as  will 
Anthony,  who  played  lett  guard  last 
season,  but  who  has  been  changed  into 
a  tackle.  Two  men  from  the  right  side 
ot  the  line  are  gone,  Heiscr  and  Sche- 
ving.  Charlie  Boren,  an  end,  has  been 
given  a  trial  at  Heiser's  running  guard 
position  and  seems  capable  ot  filling  the 
bill  in  good  style.  Another  change  has 
been  that  of  Alvin  Schaub,  a  Ictterman 
in  1926  as  a  guard,  who  has  been  turned 
into  a  ball  packer. 

In  the  backfield  Lloyd  Thonias,  reg- 
ular half  is  still  eligible,  as  is  Harry 
Edelson,  regular  fullback.  Clif  Thiede, 
who  hails  from  Long  Beach,  and  played 
on  last  year's  freshman  team  looks  like  a 
likely  bet.  Hersh  Bonham,  who  subbed 
tor  Thomas  last  year  should  have  a  good 
season.  Another  good  man  returning  is 
Steponovitch,  who  plays  end. 


WASHINGTON  and  California  can 
not  present  near  the  paper  front 
that  the  Trojans  do.  When  Washington 
lost  Bill  Wright,  guard,  Louie  Tesreau, 
halt,  and  Captain  Pat  Wilson,  fullback, 
it  lost  most  of  its  team.  In  addition 
most  of  the  other  lettermen  are  gone. 
Enoch  Bradshaw  seems  to  have  a  lot  of 


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trouble  developing  the  best  in  his  men 
and  without  much  to  start  with  he  is 
i^oing  to  be  in  hot  water  all  season. 

Nibs  Price  and  his  cohorts  have  been 
issuing  a  lot  ot  jubilant  propaganda  all 
year,  but  just  how  it  is  going  to  develop 
is  a  question.  The  Bears  lose  Captain 
Frit::  Coltrin  and  Ned  Green,  tackles, 
Jim  Dougery,  left  end,  and  Ralph 
Dougery,  tullback.  Price  will,  however, 
have  a  wealth  of  material. 

California  had  a  fairly  successful  sea- 
son last  year,  losing  the  important  games 
by  narrow  margins.  However,  the  boys 
got  the  breaks  and  were  playing  over 
their  heads  for  the  most  part,  and  it  is 
doubtful  if  they  will  be  able  to  do  a 
great  deal  better  this  season.  California 
must  be  considered  the  dark  horse  and 
very  much  in  the  running. 

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— on  this  or  any  part  of  the  magazine. 

Mr.  Joseph  Dyer,  Jr., 
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San  Francisco. 
Dear  Jo ; — 

On  page  thirteen  of  your  August  edi- 
tion appears  an  editorial  relative  to  Del 
Monte  advertising.  The  advertisement 
to  which  you  refer  must  have  been  clever 
or  it  could  not  have  called  forth  the  half 
column  of  further  advertising  and  good 
publicity  in  your  highly  esteemed  peri- 
odical. If  it  arouses  as  much  curiosity  in 
the  minds  of  others,  it  is  accomplishing 
what  is  usually  sought  for  in  advertising. 

Incidentally,  the  article  which  you 
wrote  was  so  illuminating  as  regards 
Del  Monte  that  it  gave  me  a  great  deal 
of  information  which  up  to  this  mo- 
ment I  have  never  had.  So  attractive  do 
you  make  all  the  things  that  our  humble 
hostelry  offers,  that  I  am  impatient  to 
return  and  investigate  the  treasure  house 
with  which  I  thought  I  was  familiar. 

I  hasten  to  write  you  because  of  the 
tact  that  you  state  you  are  an.xiously 
awaiting  later  bulletins.  This  is  one  of 
them.  If  you  publish  it,  I  will  be  much 
obliged.  I  feel  a  good  deal  as  Jim  Cor- 
bett  does;  I  don't  care  what  you  say  as 
long  as  you  keep  on  saying  something. 

And  now  that  I  have  the  above  off 
my  mind,  I  might  refer  you  to  Web- 
ster's Dictionary,  where  you  will  find 
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L,  Persian  garden  seen  by  moonlight  —  works  of  art  with  the 
practicable  durability  that  makes  them  the  most  permanent 
investments  in  all  the  category  of  home  furnishings. 


SucA  are  the  rugs  our  couriers  have 
sought  out  on  their  journeys  to  the 
Far  East,  and  assembled  in  the  finest 
collection  we  have  ever  presented. 


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THE  THEATRE 

Alcazar:  Antoniit.  Henry  Duffy  brings  a  new 
star,  a  new  play  and  a  new  note  of  naughti- 
ness CO  O  Farrell  Street. 

Berkeley  Playhouse:  A'ed  McCobb's  Daugh- 
ter. The  first  Pacific  Coast  performance  of 
Sidney  Howard's  engrossing  play. 

Capitol:  The  PLiy's  the  Thing.  Guy  Bates 
Post  filling  the  soles  and  heels  of  the  late 
Holbrook  Blinn  hut  allowing  the  arches  to 
sag.  To  be  followed  by  Kongo. 

Columbia:  Closed  momentarily  because  of  the 
lack  of  bigger  and  better  things  but  reopen- 
ing shortly  perhaps  with  another  engage- 
ment of  The  Trial  of  .\lary  Dugan. 

CuRRAN :  Qood  A'eifS.  The  younger  set  of 
Actor's  Equity  taking  out  the  knickers  and 
gay  sweaters  to  disport  themseUes  on  the 
campus.  Should  run  till  Xmas,  then  all  good 
students  take  a  vacation. 

Fulton  (Oakland) :  The  Country  Cousin.  The 
last  of  Grace  Valentine's  starring  vehicles  to 
be  followed  by  The  Spider. 

Geary  :  The  Rpyal  Family.  Two  great  acts, 
three  immense  performances,  some  humor- 
ous lines,  and  an  uproarious  evening  to  those 
who  know  more  actors  than  they  care  to 
admit. 

Players  Guild:  The  Witch.  John  Mascfield's 
stirring  adaptation  from  the  Norwegian. 
To  be  followed  by  The  Demi  in  the  Cheese, 
Tom  Cushing's  droll  fantasy  of  Greeks, 
monks,  monasteries  and  bandits. 

President:  Daddies.  Robert  McWadc,  Zeffie 
Tilbury  and  a  host  of  youngsters  in  a  human 
little  document  which  has  been  phenomen- 
ally well  received. 

Temple  Playhouse:  The  Dybbuk.  opens  Oct. 
agth.  Indications  lead  us  to  e.xpect  the  most 
artistic  production  of  the  year. 

Green  St.  Theatre:  Easy  for  Zee  Zee.  An  im- 
pure play  about  purity. 

DuFFwiN  (Oakland) :  In  Love  xvith  Love  open- 
ing October  9  with  Henry  Duffy  and  Dale 
Winter  co-starring.  A  lovely  play,  a  new 
theater,  and  two  charming  stars.  To  be 
followed  by  Tommy  with  the  original  cast. 


PICTURES 

California:  Still  happy  at  having  made  a  new- 
start. 

Embassy:  San  Francisco's  Home  of  Talking 
Pictures  showing  Al  Jolson  in  The  Singing 
Fool. 

Granada  :  Weekly  changes. 

Warfield:  Ditto  with  Fanchon  and  Marco  to 
boot. 

ART 

courtesy  of  the   ARGUS 

Beaux  Arts  Galeries:  Through  Oct.  15, 
paintings  by  Rinaldo  Cunco.  Oct.  16,  water 
colors  by  European,  Eastern  and  California 
artists. 

Ci^LiFORNiA  Palace  of  the  Legion  of  Honor 
Through  Oct.  15,  paintings  by  Rockwell 
Kent.  Through  Oct.  8,  Pictorial  Photo- 
graphic Society  of  San  Francisco.  Jacob 
Stern  loan  collection  of  paintings.  Perma- 
nent collections. 

Courvoisier's:  Oct.  1  to  15,  group  show  by 
Santa  Fe  artists. 

East  West  Gallery  :  Oct.  7  to  22,  prints  from 
the  collection  of  Dr.  Ludwig  Emge.  Oct.  22 
to  Nov.  4,  semi-annual  exhibition  by  the 
Modern  Gallery  group.  Oct.  29  to  Nov.  10, 
African  sculpture. 

Palil  Elder  Gallery:  Oct.  1  to  15,  portrait 
drawings  of  children  by  Dorothy  Richer 
Joralemon.  Oct.  22  to  Nov.  3,  Etchings 
football  subjects  by  Rosamond  Tudor. 

Gump  Gallery:  Oct.  i  to  15,  French  and 
German  color  prints,  after  modern  masters 
— lithographs  by  Honorc  Daumicr.  Oct.  1  5 
to  27,  paintings  by  Emelie  Sievert Weinberg. 

ViCKERY,  Atkins  &  Torrey  :  Water  colors  by 
Stanley  Wood. 

H.  Valdespino  Gallery:  347  O'Farrell  Street. 
Color  etchings  and  modern  German  prints. 

DINING  AND  DANCING 

The  Mark  Hopkins  :  Where  those  who  have 
not  yet  made  their  debut,  nevertheless  suc- 
ceed in  being  "out." 

The  St.  Francis:  Still  the  vogue  for  luncheon 
(under  the  clock  at  one).  No  dancing  at 
present  but  rumors  ot  redecorating  the 
Garden  Room  for  that  purpose. 


The  P.alace  :  The  Rose  Bowl  for  dancing,  after 
dinner  in  the  Court. 

The  Clift  :  Dancing  in  the  Roof  Garden ,  under 
the  moon  'n  stars  'n  everything. 

Taits-at-the-Beach:  Atmosphere.  Nice  for 
dinner  and  dancing  after  the  foot-ball  games. 

Jungletown:  502  Broadway.  Marvelous  mu- 
sic. Buck  'n  Wing  dancers  at  whom  even 
you  will  impulsively  toss  coins. 

Deauville:  1516  Stockton.  No  longer  the 
Silver  Slipper,  but  there  is  still  "tarnish  " 
about,  after  midnight. 

Fred  SoLARi's:  19  Maiden  Lane.  When  you  feel 
like  dining  or  lunching  in  a  quiet  little  alley, 
hut  only  when  your  conscience  is  clear. 

New  Frank's:  447  Pine.  For  a  "regular  din- 
ner." 

Russian  Tea  Roo.m  :  1001  Vallejo.  Large  red 
caviar  to  start. 

Ye  Mayflower  Tea  Room  :  465  Geary  St. 
Even  your  best  friend  will  not  tell  you  about 
the  biscuits  and  cake — if  you're  dieting. 

Post  Street  Cafeteria:  62  Post  Street.  The 
"Grand  Dame"  of  the  Cafeterias. 

Cafe  Marquard  :  For  informal  spirit  and 
casual  entertainment. 

Katinka:  Sutter  between  Stockton  and  Grant. 
Balaikas  and  Russian  food  downtown. 

Aldeane  Tea  Room:  275  Post  Street.  A  new 
find,  excellent  food,  with  a  view  of  Union 
Square  that  is  reminiscent  of  Paris. 

Courtyard  Tea  Room  :  Delightful  atmos- 
phere, with  charming  people  and  real  food. 

LECTURES 

Beyond  Behaviorism:  A  series  by  A.  R.  Orage, 
at  the  Beaux  Arts  Galerie,  Friday  evenings, 
8  :30  o'clock. 

The  Art  of  English  Literature:  A  course  of 
four  lectures  by  A.  R.  Orage,  former  editor 
of  The  New  Age,  (London).  To  be  held  at 
Paul  Elder's  Gallery,  beginning  Wednesday, 
October  3rd,  at  3  P.  M. 

Art  Life,  Europe  in  1928:  A  series  of  illus 
trated  lectures  by  Mme.  Galka  E.  Scheyer  at 
Y.  W.  C.  A.,  Monday  evenings. 


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CONTENTS 

Governor  Alfred  E.  Smith,  photographic  etching  by  T{eade    -        8 

Political  Impulses,  by  Qertrude  Atherton  -             -  -               g 

Now  It  Can  Be  Told   -             -             -             -             -  -       lo 

The  Confess  Lady,  by  Kathryn  Hulme      -             -  -             12 

Katharine,  verse  by  H.  L.  Johnson       -             -             -  -       12 

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Spotlight,  by  Charles  Caldwell  Dobie               -             -  -       14 

Geraldinc  Farrar,  photograph  by  Mishkeei              -  -             15 

The  City  That  Knows  How,  by  Claudia  Colonna      -  -      i6 

Curtain,  camera  study  by  Edward  Weston             -  -             17 

Movie  Realism,  by  Jo  Pagano              -             -             -  -      18 

Invitation,  verse  by  Helen  Stanford            -             -  -             18 

Art  Obsessions,  by  Aline  Kistler          -             -             -  -       19 

Transients,  by  Jack.  Campbell          -             -             -  -             20 

Marjorie  Rambeau,  photograph  by  DeForrest              -  -      21 

Reminiscences  Inebriata,  by  Carey  McWilliams    -  -             22 

A  Human  Heart,  i;crse  by  Elizabeth  Leslie  I{oos        -  -      22 

Miss  Jacqueline  Keesling,  portrait  by  Trevor  Madden  -             24 

Reigning  Dynasty          -             -             -             -             -  -      z$ 

Tin  Types,  by  Zoe  A.  Battu           -             -             -  -             26 

Foreign  Bonds  vs.  Common  Stocks,  by  Leland  S.  Upss  -      zy 

As  Seen  By  Her,  Paris  Letter         ■             -             ■  -             31 

Concerning  Bridge,  by  Paul  W.  Black.             -             -  '34 

As  To  Books,  by  Beth  Wendel       -             -             '  -             37 


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Political  Impulses 

A  Famous  Novelist  Discusses  Presidential  Nominees 


IT  seems  but  a  very  shore  time  ago 
that  women  were  fighting  for  the 
right  to  vote.  They  won,  finally,  by 
wearing  out  the  patience  of  the  men. 
They  committed  all  kinds  of  petty  acts 
of  violence,  from  breaking  into  the 
sacred  precincts  of  legislation,  to  stuffing 
the  post-office  boxes  in  the  streets.  It  was 
feared  that  the  exercise  of  the  elective 
franchise  would  e.xpress  the  same  im- 
pulsive and  irresponsible  conduct;  but 
the  arguments  for  the  basic  sex  equality 
prevailed,  and  perhaps  the  men  thought 
that  their  power  would  be  increased  by 
their  control  of  the  women  of  the  house- 
hold, in  matters  of  that  kind.  They  had 
been  schooled  in  tantrums.  It  has  turned 
out  that  the  wild  women  of  the  cam- 
paigns are  an  insignificant  minority  in 
the  elections.  But  the  majority  of  women 
do  not  take  their  politics  from  their  men 
bread-winners,  and  the  army  of  women 
who  are  their  own  bread-winners  con- 
sider themselves  free  and  independent. 

But  what  is  the  accusation  against 
women  in  political  action?  That  they  are 
influenced  by  the  personalities  of  the 
candidates.  That  they  have  not  yet 
learned  to  grasp,  as  fundamental,  the 
great  issues,  which  are  presented  for  dis- 
cussion and  decision.  This  is  possibly 
true  ot  the  mass — of  all  but  the  thinking 
minority.  And  even  so — only  the  other 
day  I  heard  a  woman  whom  I  had  taken 
to  be  exceptionally  bright  say  that  she 
wouldn't  vote  for  Smith  because  he  was 
not  aristocratic  enough  for  the  White 
House ! 

The  electorate  is  the  jury  of  a  nation, 
and  should  not  be  moved  by  personal 
pulchritude  or  gracious  manners.  Other- 
wise, the  "matinee  idols"  and  "carpet 


By  GERTRUDE  ATHERTON 

knights"  would  have  too  great  an  ad- 
vantage over  the  blunt,  sincere  and  seri- 
ous, who  have  no  particular  appeal  for 
women.  I  should  like  to  lift  women 
above  the  allure  of  adventitious  attrac- 
tion, and  it  is  a  matter  of  very  grave 
importance  that  women,  who  now  com- 
mand the  deciding  vote,  should  study 
the  history  of  their  country,  and  think 
(which  they  are  quite  capable  of  doing, 
as  in  the  bringing  up  of  their  family  and 
the  management  of  their  home)  of  the 
present  and  future  needs  of  their  coun- 
try. "History  is  the  politics  of  the  past. 
Politics  is  the  history  of  the  present." 

It  is  appalling  to  me,  as  I  look  back 
to  only  a  few  generations  ago,  what 
might  have  been  the  fate  of  Andrew 
Jackson  under  woman  suffrage.  He  was 
a  rough  frontiersman,  of  questionable 
domestic  relations,  a  hard  fighter  and  a 
ruthless  foe,  from  whom  women  might 
well  shrink,  but  who  was  raised  up — 
doubtless  by  the  Providence  who  guides 
us — to  save  the  Union  in  his  time. 


JOHN  HAY,  in  his  "Life  of  Lincoln"  tells 
how  he  received  "the  great  emanci- 
pator," when  he  arrived  in  Washington, 
and  was  horrified  at  his  uncouth  man- 
ners and  his  reckless  and  ribald  talk. 
Hay  was  a  gentleman  of  refinement,  and 
he  wept  for  his  country  when  he  saw 
that  "monster  from  the  West,"  of 
questionable  origin  and  ungainly  appear- 
ance, to  express  it  mildly !  How  many 
good  people  in  those  days  had  their 
honest  misgivings.  But  those  who  knew 
Andrew  Jackson  and  Abraham  Lincoln, 
great  men  of  dual  personalities,  saw 
only  the  side  of  the  men,   when  they 


elected  them  to  office,  which  gave  cer- 
tain assurance  of  magnificent  courage 
and  determined,  patriotic  purpose.  In  a 
drawing  room,  they  would  have  lost 
the  vote  of  every  woman.  So,  today, 
with  Governor  Alfred  Emanuel  Smith: 
there  are  evidences  that  women  object 
to  him  because  he  was  born — and  his 
father  and  mother,  before  him,  were 
born — in  one  of  the  lower  wards  of  New 
York,  where  there  were — as,  indeed, 
there  were  in  all  great  cities  at  that  time 
visible  evidences  of  rampant  vice.  What 
has  become  of  those  who  exclaimed ; 
"How  can  so  much  good  come  out  of 
Nazareth?" 

When  you  tell  the  women  that  the 
character  of  Governor  Smith  is  empha- 
sized by  his  ability  to  rise  above  his 
early  environment,  they  will  pause  in 
their  judgment  His  good  parents  called 
him  "Emanuel,"  which,  in  the  old  He- 
braic, means  "God  with  us"  or  "God- 
given" — a  happy  intimation,  if  he  is 
destined  to  rank  in  the  service  of  his 
country,  with  such  men  as  Jackson  and 
Lincoln. 

It  might  be  unjust  to  the  women  to  say 
that  if  they  had  enjoyed  suffrage  earlier 
in  the  life  of  the  Nation,  they  might, 
unwittingly,  have  caused  the  destruc- 
tion of  the  American  Union.  It  takes 
rough  men  to  do  rough  work,  certainly 
not  popinjays  and  molly-coddles,  who 
look  pretty  and  talk  sweet,  who  cajole 
and  flatter.  Poor  Harding  was  "the 
handsomest  man  in  Washington,"  and 
polled  a  phenomenal  vote,  which  must 
have  included  the  vote  of  the  women; 
and  yet  he  was  the  most  misdirected  and 
incapable  of  statesmen. 

Continued  on  page  30 


10 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


WITH  this  issue  we  must  express, to 
Gaetano  Mcrola,  and  the  San 
Francisco  Opera  Association  our  thanks 
and  appreciation  of  the  splendid  Opera 
Season  they  made  possible  to  the  city's 
devotees  o(  opera  and  music.  By  reason 
ot  the  brilliantly  able  artists  brought  to 
the  city  for  the  occasion,  their  excellent 
performances,  the  fine  conducting  of 
Merola,  the  artistic  and  scenic  ctfects 
achieved,  San  Francisco's  192S  season 
has  been  rendered  one  of  the  most  mem- 
orable in  an  opera  tradition  dating  back 
to  the  beginnings  of  the  community — to 
be  exact,  back  to  iS53-'54. 

T       T       T 

UPON  being  recently  in  Hollywood 
one  ot  our  staff  was  privileged  to 
attend  a  huge  gathering  in  that  city's 


LOS  ANGELES 
CHAMBER  OF    COMMERCE 


far-famed  Bowl.  The  program  con- 
cluded with  an  appeal  to  subscribe  to  a 
$3000  fund  for  the  relief  of  some  cause, 
which,  according  to  the  speaker  was 
urgently  in  need  of  relief. 

The  audience,  however,  displayed 
only  slight  interest  in  the  appeal  It  re- 
mained listless  even  in  the  face  of  coax- 
ing, but  finally  by  dint  of  moving 
eloquence  the  required  $3000  was  raised 
among  the  unwilling  givers.  His  end 
having  been  realized,  the  leader  of  the 
appeal  raised  his  arms  for  silence  and 
delivered  himself  of  a  convocation. 
"You  have,"  he  intoned  solemnly,  "giv- 
en to  the  glory  of  yourselves,  the  glory  of 
the  cause,  the  glory  of  God  and  the  glory 
of  the  LOS  ANGELES  CHAMBER 
OF  COMMERCE."  The  audience  not 
to  be  outdone,  nor  to  slight  the  impres- 
siveness  of  the  occasion,  spontaneously 
burst  into  the  singing  of  "Praise  God 
From  Whom  All  Blessings  Flow." 

▼       T       T 

WE  HAVE  passed  in  and  out  of  the 
Russ  Building  goodness  knows 
how  many  times.  To  us  it  was  simply 
thirty  stories  of  electrically,  automati- 
cally operated  modernity.  So  what  was 
our  astonishment  one  morning  to  dis- 
cover right  on  the  column  that  divides 
in  two  the  main  entrance,  a  quaint,  old 
fashioned  door  bell,  one  of  those  plain, 
unpretentious  door  bells  that  call  to 
mind  humble  cottages,  old  homesteads 
or  the  old  family  flat  where  we  lived 
before  the  fire. 


Wc  fell  to  regarding  the  door  bell 
with  wonder.  It  seemed  so  charmingly 
strange  to  find  it  here  in  this  building,  so 
slick,  so  shiny,  so  new,  so  cockily  mod- 
ern. We  wondered  what  this  bell  could 
be  for,  but  found  no  placard  that  solved 
the  mystery.  We  are  now  seized  with 
wild  and  periodic  desires  to  push  the  but- 
ton and  find  out.  Only  extreme  caution 
stays  our  hand.  Suppose  the  some  3000 
tenants  of  the  building  should  rush  to 
the  door  in  answer  to  our  ring?  How,  if 
at  all,  could  we  explain  our  curiosity  to 

them? 

▼    ▼    ▼ 

INTO  the  home  of  a  couple  of  the  young 
married  set  there  had  entered  a  son 
and  heir.  The  youngster  was  the  first 
grandchild  to  be  born  to  either  the  ma- 
ternal or  paternal  side  of  the  house,  so 
naturally  his  coming  was  a  great  event. 
The  fond  parents  made  all  haste  to 
inform  the  grandparents  of  the  child's 
safe  arrival. 

One  of  the  grandfathers  had  evidently 
imbibed  too  freely  of  ultra  modern  doc- 
trines of  love  and  marriage  with  the 
result  that  he  was  the  victim  of  that 
amusing  affliction  of  being  rather  ad- 
vanced in  years  but  having  young  ideas. 
The  gentleman,  upon  being  informed 
that  he  was  a  grandfather,  promptly 
wired  acknowledgement  on  this  honor, 
but  added  reservations  to  his  rejoicings. 
He  off^ered  no  objection  to  being  grand- 
father to  so  fine  a  boy,  yet  there  was  one 
point  to  which  he  did  object  strenli- 
ously.  He  just  could  not  bear  the  idea  of 
being  married  to  a  grandmother. 


THE  people  who  make  political  and 
patriotic  speeches  would  have  us 
believe  that,  in  departed  years  the  run- 
ning of  the  country  was  on  high,  fine 
planes,  and  that  elections  were  sacred 
days,  viewed  by  the  citizens  with  none 
of  the  deplorable  jeering,  the  sad  cough- 
ing behind  hands  indulged  in  by  the 
present  generation.  Such  was  not  the 
case.  To  prove  it  we  have  only  to  turn 
to  an  account  of  a  San  Francisco  election 
of  1850,  as  recorded  in  an  old  and  inti- 
mately written  history  of  the  city. 

The  issues  of  that  election  were  as 
numerous  as  in  the  present  instance. 
They  were  obscured  with  all  the  usual, 
high  sounding  rhetoric,  which,  it  is  evi- 
dent, neither  impressed  nor  misled  the 


public.  For  we  find  scattered  through 
this  ancient  account  phrases  with  a 
markedly  familiar  ring,  such  as,  "The 
old  ones  are  so  tat  they  can't  eat  any 
more.  Let's  give  another  set  a  chance  at 
the  public  trough." 

▼    ▼    ▼ 

A  PROPOs  of  elections,  the  same 
ji\_  volume  yields  diverting  details  of 
the  manner  in  which  the  office  of  Sheriff 
was  won  in  the  self-same  election. 

A  Colonel  Bryant,  proprietor  of  the 
Bryant  House  was  Democratic  candi- 
date. During  the  campaign  his  hotel  was 
gaudy   with  streamers   and   bunting;  a 


band  played  daily  upon  the  balcony. 
Sumptuous  lunches  and  fine  liquors  were 
dispensed  with  free  and  open  hand.  The 
opposing  candidate  was  Colonel  John  C. 
Hayes,  former  Texas  Ranger,  who  was 
running  on  an  independent  ticket. 

The  evening  before  election  day  both 
candidates  held  torch  light  meetings  in 
the  Plaza  and  paraded  through  the  city 
at  the  head  of  brass  bands. 

By  noon  of  election  day  Colonel 
Hayes  was  leading  the  balloting.  The 
Bryant  forces  rallied,  marched  upon  the 
Plaza,  where  was  located  the  polling 
place,  and  proceeded  to  stage  a  second 
demonstration  more  elaborate,  eloquent 
and  musical  than  the  one  of  the  night 
previous.  Crowds  cheered  this  effort 
wildly,  but  just  when  it  looked  as  if  the 
tide  of  balloting  had,  indeed,  been 
turned,  the  Bryant  thunder  was  rudely, 
ingloriously  stolen. 

Right  into  the  midst  of  the  crowds, 
into    the    center    of    attention    dashed 
Colonel  Hayes  upon  a  blooded,  power- 
ful and  splendid  black  charger.  He  gave  | 
a  demonstration  of  Texas  horsemanship 
such  as  sent  the  crowd  into  mad  frenzy. 
The  Bryant  cohorts  sneaked  off  the  scene,  j 
Hayes,    of   course,    won    the    election.  ' 
Could  such  horsemanship,   we  ask,  be 
resisted? 

'    '    '  .      I 

WE  DO  not  know  from  what  city  ' 
the  idea  was  borrowed.  It  seems 
that  we  have  heard  of  such  things  being  ■ 
done   in    Hollywood   upon   the   nights  , 
when  all  Movieland,   lay,  professional  I 
and  aspiring,  turns  out  to  view  a  pre-  ! 
miere  showing  of  some  screen  produc- 
tion of  more  than  ordinary  importance. 
We  refer,  of  course,  to  the  cordon  of 


OCTOBER,  1928 


11 


police  that  was  this  year,  during  the 
Opera  season,  detailed  to  the  streets  ap- 
proaching Dreamland,  and  whose  sev- 
eral members  mounted  the  running 
board  of  cars  bearing  the  city's  finan- 
cially, social  and  artistically  prominent 
and  megaphoned  the  ownership  ot  the 
car  and  the  identity  of  its  occupants  to 
the  assembled  throngs.  A  pleasant  cus- 
tom, adding  to  interest  and  gaiety  of  the 
scene;  a  provincial  familiarity,  as  the 
reader  will  have  it  and  according  to  his 
tastes  as  a  spectator  or  the  occupant  of  a 
chosen  car. 

But  anyway,  we  could  not  help  re- 
flecting that  the  custom  provided  a  sort 
of  verbal  and  oral  Who's  Who,  and  we 
were  not  a  little  pleased  to  note  that, 
among  those  megaphoned  were  a  goodly 
number  of  our  own  advertisers.  This 
fact  added  immeasurably  to  a  growing 
good  opinion  of  ourselves  and  our 
works. 

»      T      T 

THE  University  of  California  and  in- 
cidentally Berkeley  celebrated  A 
BIG  DAY  in  the  home-coming  of  the 
victorious  Olympic  crew.  The  town 
was  hung  with  banners  ,the  schools  were 
given  a  half-holiday,  the  children  were 
lined  up  along  the  street  with  flowers  for 
the  heroes — for  as  the  Associated  Mer- 
chants kindly  reminded  us  "Peace  hath 
her  victories,"  etc. 

Unluckily  these  heroes  were  as  dis- 
appointing in  aspect  as  is  the  common 
run  of  supermen.  Just  off  the  train,  in 
their  neat  traveling  suits,  with  their 
dark  hair  slicked  smoothly  back,  they 
looked  nothing  at  all  like  the  husky,  be- 
sweatered  rough-necks  of  the  movies. 
They  passed  unrecognized,  and  the  mari- 
golds and  asters,  wilting  in  hot  little 
hands,  were  finally  thrown  at  any  good- 
looking  youth.  This,  however,  did 
nothing  to  detract  from  the  glories  of 
the  band,  which,  with  a  drum-major  in 
an  enormous  white  fur  cap  was  the  true 
belle  of  the  ball. 


Of  course  within  the  college  gates 
recognition  was  emphatic — probably 
needlessly  so  in  the  opinion  of  the  em- 
barrassed young  heroes  who,  shuffling 
and  stuttering  were  dragged  forward  one 
by  one,  on  the  stage  of  the  Greek  theater 
to  speak  their  little  piece.  They  must 
have  remembered  with  envy  that  other 
half  of  the  crew  who  still  lingered  in 
Europe,  unplagued  by  speeches  and 
banquets,  but  within  easy  reach  of  the 
flowing  bowl. 


THOLUin  we  have  read  several  times 
that  admirable  book  of  Charles 
Erskine  Scott  Wood,  Heavenly  Dis- 
course, we  periodically  pick  up  the 
volume  and  wander  through  it.  Each 
time  we  find  fresh  delight  in  its  incom- 
parable dialogue.  Of  certain  passages  we 
never  tire.  We  read  them  repeatedly 
with  the  frantic  desperation  of  a  man 
who  glimpses  a  paradise  which  he  may 
not  enter.  We  quote  a  few  sample  sen- 
tences ; 

"Beer,  the  liquid  bread  of  the  ancient 
Egyptians.  .  .  .  A  jug  of  Normandy  cider 
and  a  flagon  of  rich  old  Rhenish,  smell- 
ing of  grape  leaves  and  sunshine.  .  .  . 
The  golden  sweat  from  those  sunny 
slopes  of  the  Rhine,  The  Moselle." 


'mr^ 


The  fragrance  ot  these  phrases  both 
intoxicates  and  casts  us  down.  We  are 
consumed  with  regret  at  having  been 
born  as  of  The  Younger  Generation, 
hence  condemned  to  blistering  and  fear- 
ful synthetic  gins,  whiskies  and  raw 
wines  in  the  vain  attempt  to  escape  the 
mediocrities  of  standardization.  How 
heavenly  to  have  lived  in  a  time  when 
fine  and  mellowed  beverages  were  ac- 
corded deserved  honors;  when  remnants, 
at  least,  of  civilization  were  to  be  found 
in  the  Republic, 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THROUGH  its  association  with  the  re- 
doubtable Mr.  Al  Smith,  the  Brown 
Derby  comes  into  its  own  again.  This 
tact  was  proclaimed  to  us  by  a  window 
display  of  these  masculine  headpieces  in 
a  well  known,  fashionable  haberdashery 
shop  on  Montgomery  Street.  We  paused 
our  headlong  rush  to  view  the  display 
and  observe  what  the  well  dressed  Smith 
man  will  wear.  Here,  we  thought,  is  the 
most  sensible  fashion  that  hard  pressed 
hat  manufacturers  have  brought  to  life 
in  a  long  time. 

About  a  brown  derby  there  is  some- 
thing vastly  intriguing.  It  instantly  sug- 
gests departed  politics,  large  cigars. 
Congress  gaiters,  suspenders,  side  whisk- 
ers and  a  fine  old  school  gentlemanliness 
and  dignity.  A  brown  derby  brings  up 
the  picture  of  a  man  who  is  a  rakish  and 
charming  fellow,  who  dares  depart  from 
the  rubber  stamp  in  his  dress,  in  his  phil- 
osophy, in  his  politics.  Our  fathers  and 
their  fathers  before  them  wore  brown 
derbies  and  were  forthright  and  virile 
men,  who  built  empires  and  tolerated  no 
pious  nonsense.  Evil  days  fell  upon  the 
land  when  such  head  gear  became  quite 
unknown  among  us. 


THE  Hollywood  Bowl  has  proved 
that,  when  musical  culture  is  pre- 
sented with  proper  magnitude  and  fan 
fare,  the  rank  and  file  of  the  masses  are 
as  enthusiastic  over  it  as  over  new  mod- 
els in  motor  cars.  Consequently,  the 
originator  of  this  worthy  idea,  a  certain 
Mrs  Carter,  is  inspired  with  an  even 
more  Sublime  and  Broader  Vision  Re- 
cently the  lady  was  in  San  Francisco, 
where  she  presented  before  a  prominent 
organization  the  aims  and  purposes  of 
her  enlarged  viewpoint. 

Briefly,  Mrs.  Carter  proposes  to  am- 
plify the  Civic  Symphony  Orchestra 
idea.  If  these  organizations  work  so  well 
for  individual  cities,  why  not  have  every 
state  in  this  broad  land  create  its  official 
state  orchestra  and  provide  a  suitable 
official  structure   for   its   performances? 

Well,  why  not?  We  for  one  offer  no 
serious  objection  to  this  proposal — in 
principle.  We  raise  just  one  question — 
will  either  or  both  houses  of  the  state 
legislature  have  anything  to  say  about 
making  up  the  programs  of  the  California 
State  Symphony  Orchestrai" 

▼       ▼       T 

IN  SUCH  hours  as  we  can  spare,  we  are 
given  to  wandering  about  that  district 
of  the  city  known  as,  South  of  Market. 
Being  one  Saturday  night  so  engaged, 
we  chanced  into  a  "Mission." 


where  salvation  is  dispensed  to  unfor- 
tunates by  others  in  seemingly  similar 
condition. 

Directly  in  front  of  us  was  seated  one 
in  a  swaying  state  of  intoxication  from 
the  effects  (plainly  smelled)  of  wood 
alcohol,  canned  heat  or  some  other  such 
potent  stuff.  Under  the  stimulus  of 
hymn  singing  the  unfortunate  man  was 
moved  to  friendliness  and  sentimental- 
ism.  He  turned  about,  solemnly  shook 
hands  with  us  and  assured  us  that  he  had 
had  some  of  the  "best  champagne."  He 
offered  to  guide  us  to  the  source  of  the 
beverage,  an  offer  politely  declined. 

With  an  eye  to  aiding  a  mortal  in 
distress  we  gave  the  fellow  two  bits  in 
change  and  instructions  to  buy  strong 
coffee.  At  this  generosity,  the  bum  wept 
plentifully  and  damply,  necessitating 
the  second  gift  of  a  spare  handkerchief. 
Presently,  the  collection  plate  came 
along.  We  feared  that  the  object  of  our 
charity  being  so  overcome  by  emotion 
and  alcohol  would  give  away  our  coffee 
fund.  But  no!  Craftily  pretending  to  be 
lost  in  tears,  he  just  didn't  see  the  collec- 
tion plate.    — The  San  Franciscans. 


12 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Confess  Lady 

Wherein  a  Sink  of  Iniquity  Proves  to  Be  a  Purifying  Bath 


MISS  Matimia  Maxwell,  writer 
ot  magarinc  "con(cssions," 
picked  her  way  cardullv  along 
the  dusty  walk  that  was  the  main  street 
ot  Choteau,  Montana.  She  Irowncd  and 
rotated  her  parasol  slowly.  She  had 
struck  a  snag  in  her  latest  story.  Some- 
how, her  heroine-  -unconscious  of  dan- 
ger— had  danced  right  through  the  para- 
graph in  which  her  imperilled  girls 
usually  awakened  to  the  temptor's  evil 
intentions,  and  had  been  all  ready  to  sin 
joytully  v\hen  Miss  Matilda  left  oft 
writing. 

Under  her  spinning  parasol,  Miss 
Matilda  sadly  considered  the  paragraph 
of  penance  which  must  finish  her  story. 
Life  was  full  ot  pitfalls  for  young  girls 
and  it  was  her  duty  to  lead  them  through 
unscathed,  proving  to  her  readers  that 
virtue  was  its  own  reward  It  lite  v\'cre 
otherwise  than  this,  then  certainly  she 
would  never  have  sold  her  many  stories. 

The  post  office  provided  an  interrup- 
tion in  her  troubled  thoughts.  She  was 
always  welcomed  with  respect  by  the 
townspeople,  for  it  was  generally  under- 
stood Miss  Matilda  knew  a  lot  about 
the  world  one  could  never  learn  in  Cho- 
teau, Montana  The  important-looking 
envelopes  coming  from  faraway  New 
York  were  always  thin  with  a  check 
instead  of  being  thick  with  returned 
manuscript — which  was  plain  testimony 
of  her  greatness. 

This  morning,  the  customary  thin 
envelope  was  handed  her,  but  instead  of 
the  usual  check  it  contained  a  letter  from 
her  publisher.  She  was  so  agitated  with 
its  contents  that  her  parasol  whirled  into 
a  blur  of  pink  as  she  hurried  back  to  her 
cottage. 

The  editor  was  asking  her  to  come  to 
New  York!  He  needed  serial  stories 
badly  and  wanted  to  discuss  with  her  the 
possibility  of  writing  a  soul-gripping 
drama  of  the  country  girl  in  the  big  city, 
her  struggles,  near-defeats  and  final 
triumphs.  Miss  Matilda  was  dismayed. 

New  York?  .  .  .  she  shuddered.  Her 
knowledge  of  the  metropolis  had  been 
gleaned  from  a  book  of  missionary 
reports,  published  sometime  in  the  late 
eighties,  which  told  of  the  shocking 
human  wreckage  in  the  twenty-five  cent 
rooming  houses  along  the  Bowery,  of 
chorus  girls  whose  brief  light  ot  splendor 
made  only  more  terrible  their  final  fall 
into  the  unspeakable  trade,  of  white 
slave  dens  and  of  the  annual  disappear- 
ance of  just  so  many  girls,  fresh  from  the 
country,  who  saw  no  more  of  New  York 
than  the  Information  Booth  in  Grand 


By  KATHRYN  HULME 

Central  and  then  were  spirited  away 
mysteriously  never  to  be  heard  from 
again.  Miss  Matilda  had  an  implicit 
taith  in  the  integrity  of  the  written 
word  .  .  .  and  an  imagination  as 
boundless  as  the  prairies  on  which  she 
had  been  reared. 


KatharlneJ 

By  H.  L.  Johnson 

Keys  to  Vulcan's  secret  gardens, 

where. 
Caught  in  nets  of  carven  ruby  chain 
Set  among  the  brazen  roses'  bloom. 
Bathed  in  tears.  Love  lingers  in  the 

snare. 
Love,  ah,  let  me  tree  him  from  his 

pain, 
Ere  a  graven  wall  conceals  a  tomb; 
Never  will  I  find  one  half  as  fair 
As  thee,  and  sweet,  to  let  love  die 

in  vain, 
Has  spun  regrets  on  sad  Arachne's 


ON  THE  train.  Miss  Matilda  kept 
strictly  to  herself.  How  many 
times  had  she  written  about  girls  whose 
first  misstep  came  from  speaking  with 
handsome  strangers  on  trains !  She  spent 
much  of  her  time  jotting  down  the 
beginning  of  a  story  about  a  girl's 
temptations  on  a  Pullman,  and  her  local 
color  was  marvelously  realistic.  She  was 
immensely  pleased  with  what  travelling 
had  already  done  for  her  style. 

Not  until  she  reached  Chicago,  the 
locale  of  so  many  of  her  fearful  "white 
slave"  stories,  were  her  expectations  of 
danger  realized.  It  was  while  waiting  in 
the  terminal  there,  between  change  of 
trains,  that  she  actually  saw  her  first 
white  slaver  in  action. 

Ever  so  often  he  would  disengage 
himself  from  the  pillar  against  which  he 
leaned  and  go  forward  toward  some  girl 
as  though  about  to  speak  to  her  Each 
time  he  did  this,  he  would  raise  his  hat 
politely  when  the  girl  passed  on,  nose  in 
air.  Again  and  again  he  went  forward, 
with  a  gleam  in  his  eye,  only  to  fall  back 
against  the  pillar,  defeated.  Tingling 
with  suspense.  Miss  Matilda  almost 
wished  some  girl  would  acknowledge 
his  salute  It  would  be  just  like  having 
one  of  her  own  stories  acted  out  for  her ! 


But  though  the  stage  was  all  set,  the 
right  actress  wouldn't  come  on  and 
when  the  warning  bell  for  her  train 
sounded,  Miss  Matilda  trotted  after  the 
porter  feeling  somehow  cheated,  though 
nonetheless  excited  by  her  proximity  to 
intended  evil.  Her  excitement  was  short- 
lived, however.  It  turned  into  a  com- 
plete paralysis  of  fright  when  the  porter 
deposited  her  baggage  on  the  seat  of 
lower  berth,  section  ten,  and  she  discov- 
ered the  hat-raising  white  slaver  calmly 
occupying  the  seat  of  upper  berth,  sec- 
tion ten. 

Her  hand  shook  as  she  paid  the  red- 
cap; but  she  sat  down  courageously  and 
tooik  out  her  note-book  .  .  .  tor  com- 
fort. To  steady  her  nerves,  she  com- 
menced writing  down  a  minute  descrip- 
tion of  the  first  human  vulture  she  had 
met  face  to  face.  Immensely  proud  of 
her  cool  analysis  ot  this  bird  of  prey,  she 
was  looking  fondly  at  the  closely  written 
page  of  notes  when  suddenly  he  snapped 
his  paper  shut  and  stared  at  her  with  the 
most  piercing  brown  eyes. 

"This  your  first  trip  to  New  York?" 
he  asked  abruptly. 

Miss  Matilda  looked  at  him  squarely 
and  pronounced  the  first  lie  she  had  told 
in  all  of  her  thirty-one  years; 

"No,  I  go  there  every  year  ...  on 
business." 

That  "on  business"  was  a  very  good 
afterthought.  It  showed  him  she  was  a 
woman  of  atfairs  who  always  knew 
where  she  was  going  and  why.  If  only 
her  heroines  could  think  of  things  like 
that  to  say,  what  anguish  they  would  be 
spared ! 

"Well,  I  wish  I  could  say  the  same. 
I've  never  been  there,  and  would  you 
believe  it?   .   .   .   I'm  scared!" 

No,  Miss  Matilda  would  never 
believe  it,  but  she  encouraged  him  to  go 
on  with  his  story  because  she  thought 
"Railroad  Rape"  would  be  a  wonderful 
title  for  it.  She  told  him  all  the  horror 
stories  of  New  York  she  had  ever  heard 
or  written  and  when  his  face  went 
simply  blank  with  amazement,  she 
mentally  patted  herself  on  the  back  for 
so  having  impressed  him  with  her 
knowledge  of  that  sink  of  iniquity.  To 
thus  pluck  the  pinions  trom  a  vulture  on 
one's  first  encounter  was  a  triumph  that 
made  her  cheeks  glow  and  her  eyes  shine. 
This  unexpected  victory,  so  early  in  the 
journey,  filled  her  with  an  exultation 
such  as  Saint  George  must  have  felt 
when  the  dragon  lay  bleeding  and  be- 
headed at  his  feet. 

Continued  on  page  30 


OCTOBER,  1928 


13 


From  T'ortsmouth  Square 

A  recent  impression  of  San  Francisco's  mounting  skyline  by  W.  E.  Dassonville  whose  exceptional 
photographs  are  recogniz'-d  as  the  best  pictorial  interpretations  of  the  city  as  she  is  today 


14 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Spotlight 


Wherein  the  Caliph  Returns  Wearing  a  Critic's  High  Hat 


By  CHARLES  CALDWELL  DOBIE 


WE  have  ne\cr  been 
especially  kecntor 
playswhich  include 
the  audience  in  their  cast  ot 
characters  and  after  seeing 
"The  Spider"  wc  have  lost 
the  slight  enthusiasm  we  once 
possessed.  Plays  were  designed 
to  be  perlornied  within  a 
frame.  They  arc  meant,  in 
other  words,  to  be  acted,  and 
acting  means  artifice.  Sojlong  as  they 
keep  within  their  setting  we  accept  this 
acting,  this  artitice  as  a  reality,  but  once 
let  the  actors  step  trom  the  audience  and 
the  spell  is  broken.  The  actors  at  that 
moment  are  seen  to  come  from  a  real 
world,  a  world  we  know,  and  their 
gestures  and  diction  and  heroics  become 
the  sham  that  such  gestures  and  diction 
and  heroics  are  in  reality. 

There  is  always  a  good  reason  back  ol 
a  convention  if  we  look  far  enough  and 
the  frame  which  we  call  the  stage,  and, 
even  the  rising  and  falling  curtain,  have 
a  definite  excuse  for  existence.  They  sep- 
arate the  real  world  that  we  sit  in  from 
the  world  of  fancy  which  we  have 
placed  ourselves  in  a  position  to  accept. 
In  addition  to  destroying  illusion,  the 
inclusion  of  the  audience  into  the  stage 
business  of  "The  Spider"  soon  reduced 
the  play  to  the  level  of  pure  farce,  which 
is  perhaps  what  the  authors  intended. 

Even  so,  it  was  about  as  puerile  a 
farce  as  it  was  ever  our  misfortune  to 
sit  through  and  it  makes  us  wonder 
what  the  dramatic  critics  in  New  York 
were  thinking  of  when  they  cook  the 
play  seriously.  If  the  average  mental  age 
of  a  theatrical  audience  is  twelve  years, 
then  the  audience  that  sat  and  applauded 
"The  Spider"  could  not  have  risen  above 
the  mentality  of  a  five  year  old  child.  As 
tor  ourselves,  we  sat  through  the  entire 
performance  in  a  complete  daze  as  to 
what  it  was  all  about,  and  wc  came 
away  with  not  the  slightest  idea  of  why 
the  culprit  betrayed  himself  in  the  last 
act.  The  San  Francisco  production  had 
not  even  the  saving  grace  of  good  acting 
or  competent  stage  business  to  recom- 
mend it  William  Courtenay  is 
an  actor  of  experience,  but  the 
play  was  too  much  for  him, 
single-handed,  to  put  over. 
With  indifferent  support  and  a 
ridiculous  play  it  was  a  won- 
der to  us  how  he  ever  got 
through  the  part  every  night 
without  breaking  down  and 
having  a  good  old-fashioned 
cry. 


FOR  the  past  five  years,  plays  of  theat- 
rical life  have  run  the  gamut  of  front 
and  back  stage  emotions.  Nothing  has 
been  left  to  the  imagination  of  the 
playgoing  public  concerning  what  went 
on  behind  the  scenes,  except  the  home 
life  of  the  mummers.  This  has  been 
happily,  or  unhappily,  corrected,  accord- 
ing to  one's  viewpoint,  by  "The  Royal 
Family,"  which  comes  to  town  via  Los 
Angeles.  The  seal  of  this  last  named  city 
sent  us  to  the  Geary  Theatre  with  some 
trepidation  the  other  night.  For  we  re- 
membered "Burlesque"  and  "Excess 
Baggage"  and  numerous  other  plays 
upon  which  New  York  had  split  its  now 
figurative  gloves,  and  which  emerged 
from  the  blight  of  poor  casting  and  stage 
direction,  sad  and  indifferent  offerings. 
Mr.  Curran,  whom  we  understand  is  the 
father  of  this  production,  has  done  infi- 
nitely better  by  our  Nell  than  his  prede- 
cessors in  the  field  who  run  down  and 
capture  theatrical  casts  far  from  the 
glare  of  Broadway.  We  cannot  compare 
his  production  with  the  New  York  cast, 
not  having  been  to  New  York  these  two 
years,  but  we  should  say  that  it  lives  up 
to  the  requirements  of  the  lines  fairly 
successfully.  "The  Royal  Family"  is  not 
strong  dramatic  farce,  but  it  has  amus- 
ing moments  and  a  vital  portrait  of  an 
actress  of  the  old  school  to  help  get  it 
across.  Being  an  atmospheric  play,  rather 
than  a  play  of  clearly  defined  plot,  it  de- 
pends on  perfect  casting  for  its  complete 
success.  In  this  regard  the  honors  fall 
easily  to  Emilie  Melville,  playing  the 
matriarch  of  the  Cavendish  tribe,  and 
Frederick  Sullivan  doing  a  warm  hearted 
Hebrew  producer  with  fine  restraint  and 


lack  of  offensive  exaggeration. 
Indeed,  Mr.  Sullivan  was  so 
convincing  that  we  experi- 
enced a  shock  on  consulting 
the  program  between  acts  to 
find  him  boasting  such  a  fine 
old  Celtic  monicker.  Charlotte 
Walker,  attempting  an  imita- 
tion of  Ethel  Barrymore, 
somehow  was  not  particularly 
convincing.  This  was  our  first 
introduction  to  Miss  Walker's  histrionic 
art  and  we  came  away  with  a  feeling 
that  she  is  not  essentially  a  comedienne, 
even  though,  for  some  unknown  reason, 
she  kept  reminding  us  throughout  the 
performance,  of  Fanny  Brice.  Frederic 
March,  in  an  alleged  impersonation  of 
John  Barrymore,  brought  great  gusto  to 
his  characterization.  Too  much  gusto 
perhaps,  but  we  understand  that  Otto 
Kruger  did  the  same  thing  for  the  New 
York  production.  Therefore  we  have  an 
idea  that  the  sin  of  overacting  lies  on  the 
head  of  the  director  more  tnan  on  the 
head  of  Mr.  March. 

Like  most  third  acts  of  plotless  plays, 
the  third  act  of  "The  Royal  Family,"  is 
its  weakest.  Its  authors  felt  that  the  only 
logical  thing  for  them  to  do  was  to  get 
the  whole  Cavendish  family  back  into 
the  theatrical  business,  and  the  methods 
they  employed  were  the  good  old  ones 
that  obtain  in  every  musical  comedy. 
The  curtain  came  down  on  everybody 
happy  even  if  a  slight  strain  was  appar- 
ent in  the  means  employed  to  bring  this 
about.  True,  old  Fanny  Cavendish  was 
dead  in  her  chair,  but  in  view  of  the 
enforced  retirement  in  store  for  her  and 
her  devastating  energies  we  can  think  of 
no  happier  denouement. 

T      ▼      ▼ 

WE  went  with  the  jewelless  throng 
to  Dreamland  Auditorium  the 
other  night,  in  a  rather  reluctant  mood, 
to  hear  "Madame  Butterfly."  Our  mem- 
ories of  this  Japanese  opus  of  the  late 
Mr.  Puccini  did  not  seem  to  ensure  an 
evening  of  unalloyed  pleasure.  To  be  i 
truthful,  we  had  never  heard  an  adequate 
production  and  the  inadequate  perform- 
ances that  had  come  our  way 
brought  us  to  the  black- 
crowish  conclusion  that  "even  | 
if  it  was  good  we  wouldn't 
like  it."  However,  the  curtain 
hadn't  been  up  five  minutes 
before  our  hopes  rose,  and, 
with  the  first  off-stage  notes 
issuing  from  the  throat  of 
Elisabeth  Rethburg,  we  knew 
that  all  our  preconceived  no- 

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15 


Qeraldine  Farrar 
Who  WillzAppear  in  Concert  Here  This  Season 


16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  City  That  Knows  How 

Being  a  Parable  of  Its  Place  in  the  Kingdom  to  Come 


Sckne;  Before  the  Qate  of  Heaven. 
It  is  the  hour  tvhen  daiirn  ap- 
proaches, the  outlines  of  the  Qate 
can  he  seen  but  faintly.  A  large  croxvd 
is  assembled  before  the  Qate.  They 
knock  repeatedly  and  receiving  no  answer 
they  try  to  crash  the  Qate. 

A  Voice  of  the  Crowd  -.(knockingimper- 

iously)   What  ho  wichin   there!  Ad- 

'  mittance !  {the  croivd  ivaits  a  moment 

then  blows  rain  upon  the  gate.) 

St.    Peter:   (u'ho   has   been   sleeping — 

hearing  the  din,  wakes,  rubs  his  eyes 

and  rising  pushes  aside  the  covering 

of  the  keyhole  and  peers  through  the 

opening)   Who  are  ye?   What  do  ye 

seek? 

The    Crowd.    Admittance!    Open    the 

Gate! 
St.    Peter;   (raises   his   hands   and  the 
angels  spring  into  action.   The  Qate 
opens  sloivly.    The  crowd  pushes  up 
eagerly   St    Peter  holds  up  his  hands. 
The  light  now  groivs  strong  and  the 
radiance  from  ivithin  almost  blinds  the 
assembly).  A  moment,  my  brothers, 
till  I  question  ye  for  ye  must  know  to 
enter  the  Gaie  of  Heaven  first  ye  must 
qualify. 
A  Voice  ■.  (looking  at  the  Qate  to  Heaven 
critically)    So    this    is    the    Gate    to 
Heaven 
St   Peter;  It  is,  my  brother 
Another  Voice  ;  Our  Golden  Gate  is 

much  better 
St   Peter  ;  (picking  up  his  ears)  Golden 

Gate!  Is  there  a  Qolden  Gate? 
Same  Voice;  (derisively)  Just  think,  my 
friends      This    is     Heaven     and     he 
doesn't  know  about  the  Golden  Gate. 
The  Crowd  ;  (all  laugh  and  murmur) . 
St.  Peter;  Where  is  this^Golden  Gate? 
Same  Voice;  The. Gate  through  which 
all  ships  must  pass  to  enter  San  Fran- 
cisco 
St.  Peter  ;  (soni^what  awed  by  the  pomp- 
ous manner  of  the  speaker,   inquires 
timidly)  And  what  is  San  Francisco? 
The  Crowd  ;  (in  a  mighty  voice)  THE 

CITY  THAT  KNOWS  HOW! 
A  Voice  on  the  Edge  of  the  Crowd; 

Yes,  ask  Bill  Taft. 
St    Peter;  (now  completely  befuddled) 

KNOWS  HOW  .  .  .  WHAT' 
The  Crowd;  KNOWS  HOW'  So  be 

quick  old  man,  let  down  the  bars 
St    Peter  ;  But  a  moment  my  brothers, 
.friends,   I  beg  you  give  me  time  to 
talk  with  God. 
The  Crowd  ;  You  let  us  in,  we'll  do  the 

talking.  WE  KNOW  HOW' 
St.  Peter  ;  (puts  his  hands  to  his  ears  to 
deaden  the  mighty  sound,   signals  to 


Bv  CLAUDIA  COLONNA 

the  angels  and  the  gate  begins  to 
swing  to.)  Peace,  but  a  moment, 
friends 

A  Voice  in  the  Crowd;  Well,  what  do 
you  think  NOW? 

Another  Voice;  I'm  almost  sorry  that 
I  came 

Still  Another  Voice;  And  so   1   am 
I've  a  feeling  the  place  has  been  over 
press-agented 

Another  Voice;  It'll  never  live  up  to 
the  reputation  it's  achieved. 

First  Voice  ;  They  seem  to  have  a 
pretty  good  lighting  system. 

Another  Voice  ;  I  don't  believe  that's 
pure  gold  on  those  streets.  (Mean- 
while St.  Beter  hurries  up  the  Street 
of  Qold  in  great  agitation,  reaches 
the  Qreat  White  Throne  on  which  sits 
Qod  looking  slightly  bored.  At  his 
right  hand  sits  His  Son.  Peter  flings 
himself  prostrate  on  the  first  steps  of 
the  throne  ) 

St.  Peter;  (in  a  iveak  voice).  My 
Father ' 

God;  Rise  my  Peter  Why  art  thou  so 
greatly  agitated  Be  at  Peace.  (He 
stretches  forth  his  right  hand.) 

St.  Peter;  (rises  and  slowly  ascends  the 
long  flight  of  alabaster  steps.  When 
he  is  near  enough  he  seizes  the  hand 
of  Qod  and  kisses  it,  a  tear  falls  upon 
Qod's  hand.  St.  Peter  wipes  it  away 
with  his  robe) 

God;  (gently).  A  tear!  You  weep,  my 
Peter.  Tell  iTie,  wherefore  weepest 
thou. 

St.  Peter  ;  Oh  Father,  I  fear. 

God  ;  Fear,  my  Peter?  Know  ye  not  in 
Heaven  there  is  no  fear.  Tell  me, 
what  has  transpired  to  agitate  thee  so 
But  first  be  seated. 

St.  Peter;  (sitting  at  Qod's  feet). 
Father,  outside  the  Gate  awaits  a 
strange  mob.  It's  components  utter 
words  I  do  not  understand. 

God  ;  What  are  these  words? 

St.  Peter  ;  They  demand  admittance. 

God;  That  is  not  strange. 

St.  Peter;  No  Father,  but  they  speak  o« 
a  Gate,  a  Golden  Gate  they  call  it,^ 
which  they  say  is  better  than  that  of 
Heaven. 

God;  (somewhat  disturbed).  A  gate 
better  than  the  Heavenly  Gate  It 
cannot  be    Continue 

St.  Peter  ;  I  questioned  them  where  this 
gate  could  be  and  they  answered  in 
great  pride — 
God  ;  (interrupting) .  Pride?  That  is  a  sin, 

my  Peter. 
St    Peter  ;  Yes,  Father.  You  will  hear 
them    They  speak  with  pride  and  say 


their  gate  opens  the  way  to  San 
Francisco.  That  also  puzzled  me  and 
I  made  bold  to  question  them  and  all 
replied  in  voices  so  loud  and  strong  1 
trembled  lest  it  shake  you  off  your 
throne— SAN  FRANCISCO,  THE 
CITY  THAT  KNOWS  HOW!" 

God;  (puzzled).  But  what  do  they 
mean? 

St  Peter  ;  Father,  1  do  not  know  and 
so  I  came  to  you. 

Goo  ;  (turning  to  His  Son) .  My  Son,  you 
know  the  ways  of  these  Earth  people 
better  than  we,  what  think  you  they 
mean? 

Jesus;  (sorroivfully) .  I  think  My  Father, 
they  know  not  what  they  mean. 

Peter;  (rising).  Shall  I  deny  them  ad- 
mittance? 

God;  (rising  also).  No  Peter,  I  will 
question  them,  (puts  his  arm  around 
St.  Peter's  shoulder  and  together  they 
walk  down  the  Street  of  Qold.  When 
they  reach  the  Qate,  Peter  signals  the 
angels  who  throu)  it  ujide  open.  Qod 
stands  in  the  center.  The  croivd  make 
a  rush  toivard  him.  He  holds  up  his 
hands.  Behind  him  is  a  mighty  reful- 
gence of  light) . 

St.  Peter  ;  (to  the  Croivd).  Fall  back.  It  is 
HE 

The  Crowd  ;  (stepping  back  a  bit).  HE? 
WHO? 

St.  Peter;  he  is  GOD. 

The  Crowd;   (in  a  disappointed  tone). 

Oh 
God;  Tell  me,  my  children,  is  it  your 

wish  to  enter  here? 
The  Crowd;  It  was 
God  ;  What  good  deeds  have  ye  done  on 

earth,  I  fain  would  know. 
The  Crowd  ;  (fliyiging  up  heads  answer 

proudly)  ALL  our  deeds  were  good 
God  (patiently).  Well,  say  ye  so.  This  is 

unusual 
The  Crowd;  WE  are  unusual  too 
God;  Came  ye  from  Earth,  ye  say? 
The  Crowd  ;  Yes  Father 
God;  Know  ye  my  Son? 
The    Crowd;    (slightly    bored).    We've 

heard  of  him. 
God;  (with  faint  irony).  And  me? 
The  Crowd  (listlessly).  Oh  yes. 
God;  (aside  to  St.  Peter).  Ye  took  note, 

my  Peter,  that  they  did  not  recognize 

me.   (Again  speaking  to  the  people). 

My  gateman  here,  (pats  Peter's  hand) 

tells    me    ye    speak    strange    words 

incomprehensible    to    him.    (Pause). 

What  were  those  words? 
The  Crowd  ;  (look  at  each  other) 
St.  Peter;  My  Father,  they  said  "We 

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17 


Qurtain 

As  the.  gods  see  the  boys  and  girls  of  the  "Qood  News"  company  from  between  the  rafters  of  the  Curran 

Theatre.  Edward  Weston,  the  famous  photographer ,  represented  the 

deities  in  this  glance  from  the  empyrean 


18 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Movie  Realism 

Is  the  Unhappy  Ending  an  Artistic  Necessity 


SOME  years  ago  a  Los  Angeles  news- 
paper columnist  who  has  since 
become  a  Hollywood  title-writer, 
was  lamenting  the  existing  magazine 
situation  in  characteristically  vitupera- 
tive terms,  (the  gentleman  has  aspira- 
tions toward  achie\ing  his  self-conferred 
title  of  "satirist");  and  his  chief  com- 
plaint was  that  American  magazines 
would  publish  no  stories  with  unhappy 
endings.  The  implication  of  his  remarks 
was  that  no  story  could  be  artistic  unless 
it  ended  unhappily;  and  a  further  infer- 
ence to  be  derived  was  that  all  stories 
thus  tragically  endeding  were,  ipso  facto, 
necessarily  possessed  of  merit.  This  atti- 
tude for  a  long  time  was,  and  still  is, 
prc\'alent  among  certain  members  of 
that  indefinite  group  vaguely  referred  to 
as  the  intelligentsia.  The  reasons  for  its 
existence  are  conjecturable;  but  its  mani- 
festations are  familiar  to  us  all.  Not 
only  has  there  been  the  necessity  for  un- 
happy terminations  of  tales,  but  the 
stories  themselves  must  he  told  with  a 
heavily  sordid  treatment.  How  many 
sins  of  brutality  have  been  committed! 
how  many  foetuses  of  personal  bitter- 
ness aborted!  in  the  name  of  Realism? 

From  a  discussion  of  word-stories, 
our  remarks  turned  to  stories  of  the 
screen.  On  this  subject  he  became  par- 
ticularly incensed.  After  sundry  excori- 
ations and  lamentations  about  the  gen- 
eral stupidity  of  the  motion  pictures,  he 
exploded  with  some  excessively  heated 
epithets  anait  the  familiar  fadeout  re- 
vealing the  handsome  hero  and  the  har- 
monious heroine  clasped  in  a  fond  and, 
by  intimation,  eternal  embrace,  which, 
as  every  movie-goer  knows,  was  once 
the  ending  of  almost  every  picture.  The 
gist  of  his  opinions  was  virtually  the 
same  as  his  remarks  about  short  stories; 
he  possessed,  it  would  seem,  a  veritable 
obsession  for  unhappy  endings;  and  the 
mere  fact  that  a  picture  ended  happily 
was  in  itself  enough,  apparently,  to  con- 
demn it  in  his  eyes  as  a  piece  of  trash. 

This  attitude  is  not  an  unfamiliar 
one.  Among  the  various  criticisms 
hurled  at  the  developing  art  of  the  mo- 
tion pictures  by  those  men  who  steadily 
have  refused  to  concede  its  existing 
merits,  as  well  as  its  potentialities,  the 
lamentation  of  the  happy  ending  has 
been  exceedingly  common.  And  yet,  the 
viewpoint  which  holds  that  a  happy 
ending  destroys  the  merits  of,  or  an  un- 
happy ending  redeems,  any  picture,  is 
obviously  fallacious  upon  even  the  most 
cursory  examination.  The  argument 
advanced    in    favour    of   the    unhappy 


By  JO  PAGANO 

ending  is  usually,  of  course,  that  it  is 
"more  true  to  life."  This  argument  is  a 
popular  one  among  the  disciples  of  the 
school  of  so-called  "realism,"  whose 
masters  have  long  dominated  the 
thought  and  literary  flavour  of  the  coun- 
try— such  men  as  Theodore  Dreiser  with 
his    "pachydermous    reporting    of    the 


ImntatLoru 

B>  Helen  Stanford 

This  moonlight  is  Olympian  nec- 
tar poured 
From  out  a  golden  goblet  raised 

on  high 
To  flood  the  world  and  over- 
flow the  sky. 
And  turn  the  heads  of  mortals  on 
the  earth. 
Drink  deep  of  this  intoxicating 

light 
Before  the  golden  bowl  is  emp- 
tied quite; 
Drink  down  the  sparkling  bubbles 

of  the  stars 
Before  they   melt   away   into   the 
night. 


obvious,"  Sherwood  Anderson  with  his 
mock  humility  and  affected  unaffected- 
ness,  John  Dos  Passos  with  his  absorp- 
tion in  unpleasant  odours,  and  Jim 
Tally,  the  self-styled  critic  of  Holly- 
wood. 

▼      ▼      T 

IT  is  a  subject  for  philosophers  and 
psychologists  to  attempt  to  deter- 
mine the  reasons  for  this  passion  for 
the  unpleasant,  as  exampled  by  unhappy 
stories  told  in  an  indelicate  manner. 
The  protestations  of  the  "realists," 
(which  term  in  their  eyes  seems  to  be 
synonymous  with  drabness,  futility, 
misery,  sordidness,  and  so  on),  that  they 
are  revealing  Life  is  childish;  life  is 
everything  and  anything.  The  writer 
who  is  imbued  with  the  desire  to  repro- 
duce life  within  his  pages  is  confronted 
with  a  complex  spectacle  composed  of 
a  multitude  of  phenomena.  He  is  faced 
with  the  initial  necessity  of  choosing 
what  it  is  he  wishes  to  write  about;  and 
further,  with  the  manner,  the  spirit,  in 
which  he  wishes  to  write  it.  It  must  be 
obvious  that  every  writer  reveals  but 
one  little  part  of  life — himself. 


But  regardless  of  the  merits  of  the 
"realistic,"  or  the  "romantic,"  style  of 
literature,  regardless  of  how  a  story  is 
told,  or  what  the  story  may  be,  it  is, 
if  a  novel,  the  record  of  a  life,  or  of  a 
number  of  lives.  This,  at  least,  is  the 
skeleton  which  it  is  the  duty  of  the 
writer  to  animate.  The  history  of  any 
life  is  a  record  of  a  sequence  of  beautiful 
and  miserable  hours,  of  heights  and 
depths,  of  happy,  and  of  unhappy, 
moments.  Except  in  a  certain  type  of 
story  whose  ending  furnishes  the  reason, 
and  gives  significance,  to  the  entire 
story,  and  is  therefore  by  necessity  inex- 
orable, any  story  may  stop  at  one  point 
or  another,  without  in  any  way  destroy- 
ing the  merit  of  the  story.  For  example, 
the  story  of  Napoleon  might  have 
ended  with  his  bitter  youth,  his  later 
triumphs,  the  debacle  of  Waterloo,  or 
at  St.  Helena. 

▼       T       T 

ONE  of  the  most  common  complaints 
of  those  people  who  insist  upon 
a  fixed  ending,  usually  unhappy,  is  that 
stories  are  very  often  "twisted"  in  one 
way  or  another  in  order  to  satisfy  the 
taste  of  those  whom  they  term  "the 
morons."  Such  a  thing  as  this  theoreti- 
cal "twisting"  in  reality  does  not  exist. 
If  the  ending  seems  false,  thus  justifying 
their  scornful  accusation,  it  is  merely 
indicative  of  poor  craftsmanship;  for  if 
enough  factors  had  been  introduced  into 
the  story  to  make  these  developments 
seem  logical,  the  ending  would  have 
appeared  the  natural  one — the  only  end- 
ing, in  fact,  seemingly  possible. 

Of  course,  if  the  purpose  of  the  story 
is  to  prove,  say,  that  life  is  futile,  or 
tragic,  or  sordid,  or  miserable,  it  might 
be  said  that  an  unhappy  ending  is  "nec- 
essary." But  is  not  such  a  concentra- 
tion upon  one  phase  of  existence,  to- 
gether with  a  submerging  of  all  the 
other  parts,  in  itself  a  condemnation  of 
the  work?  Any  novel  which  is  written 
to  prove  such  a  narrow  theme  is  as 
"untrue"  as  a  work  written  in  propo- 
gation  of  an  equally  narrow,  though 
autonymous,  viewpoint. 

In  the  majority  of  cases  the  objectors 
to  the  happy  ending  have  been  aroused 
to  violent  protestations  not  because  of  . 
the  stupidity  of  the  happy  ending  as  an  | 
aesthetic  or  philosophical  idea,  but  be- 
cause of  the  asinine  way  in  which  it  has 
been  presented  in  the  bulk  of  pictures, 
which,  like  the  bulk  of  works  in  every 
artistic  medium,  have  been,  as  we  all 
know  only  too  well,  very  bad  indeed. 

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OCTOBER,   1928 


19 


"Jeanne  d'Arc,"  a  mural  by  Herman  Struck,  which  ivas  given  first  honorable  mention  m  the  Jamei  D.  Phclan 
Figure-Composition  Competition  at  the  Bohemian  Club. 

Art  Obsessions 

A  Proposal  that  We  Should  Not  Take  Art  Exhibits  Too  Seriously 


THE  general  wave  of  condemnation 
agitated  by  the  recent  Exhibition 
ot  Figure-Composition  Paintings  in  Oil, 
sponsored  by  the  Hon.  James  D.  Phelan 
at  the  Bohemian  Club,  has  served  to  air 
a  number  of  pet  artistic  resentments.  It 
has  also  served  to  call  attention  to  a 
peculiar  psychology  of  the  local  art 
audience. 

It  appears  that  everyone  had  a  good 
[  time — the  critics  and  disgruntled  ones  in 
airing    their    grievances — the    painters, 
I  whose  work  was  accepted,  in  admiring 
.  their  work  and  explaining  why  it  did  or 
did  not  get  a  prize — and  the  people  gen- 
erally  in   seeing   in   one  room   pictures 
which  both  pleased  and  disturbed.  So  all 
had  a  good  time — but  no  one  was  sat- 
'  isfied 

[       The  exhibition,  culled  trom  one  hun- 

l  dred   and   forty  canvases  submitted   in 

competition    for    three    prizes    ranging 

trom  two  to  five  hundred  dollars,  was 

somewhat  omniverous.  It  included  can- 

'.  vases   by    highly   respected   technicians, 

i  pictures  by  imaginative  and  allegorically 

'  minded  painters,  compositions  by  those 

I  in  the  throes  of  theories  and  abstractions. 

Everyone  should  have  been  pleased 

And  they  would  have  been  could  they 


By  ALINE  KISTLER 

have  gone  to  the  exhibition,  seen  what 
they  liked  and  forgotten  the  other  things. 
But  such  a  thing  seems  impossible  for 
San  Francisco  art  audiences  at  the  present 
time  Just  why,  I  can  not  say.  I  can  only 
liken  it  to  the  good  old  religious  fervor 
which  made  stake  burnings  a  festival  or 
to  the  enthusiasms  which  not  so  long 
ago  wrecked  lives  over  the  significance 
between  a  few  ounces  of  sprinkled  water 
and  the  several  gallons  needed  tor  im- 
mersion. 

T      ▼      ▼ 

THE  modernists,  recalling  the  former 
contretemps  of  the  Bohemian  Club 
versu^  certain  types  of  contemporary 
art,  went  to  the  exhibition  with  blood  in 
their  eyes  to  denounce  the  "old  fogies 
who  closed  eyes  and  understandings  to 
progress  in  art."  But  finding  that  almost 
a  third  of  the  paintings  were  modern  in 
feeling,  they  were  surprisingly  disap- 
pointed, criticized  the  prize  awards  and 
decried  the  whole  exhibition  because  it 
included  the  two-thirds  which  repre- 
sented the  type  of  work  the  Bohemian 
Club  has  always  welcomed. 

A  similar  reaction  was  given  by  those 
of  traditional  attitude  toward  painting 
Dissatisfied  with  having  two-thirds  of 


the  exhibition — which  quite  fairly  repre- 
sented their  point  of  view — they  refused 
to  enjoy  it  because  of  the  presence  of  the 
other  irritant  third. 

All  this  brings  us  to  an  analysis  of  the 
exhibition  considered  entirely  aside  from 
the  factors  involving  loyalty  to  any  art 
theories. 

A  novel  is  judged  as  a  novel.  A  biog- 
raphy is  compared  to  other  biographies. 
Free  verse  is  not  usually  considered  in 
relation  to  classical  measure.  And, 
except  for  intellectual  consideration, 
neither  the  individual  novel,  biography 
nor  book  of  verse  is  discussed  in  relation 
to  its  place  in  the  abiding  literature  of  all 
time.  We  enjoy  our  reading  in  its  minor 
classifications  and  seldom  bother  about 
its  teleology. 

▼       ▼       T 

BUT  in  San  Francisco,  at  the  present 
time,  no  one  seems  able  to  visit  an 
art  exhibit  without  gravely  considering 
each  picture  as  offering  itself  as  a  con- 
tribution to  the  ultimate  body  ot  time- 
less art.  All  sense  of  art  as. a  cumulative 
movement  which,  like  history,  is  a  mat- 
ter of  growth  and  converging  factors, 
far  more  than  of  any  chain  of  recognized 

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20 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Transients 

Being  an  Intimate  Portrait  of  Lawrence  Tibbett 


Editor's  Note  :  The  color  and  romance  of  San  Fran- 
cisco draw  visitors  of  prominence  and  siRnificancc  from 
all  over  ihc  world.  They  come,  mingle  with  San  Fran- 
ciscans and  return  to  their  activUics  leaving  viviJ 
menwnes  of  a  stimulating  contact  This  is  the  first  of  a 
series  of  interviews  with  outstanding  personalities  who 
visit  San  Francisco. 


0 

such  a  r 


Ni  V  in  San  Francisco  and  for  the 
throngs  o(  his  admirers  here 
would  Lawrence  Tibbett  give 
such  a  pleasant  little  repertory  season  ol 
opera  by  himselt.  Never  ha\'e  resident 
gourmets  ot  opera  been  previously  satis- 
fied with  his  sporadic  appearances  and 
ever  have  they  clamoured  for  verdicts 
from  the  gods  such  as  transpired  this 
year 

Beyond  the  supreme  enjoyment  of 
singing  before  San  Franciscans,  Tibbett 
is  not  particularly  jocular  over  his  per- 
formances He  is  disgruntled  by  the 
scant  approval  given  his  efforts  by  the 
critical  brethern  He  is  a  trifle  upset  by 
the  unwillingness  ot  either  the  public  or 
the  press  to  receive  new  interpretations 
of  divers  roles.  And  he  is  thoroughly 
determined  to  continue  the  development 
of  these  parts  and  to  return  to  San  Fran- 
cisco some  day  to  prove  his  contentions. 

For  he  is  a  modernist.  He  realizes  the 
tottering  skeleton  upon  which  opera  is 
constructed.  He  understands  the  dearth 
of  really  great  librettos.  And  he  appreci- 
ates the  stringent  conventions  which 
hover  over  the  production  of  musical 
drama. 

But  withal  Tibbett  is  tolerant  He 
respects  the  operatic  tradition  Secretly 
he  adores  the  fanfare  and  adulation 
which  encompasses  any  figure  of  the 
Metropolitan  And  he  will  work  ad 
infinitum  for  an  appreciative  audience 

He  is  proud  of  his  youth.  Proud  of  his 
state.  And  proud  of  his  figure.  He  hopes 
for  a  glorious  career  in  which  he  will  be 
able  to  inject  a  new  note  into  a  series  of 
operas.  He  aspires  to  sing  through  an 
interim  wherein  musical  drama  will 
undergo  drastic  changes  in  librettos, 
scores,  staging,  lighting  and  costuming, 
in  all  of  which  he  is  mildly  interested. 


IT  has  been  the  abject  fate  of  this  bari- 
tone never  to  have  received  the  full- 
est opportunities  at  the  Metropolitan 
Opera  in  New  York  His  greatest  suc- 
cess "La  Cenna  delle  Beffe"  has  never 
been  a  howling  success  on  Broadway 
other  than  when  performed  by  the 
Barrymores  His  other  major  role  and 
incidentally  his  first  favorite  is  Ford  in 
"Falstaff"  and  this  work  has  glimmered 
and  faded  with  surprising  irregularity 
during  the  last  few  seasons.  "The  King's 
Henchman"   has  won   its  place   in   the 


By  JACK  CAMPBELL 

repertory  but  the  test  ot  a  few  more 
seasons  remains  to  place  its  ultimate 
importance. 

Into  L'Amore  Dei  Tre  Re,"  "Lohen- 
grin," "Aida,"  "Tannhauser,"  and 
"Pagliacci"  he  is  growing.  With  ma- 
turity in  a  set  of  such  roles,  he  will 
realize  the  fame  which  has  been  long 
awaiting  a  rendezvous  with  him 

Outside  of  New  York,  however,  Tib- 
bett is  becoming  a  name  ot  importance. 
Throughout  the  east  and  middle  west 


Lawrence  Tibbett 

his  concertizing  has  been  both  remuner- 
ative and  valuable.  With  the  exception 
of  Tito  Schipa,  he  is  the  only  opera 
singer  who  is  devoting  a  large  portion 
of  time  to  this  field  of  endeavour 

In  the  west,  and  in  California,  in  par- 
ticular, he  is  an  idol.  He  has  "Neried" 
his  way  into  the  hearts  of  every  person 
who  has  seen  him  during  the  past  two 
seasons.  Following  the  recent  somewhat 
frequent  announcements  that  he  would 
sing  in  place  of  "so  and  so,"  wild  out- 
bursts of  applause  rose  in  a  crescendo  to 
dust  the  acoustics  of  the  Dreamland 
Auditorium  »    t    t 

TIBBETT  feels  equally  at  hoiTie  in 
either  the  Bohemian  Club  of  San 
Francisco  or  the  Writers  and  Mayfair 
Clubs  of  Hollywood  In  both  he  is 
known  as  "Larry"  by  the  leaders  of  the 
theater,  cinema,  and  business  worlds 
He  attends  the  Grove  plays  in  the  sum- 
mer whenever  it  is  possible  and  the  suc- 
ceeding evening  finds  him  entertaining  a 
large  party  at  the  Hollywood  Bowl  to 
hear  "Le  Sacre  du  Printemps." 

He  is  the  playboy  of  the  Metropoli- 


tan Consequently  he  enjoys  the  mature 
rcla.xations  of  San  Franciscans  and  the 
adolescent  enjoyments  of  Hollywood 
and  Beverly  Hills  He  revels  in  the 
solidity  of  our  city,  at  the  saiTie  time 
retaining  a  large  warm  spot  in  his  affec- 
tions for  the  fairy  land  of  the  south  with 
its  beaches  and  hot  sun 

Nor  is  he  without  a  wild  imagina- 
tion. With  the  advent  of  the  talking  and 
singing  motion  picture,  he  finds  a  new 
field  opening  to  him  Neighbors  such  as 
Louis  B  Mayer,  Joseph  Schenck,  Irving 
Thalberg,  and  Jack  Warner  are  anxious 
to  secure  his  services  for  the  animated 
cinema 

And  he  relishes  such  attention  Down, 
not  so  very  deep  in  his  heart,  he  cherishes 
the  curious  ambition  to  earn  anywhere 
from  two  to  ten  thousand  dollars  a  week 
for  three  months  This  is  to  be  an  inter- 
lude. He  will  forget  opera  for  this  period 
and  become,  perhaps  a  silent  or  conver- 
sational satelite 

With  his  newly  earned  wealth  he 
wants  a  Rolls,  several  butlers,  a  litter  of 
diatonic  puppies,  other  major  domos,  a 
beach  castle,  and  a  trunkful  of  the  most 
bizarre  and  paradoxical  clothes  which  he 
can  cull  from  the  opalescent  windows  of 
Hollywood  Boulevard. 

But  again  this  is  only  a  whim,  ex- 
pressed on  Nob  Hill,  as  he  looked  out 
over  the  Bay  Tibbett  brought  this  slight 
albeit  pleasant  digression  to  a  close  by 
reiTiarking  vigorously  as  he  poked  his 
cane  into  the  nozzle  of  a  fire  hose : 

"San  Francisco,  God,  but  this  is  a 
fascinating  city." 

Even  the  last  cable  car  stopped  at  this 
ejaculation.  A  two  or  three  second  trib- 
ute of  absolute  silence  was  further  paid 
the  baritone  before  the  jangle  of  the  bells 
indicated  that  this  was  a  busy  city  no 
matter  how  beautiful  And  that  the 
cables  were  the  busiest  of  all  the  inhabi- 
tants. 

T      T      T 

WITHOUT  a  rehearsal  he  sang  Scar- 
pia  for  us  He  dared  to  present 
a  subtle  villain  But  realizes  now  that 
perhaps  Sardou  even  did  not  discern  any 
such  sterling  quality  in  his  brain  child. 
Tibbett  desires  to  denude  the  operatic 
villain  of  his  moustachios  and  bom- 
bastic gestures  And  substitute  a  certain 
amount  of  charm  and  gentility.  He 
hopes  to  humanize  his  roles. 

But  for  the  time  he  realizes  that  this  is 
futile.  As  the  swaggering  Neri,  he  won 
his  plaudits  Without  the  gusto,  power, 
and  melodrama  of  this  Bennilli  charac- 

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OCTOBER,   1928 


11 


DE   FOREST 


California  born  and  still  the  loveliest  of  American  Actresses.  After  a  year's  absence,  Miss  'Rambeaii  has 

returned  to  San  Francisco  under  the  aegis  of  Henry  Duffy.   She  is  playing  the  title  role  in  "Ayitonia," 

a  sophisticated  tale  of  ayi  opera  star  with  a  setting  laid  in  Hungary.  Both  the  star  and  the 

theme  of  the  play  are  new  to  O'Farrell  Street  but  are  being 

enthusiastically  received 


22 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Reminiscences  Inebriata 

And  the  Renaissance  of  Alcoholics  in  America 


WE  were  dining  very  quietly  at 
the  Royale,  Milan  and  1.  It  was 
an  evening  of  hushed  splendor. 
The  day  had  been  warm,  quiet,  ncr\c- 
less.  Then  evening  came  and  its  cool 
presence  could  he  felt  among  the 
tables,  around  gay  groups.  Noises  were 
about  us:  a  slight  clattering  ot  crystal 
a  hum  ot  voices  with  high  notes  ot 
teminine  laughter,  and,  occasionally, 
the  pop  ot  a  bottle  as  some  waiter  newly 
versed  in  the  ritual  of  bottle-opening 
would  break  the  quiet  of  our  dining. 
Milan  was  fingering  his  glass  and  gaz- 
ing out  into  the  street  in  a  pensive 
manner.  I  could  see  that  a  soliloquy,  or 
perchance  a  contession,  was  forthcom- 
ing, so  I  beckoned  our  waiter  and  had 
the  glasses  brimmed.  Milan  glanced 
gratetully  in  my  direction  and  launched 
into  speech.  A  proper  sense  of  historical 
values  prompted  me  to  make  copious 
notes  on  the  table  cloth  as  he  talked  and 
I  was  thus  enabled  to  preserve  the  gist 
ot  a  con\'ersation  that  would  have  other- 
wise passed  into  the  limbo  of  lost  talk. 

"It  has  often  occurred  to  me,"  began 
Milan  in  that  meaningful  voice  of  his, 
"that  some  energetic  professor  just  out 
ot  Columbia  with  a  desire  to  win  a 
Pulitzer  prize  and  a  position  on  the 
staff  of  The  Nation,  should  write  tor  us 
a  history  of  the  drunk  with  special  ref- 
erence to  American  social  life.  The  diffi- 
culty is,  ot  course,  that  professors  could 
not  be  e.xpected  to  understand  a  state  of 
being  which  they  had  never  experi- 
enced, and  the  gentlemen  who  really  do 
understand  intoxication,"  (he  blushed 
modestly),  "would  never  care  to  write 
about  so  personal  a  matter." 

The  encircling  shadows  of  evening 
spread  across  the  opening  on  the  boule- 
vard and  came  creeping  into  the  cafe. 
Glasses  were  lifted  against  the  grey- 
violet  haze  of  the  street  lights,  and  then 
talk  was  resumed. 

"You  see,  the  first  thing  that  would 
have  to  be  cleared  up  would  be  our 
attitude  towards  into.xicants.  We  would 
have  to  rid  our  minds  ot  the  obsession 
that  intoxicants  have  any  significance  in 
and  of  themselves;  we  would  have  to 
realize  that  they  are,  like  beautiful 
women,  neither  harmful  nor  useful  in 
their  essence,  their  beauty  and  signifi- 
cance depending  entirely  upon  the  uses 
to  which  the  imagination  may  rightly 
subject  them." 

Milan,  I  realized  with  pleasure,  was 
becoming  interested  in  his  own  ideas. 

"The  importance  of  this  prelude  to 
any  discussion  of  alcohol,  is  that  until 


Bv  CAREY  McWlLLIAMS 

it  is  done  we  can  never  rid  ourselves  of 
the  nightmare  of  reason  known  as  pro- 
hibition, nor  will  we  ever  be  able  to  do 
justice  to  the  drunk  as  a  social  type. 
C^ur  so-called  liberals,  as,  tor  example, 
Mencken,  Will  Rogers  and  Al  Smith, 
make  the  fatal  mistake  of  trying  to 
evade    the    significance    ot    alcohol    by 


yi  Humaiij  Hearts) 

By  Elizabeth  Leslie  Roos 

To  really  hold  a  human  heart. 
To  watch  it  palpitate  and  start; 
How  strange  to  think  this  may  be 

true. 
And  yet  they  say  great  surgeons  do. 

It  they  should  take  my  heart  to  test. 
How  quietly  t' would  lie  at  rest; 
So  heavy  it  would  be  with  pain. 
It  could  not  bear  to  beat  again. 


apologizing  tor  the  drunk.  They  adopt, 
in  their  discussions  of  the  subject,  a  very 
spiritual  tone :  alcoholics,  they  preach, 
should  be  used  in  moderation.  It  is  only 
a  yokel,  to  paraphrase  Mencken,  who 
gets  drunk.  In  other  words,  we  can 
never  face  the  issue  properly  until  drink- 
ers en  masse  abolish  their  inferiority 
complex  and  boldly  assert  the  right  ot 
intoxication. 

"Mencken,"  continued  Milan,  "being 
a  drinking  gentleman  of  no  mere  ama- 
teur standing,  knows  that  the  purpose 
of  alcohol  is  to  intoxicate.  The  moment 
a  man  takes  a  drink  he  is,  to  that  extent, 
intoxicated,  and  thereafter  it  is  merely 
tool's  nonsense  to  quibble  over  the 
degree.  He  might  just  as  well  say  that 
the  only  raison  d'etre  of  woman's 
beauty  was  to  give  us  the  inestimable 
privilege  of  imparting  an  occasional  kiss 
ot  affectionate  lightness  upon  the  cheek 
ot  beauty,  as  to  maintain  that  the  pur- 
pose of  alcohol  is  to  give  us  a  mildy 
pleasant  glow  before  dinner.  That 
Mencken  secretly  knows  better  may  be 
shown  by  a  reference  to  the  bulletin 
which  he  sent  out  a  few  years  ago  solicit- 
ing membership  in  the  Friends  ot  the 
Saloon. 

"The  drunk,  then,  considered  in  the 
light  of  reason,  is  the  only  rational 
drinker.  The  drunk  looms  up  in  history 
as  the   free-thinker  of  the   intoxicated. 


the  man  who  puts  alcohol  directly  to  its 
ordained  and  historic  use  and  wastes  no 
highfalutin  talk  about  moderation.  He 
doesn't  know  who  Dr.  Raymond  Pearl 
is,  and,  moreover,  a  distrust  of  statistics 
and  mortality  tables  is  ingrained  in  his 
nature." 

▼       T       T 

MILAN  finished  this  portion  of  his 
discourse  with  great  gusto.  For 
a  moment  there  was  silence  as  we  medi- 
tated over  destiny  and  our  glasses.  The 
quiet  ot  the  night  was  occasionally 
shattered  by  our  sighs  as  we  permitted 
the  contents  of  our  bottles  to  grace  our 
glasses,  and  the  contents  of  our  glasses 
to  speak  eloquently  to  us  of  the  many 
things  that  remain  unsaid,  the  many 
forgotten  dreams,  mirages,  vistas,  that 
alcohol  induces  but  cannot  sustain. 

"Conceding,  then,  that  the  drunk  is 
not  the  besotted  wretch  of  current  leg- 
end, but  an  idealist  among  drinkers, 
how  has  America  viewed  the  drunkard? 
In  the  solution  of  this  question  lies 
much  of  sociological  import.  Instead  of 
discussing  miscegnation,  overpopula- 
tion, and  companionate  marriage,  our 
Great  Intellects  should  consider  why  it 
is  that  we  have  for  so  many  years 
slandered  the  drunkard.  But  our  atti- 
tude is  changing  and  I  propose  to  give 
you  the  history  of  that  change,  for  I  am 
myself  a  drunkard  and  speak  from  the 
depths  of  experience. 

"I  began  to  drink,  professionally,  at 
or  about  the  close  of  the  late  ,  World 
War.  Prior  to  that  time  it  cannot  be 
said,  technically,  that  I  was  a  drinker. 
There  was  a  conspiracy  of  unreality 
about  those  days:  life  was  unsettled, 
chaotic,  fictitious.  We  all  experienced 
to  a  degree  the  sensation  of  mild  insanity 
and  out  of  a  due  regard  for  aesthetics  we 
turned  to  alcohol  to  lend  an  air  of  the 
poetic  to  something  that  was  essentially 
prosaic,  i.  e.  existence.  Our  taste  in 
those  unregenerate  days  was  appalling. 
We  drank  anything,  and,  I  hesitate  to 
add.  everything.  It  was  a  time  of  road- 
houses,  and  ungainly  pint  bottles,  and 
furtive  stills  up  lonely  alleys.  The  cock- 
tail was  unheard  of,  and  wines  and  beer 
were  eschewed  as  a  waste  of  time  and 
ati  insult  to  thirst.  Of  these  first  years 
ot  prohibition  little  can  be  said  save 
that  they  were  awful.  Prior  to  the  War 
we  had  regarded  intoxicants  as  a  part 
ot  life;  after  prohibition  we  became 
drink-conscious  and  apologetic." 

The  recounting  of  this  part  of  his 
reminiscences  caused  Milan  to  shudder 

Continued  on  page  42 


OCTOBER,  1928 


23 


Brother — Where  you  gain'  sis? 

Sister — 'Rj.ding  with  Bill.  Think,  I'll  need  a  coat? 

Brother — Hell,  no.  Better  take  a  fan. 


24 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


cJ^zVx yacqueline  I^eesling 


The  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  FrancisV.  Keesling  of  San  Francisco.  From  the  portrait  by  the 

eminent  British  painter,  Trevor  Hadden 


OCTOBER,   1928 


25 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


WEDDINGS 

HALli-SAVAGH  t)n  September  8,  Miss  Helen  Sav- 
age, daughter  of  Mr-  and  Mrs.  Otto  Savage,  and  Mr 
MarshallHale  Jr..  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Marshal  Hale. 
In  Denver,  Colorado. 

CHAPMAN-VON  HOLT.  On  September  8.  Miss 
Hilda  von  Holt,  daughter  of  Mrs  H.  M.  von  Holt  of 
Honolulu,  and  Mr  Sherwood  Chapman,  son  of  the  late 
Mr   and  Kirs    W.  B    Chapman, 

EDDf-FENNER,  On  September  8,  Miss  Mary 
Fenner.  niece  of  Mrs  T  G  Hull  of  Alameda,  and  Mr 
Selwyn  Eddy,  son  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Edwin  Eddy,  in 
Alameda 

BOARDMAN-LAKE-  On  September  11,  Miss  Olive 
Frances  Lake,  daughter  of  Mrs  Edna  Scott  Lake,  and 
the  late  Dr  Edward  Hills  Lake,  to  Mr.  Albert  Drown 
Boardman,  son  of  Mrs.  Samuel  H.  Boardman  and  the 
late  Mr   Samuel  H,  Boardman. 

DORST-FULLER.  On  September  12.  Miss  Margaret 
Helen  Fuller,  daughter  of  Mrs.  Frank  Whittier  Fuller, 
to  Mr  Warrington  Dorst.  son  of  Mrs.  James  Dorst  and 
the  late  Colonel  0)rst 

MVERS-MASON.  On  September  14.  Miss  Rowena 
Steirly  Mason,  daughter  of  Mr.  M  C.  Mason  and  the 
late  Mrs  Bonnie  Mason,  to  Mr  Robert  Pearce  Myers, 
son  of  Mr    and  Mrs.  H    E.  Myers  of  Los  Angeles 

SCOTT-SWINNERTON.  On  September  15  in  Palo 
Alto,  Miss  Mary  Elizabeth  Swinnerton.  daughter  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs  James  Swinnerton,  to  Mr  Ralph  Winfield 
Scott    son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Winfield  Scott. 

MEJIA-HARBAUGH  On  September  15,  in  St 
Louis,  Miss  Elise  Harbaugh.  daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs 
Simon  J.  Harbaugh  of  St  Louis,  to  Mr.  Edwin  Mejia- 
son  of  Mrs    Encarnacion  Mejia  of  San  Francisco. 

HENDERSON-GRAHAM  On  September  18,  Miss 
Martha  Graham,  daughter  of  Mrs  Chalmers  Graham, 
to  Mr  Herbert  Scott  Henderson,  son  of  the  late  Mr  and 
Mrs.  Hugh  C   Henderson 

ROLPH-BATES  On  September  IQ.  Miss  Mary  Bates 
daughter  ol  Mr.  and  Mrs  Frank  D.  Bates  to  Mr.  Tom 
Rolph 

BOSWORTH-SMITH.  On  September  22.  Miss  Libby 
Moffit  Smith,  daughter  of  Mr,  John  Francis  Smith,  to 
Mr.  Carl  Bosworth,  sonofMr  and  Mrs.  CharlesJ.  Bos- 
worth. 

ENGAGEMENTS 

Miss  Katherine  Wigmore.  daughter  of  Mrs.  John 
Wigmore  of  Los  Angeles  and  the  late  Mr  Wigmore.  and 
Atherton  Eyre,  son  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Edward  Liliburn 
Eyre  of  San  Francisco  and  Menlo  Park. 

MissJessieKnowles.  daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs.  Henry 
J.  Knowles  of  Piedmont  and  Mr.  Francis  Connell,  of 
Piedmont  and  Philadelphia. 

Miss  Dursley  Baldwin,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Orville  Raymond  Baldwin  of  Berkeley,  and  Mr.  Carlos 
Boshell  of  Bogota.  Colombia 

Miss  Helen  Louise  Langley,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Charles  F.  Langley,  to  Mr.  Murphy  Cobb,  son  of  Mr 
and  Mrs   James  F.  Cobb. 

VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Mrs  Cyril  McNear  visited  her  parents.  Mr  and  Mrs- 
Ernest  Folger,  during  the  past  month  at  Del  Monte  Mr 
and  Mrs   McNear  now  make  their  home  in  New  York 

Miss  Elizabeth  Moore  entertained  at  luncheon  for 
Mrs  Raymond  Phelps,  the  former  Miss  Katherine 
Bentley.  who  now  lives  in  Vancouver. 

Mr,  and  Mrs,  Chilion  Heward  of  Montreal  were  house 
guests  of  Mrs.  Heward's  mother,  Mrs.  James  Potter 
Langhorne.  at  the  latter 's  home  on  Pacific  Avenue. 

Mrs,  William  J.  Younger  of  Paris  is  visiting  in  San 
Francisco  and  is  a  guest  at  the  Hotel  Fairmont 

Comte  and  Comtesse  Andre  de  Limur  who  have  been 
living  in  London  for  two  years,  were  visitors  in  Burlin- 
game  at  the  home  of  Mme  de  Limur's  parents.  Mr,  and 
Mrs  William  H.  Crocker,  They  were  entertained  by  Mr 
and  Mrs  Nion  Tucker,  among  others,  during  the  past 
month 

Mrs.  Joseph  Coleman  of  Chicago  was  honor  guest  at  a 
luncheon  given  at  the  Hotel  St,  Francis  by  Mrs.  Pollock 
Graham 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  Burrall  Hoffman  of  New  York 
were  guests  of  Mr,  and  Mrs  Henry  Potter  Russell  at 
Burlingame  and  Pebble  Beach, 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Charles  Miller  of  Los  ,'\ngeles  were  en- 
tertained by  their  son-in-law  and  daughter.  Mr.  and 
Mrs   Dana  Fuller,  at  their  home  in  Burlingame, 

Mrs,  Eugene  Kelly  (Marie  Louise  Baldwin)  visited 
San  Francisco  for  the  first  time  since  her  marriage  five 
years  ago  Mrs,  Kelly's  home  is  in  New  York  and  the 
south  of  France. 

Mr,  and  Mrs,  Benjamin  Sprague  and  Miss  Evelyn 
Sprague  of  Savannah.  Georgia,  were  honored  by  an  in- 
formal tea  given  for  them  by  Mrs.  William  Hinckley 
Taylor.  They  also  spent  some  time  with  Mr,  and  Mrs. 
Robert  Oxnard  at  their  camp  on  the  Feather  River. 

Mrs.  Robert  J.  Dunham  of  Chicago  was  the  house 
guest  of  her  sister,  Mrs  Harry  Horsley  Scott,  for  a  fort- 
night, Mrs  Dunham  and  Mrs  Joseph  Coleman,  also  of 
Chicago,  shared  honors  at  a  dinner  given  by  Mrs.  Scott 

Honoring  Countess  Lea  Lelli  of  Rome.  Miss  Virginia 
Phillips  entertained  at  a  dinner  at  her  home  in  Clay 
Street.  Countess  Lelli  was  the  house  guest  of  Miss  Anne 
Porter,  daughter  of  Dr.  and  Mrs   Langley  Porter, 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Robert  B,  Henderson  of  Burlingame 
were  hosts  at  a  luncheon  given  in  honor  of  Mr,  and  Mrs. 
Jay  Gould  of  New  York,  guests  of  Mrs,  Irwin  Crocker. 


HERE  AND  THERE 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Jerome  f^olitzer  have  taken  possession 
of  the  Pennoycr  house  on  Green  Street  and  will  make 
it  their  future  home. 

The  Junior  League  plans  a  "'Soiree  Moderne"  as  their 
annual  big  charity  show,  to  take  place  at  the  Hotel  Fair- 
mont on  December  7. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  E  L.  Bowes  have  returned  to  town  for 
the  winter  afier  passing  several  months  in  San  Anselmo 

Mr  and  Mrs.  William  Howard  Taylor  were  hosts  to 
several  hundred  of  their  friends  at  a  large  dinner  dance 
given  in  honor  of  the  hostess'  brother  and  sister-in-law. 
Captain  and  Mrs.  Lester  M.  Kilgarif  of  Springfield, 
Illinois. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Frank  Drum  (Margaret  Power)  were 
complimented  at  a  dinner  given  by  Miss  Josephine 
(irant  at  the  Joseph  D.  Grant  home  in  Burlingame  Mr 
and  Mrs  Russel  Wilson  also  entertained  for  Mr.  and 
Mrs  Drum  who  are  temporarily  living  at  the  Burlin- 
game Country  Club 

An  affair  of  late  summer  on  the  peninsula  was  the 
luncheon  given  by  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Warren  Spieker  at  their 
Menlo  Park  home. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Athol  McBean  were  hosts  at  a  hunt 
breakfast  at  their  Woodside  home  Guests  were  chiefly 
members  of  the  Woodside  Trail  Club,  the  Hillsborough 
Frail  Club  and  the  young  people  of  the  Menlo  Park 
Circus  Club. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Arthur  Stevenson  (Phyllis  Fay)  have 
returned  from  their  honeymoon  abroad  and  are  for  the 
time  living  at  the  home  of  Mr.  and  Mrs   Philip  Fay, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Augustus  Taylor  and  Miss  Evelyn 
Taylor  have  returned  from  Canada  and  Miss  Taylor's 
debut  date  is  set  for  September  29. 

^  A  large  no-host  dinner  at  the  Marin  Golf  and  Country 
Club  celebrated  the  dedication  of  the  Babcock  tree. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Michel  Weill  have  returned  to  San 
Irancisco  from  Paris  where  they  have  been  occupying 
an  apartment  since  early  spring. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  .Albert  J  Dibblee  will  present  their 
daughters.  Miss  Peggy  and  Miss  Polly  Dibblee,  at  a 
dance  to  be  given  at  the  Fairmont  on  November  3. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Joseph  A.  Donohoe  Jr.  and  their  chil- 
dren will  reopen  their  San  Francisco  home  on  October  I . 
They  have  been  passing  the  summer  with  Mr.  Joseph  A. 
Donohoe  at  Menlo  Park. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  William  Henry  Pool  have  closed  their 
Menlo  Park  home  and  have  returned  to  Warrenton,  Vi  r- 
ginia.  They  will  pass  the  winter  abroad. 

Miss  Eleanor  Weir,  the  fiancee  of  Heber  Tilden,  is 
being  honored  at  a  round  of  affairs.  Among  her  hostesses 
have  been  Miss  Katherine  Deahl,  Mrs  Merrill  Mors- 
head  and  Mr,  and  Mrs,  Edward  de  Laveaga, 

Miss  Lupita  Borel  has  returned  to  San  Mateo  from 
Lake  Tahoe  where  she  enjoyed  a  vacation  during  Sep- 
tember. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Redington  and  their  daughters. 
Miss  Mary  and  Miss  Margaret  Redington,  have  re- 
turned to  San  Mateo  from  Santa  Barbara. 

The  annual  Grape  Festival  at  the  Kent  estate  in 
Kentfield.  Marin  County,  will  take  place  October  6.  The 
affair  is  given  annually  for  the  benefit  of  the  Presby- 
terian Orphanage  and  Farm  at  San  Anselmo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Theodore  Carter  Achilles  have  sailed 
for  Japan  where  they  will  live  for  the  next  year. 

SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Mr,  and  Mrs  Samuel  Knight,  who  passed  several 
\\  ceks  in  Santa  Barbara,  were  hosts  at  a  dinner  given  at 
the  Biltmore  in  honor  of  Mr  and  Mrs.  Adoiph  Miller  of 
Washington,  D.  C. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Orville  Pratt  and  their  two  sons,  en- 
joyed a  holiday  at  Miramar  recently. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Dixwell  Hewitt  were  guests  at  El  Mira- 
sol  in  Santa  Barbara  recently- 


Thc  visitof  I  \.  M.S  Durban  precipitated  much  enter- 
taining in  Del  Monte  and  Santa  Barbara  At  the  former 
resort  Mr  and  Mrs.  S.  [■'  li,  Morse  entertained  at  a 
dinner  party  and  also  at  a  barbecue  in  honor  of  Prince 
George  of  England 

Mrs.  Ddultr^n  Mann  visited  for  a  few  days  in  Los 
Angeles 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Frederick  Johnwjn  (Pauline  Wheeler) 
were  visitors  at  Montecito  during  the  month  of  Septem- 
ber, 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Frank  King  of  Menlo  Park  were  guests 
at  the  Sam  a  Barbara  Biltmore  for  three  weeks 

Mrs.  William  M  Klink  and  Miss  Betty  Klink  spent 
two  months  at  1  lotel  del  C>>ronado. 

Mrs,  Virginia  Maddox  and  her  sfjn,  Mr  Knox  Mad- 
dox.  occupied  one  of  the  bungalows  at  El  Mirasol  in 
Santa  Barbara  for  a  few  weeks. 

Mrs.  George  N.  Armsby  and  her  son,  Mr.  Newell 
Armsby,  recently  visited  Mr.  Raymond  Armsby  at 
Santa  Monica 

While  visiting  Mr,  and  Mrs,  George  Washington 
Smith  at  their  Montecito  home,  Mrs  Irwin  Crocker  was 
guest  of  honor  at  a  luncheon  given  by  Mrs,  Edward  Cun- 
ningham at  the  Little  Town  Club  in  Santa  Barbara. 
Miss  Cecily  Casserly  was  among  the  guests. 

Mrs.  Amasa  Spring  sojourned  in  Beverly  I  U\h  for  a 
fortnight  during  September. 

Miss  Emily  Carolan  was  a  guest  at  San  Ysidro  Rancho 
in  Montecito  for  several  weeks  She  has  returned  to  her 
apartments  at  the  Fairmont 

SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  NEW  YORK 

Miss  Helen  Wills  and  other  California  tennis  stars 
were  the  chief  attraction  at  a  tournament  held  early  in 
September  at  Forest  Hills 

Mrs.  Oscar  Cooper  and  Miss  Jane  Cooper  were  at 
Newport  for  the  ball  given  by  Mrs,  Vanderbilt  at  The 
Breakers  Mrs  George  Boiling  Lee.  Princess  Miguel  de 
Braganza  and  Mrs  James  B  Haggin  were  among  thoe.s 
present  who  are  well  known  in  San  Francisco. 

Mrs  John  S,  Drum  and  Mr  John  Drum  Jr  were  at 
the  Ritz  Carlton  in  New  York  and  also  visited  in  New- 
pf.irt. 

Mrs-  Mountford  S.  Wilson  spent  some  time  in  New- 
York  on  her  return  from  Europe  and  before  journeying 
on  to  California 

Mrs  Ferdinand  Thieriot  is  arriving  in  the  East  next 
month.  Mrs  Joseph  Oliver  Tobin  will  travel  from  France 
with  Mrs  Thieriot  Mrs.  Thieriot  does  not  plan  to  come 
to  California  this  winter. 

Miss  Vere  de  Vere  Adams  and  Miss  Ernestine  Adams 
are  in  New  York,  having  passed  the  summer  abroad. 
They  plan  to  pass  the  winter  East. 

Miss  Cornelia  Armsby  has  returned  to  her  apartment 
at  the  Savoy-Plaza, 

Mrs.  Clement  Tobin  and  Miss  Aileen  Tobin  will 
return  to  New  ^'ork  next  month,  having  passed  the  sum- 
mer with  Mrs   Eugene  de  Sabla  in  France. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Cliff  Weatherwax  went  East  for  the 
polo  matches  at  Meadowbrook.  They  stayed  at  the  Ritz 
Carlton  in  New  ^'ork. 

Mrs.  William  Bourn,  who  is  in  the  East,  has  been 
dividing  her  time  between  the  Ritz-Carlton  and  New- 
port. 

Mrs.  Tobin  Clark  and  her  son,  Mr,  Paul  Clark,  will 
pass  the  winter  at  the  Ritz  Tower  in  New  York. 

Dr,  and  Mrs  Henry  Kiersted  are  in  New  York  and 
Washmgton  for  several  weeks. 

Mrs,  F.  W.  Leis  and  her  daughter.  Miss  Helen  Stine. 
are  in  the  East,  They  made  their  home  at  the  Plaza 
Miss  Stine  is  attending  Smith  College. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Charles  Crocker  were  honor  guests  at  a 
dinner  given  in  New  York  recently  by  Mrs.  J.  Winslow 
Bixby  at  the  St.  Regis. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Roy  Bishop  have  been  sojourning  at 
Alexandria  Bay.  Thousand  Islands,  the  guests  of  Mrs 
Bishop's  mother.  Mrs.  Thomas  Wheeler,  of  New  York. 

SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Mr.  and  William  P.  Roth  will  spend  the  next  three 
months  in  Europe. 

Mrs.  Gustav  Ziel  and  her  daughter.  Mrs.  Ziel  Rath- 
bun  are  in  the  Continent  and  do  not  plan  to  return  to 
San  Rafael  until  some  time  in  November. 

Mrs  George  Page  and  Miss  Margaret  Foster  of  San 
Rafael  will  return  from  Europe  next  month.  They  made 
the  trip  abroad  with  Mrs.  George  W,  Starrof  Grass  Val!e>' 

Mrs.  Walter  Filer  is  on  her  way  East,  en  route  to 
Europe  where  she  will  later  join  Mrs  John- Drum 

Mr  and  Mrs  Frank  Deering  and  Miss  Francesca 
Deering  and  Miss  Barbara  Ballou.  who  have  been  in 
Europe  for  se\eral  months,  were  recently  guests  of  M 
and  Mme,  Ignace  Paderewski  at  their  villa  in  Switzer- 
land. 

Mrs.  Ruth  Fisher  and  her  young  daughter  are  at  the 
Lido  and  will  shortly  proceed  to  Paris.  Their  return  to 
California  is  indefinite. 

Mrs  Samuel  von  Ronkel  and  her  daughter.  Miss  Bar- 
bara von  Ronkel.  are  at  present  in  Paris  They  have 
been  abroad  ^ince  last  January  and  plan  to  spend  Octo- 
ber in  England,  The  remainder  of  the  winter  will  be 
spent  in  Rome 

Miss  Marianne  and  Miss  Cecily  Casserly  plan  to 
spend  the  winter  abroad, 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Eugene  de  Sabla  were  at  Dinard  at  last 
accounts. 


26 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Tin  Types 

Stephen  C.  Massccc,  San  Francisco's  First  Impresario 


WITH  the  late  comingand  goins 
ot  The  C^perj,  there  has  heeri 
olHciallv  usliercd  in  San  Fran- 
cisco's usual  tall  and  winter  musical 
season — an  augustly  weighty  business  to 
the  city's  music  patrons,  who  move 
through  these  seasons  as  they  come  and 
go  in  a  manner  that  blends 
solemnity  and  critical  percep- 
tion with  nonchalance  and  de- 
tached sophistication  accord- 
ing to  a  predetermined,  rigid 
code.  To  display  any  other 
attitude  is  noticeably  bad  so- 
cial and  artistic  taste,  and  the 
one  who  does  so  marks  him- 
self as  an  uninitiate,  who 
manifestly  has  not  become 
acutely  sensitive  to  a  city  with 
an  air  ot  being  horn  to  such 
things,  and,  which  by  reason 
of  this  fact,  thinks  very  well  of 
itself. 

Which  spectacle  leads  us  to 
wonder,  has  it  always  been 
thus  and  how  did  this  state 
of  affairs  come  about?  As  a 
tradition  and  in  point  of  time, 
San  Francisco's  devotion  tti 
things  musical  dates  back  to 
the  very  beginnings  of  the 
community.  We  find  upon 
searching  through  old  annals 
that  the  first  musical  concert 
held  in  the  city  after  California 
had  become  an  American  pos- 
session was  on  the  evening  of 
June  z±,  1S49  We  reproduce 
herewith  the  program  of  that 
evening's  entertainment.  It 
speaks,  we  believe,  more  or  less 
eloquently  and  not  unworthily 
for  itself. 

At  the  time  this  momentous 
event  was  announced  the  gold 
rush  was  well  under  way 
The  admission  of  California 
to  the  Union  as  a  state  was  a 
pending  and  vigorously  agi- 
tated issue  As  to  San  Fran- 
cisco— it  had  sprung  overnight 
from  nothingtoapopulationot 
some  20,000  to  30,000  souls 
It  was  racked  hectically,  tragically,  dra- 
matically by  chaos  and  birth  Properly 
speaking,  it  could  not  be  called  a  city 
It  was  a  busy,  seething,  noisy  phenome- 
non, born  of  the  crazed  lust  of  the  races 
of  all  the  earth  for  gold;  born  of  Europe 
and  America;  of  the  Orient  and  C^cci- 
dent  It  was  old  while  it  was  yet  youth- 
ful. It  lived  violently  by  the  sheerest 
materialism.  By  the  same  token,  and 
paradoxically,  it  craved  "culture,  "  and 


By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

the    announcement    of   a    concert    was 
hailed  with  rejoicing 

Getting  back  to  the  particulars  of  this 
first    musical    event,    one    Stephen    C 
Massett  appears  as  the  pronotor,   the 
composer  of  the  program's  main  offer- 
ings, and  the  show's  sole  actor  and  lead- 


spirit  Harrison  loaned  the  instrument  for 
the  concert  The  Custom  Fiouse  where 
it  was  stored  was  also  on  the  Square, 
directly  opposite  the  concert  hall.  The 
charge  tor  transporting  the  piano  across 
the  Square  was  $16.00. 


ON   MONDAY  EVENING   NEXT 

A  CONCERT 

will  be  given  at  th;  Courthouse,  Portsmouth  Square 
h-\  Mr.  Stephen  C.  Massett 

Composer  of  When  the  Moon  on  the  Lake  Is  Beaming 
ond  other  popular  ballads 

PROGRAMME 

PART  I 

1 — Song,  "When  the  Moon  on  the  Lake,"  words  and  music 
by  S.  C.  Massett. 

2 — I{ccitation,  Mr.  Massett:  "The  Frenchman,  The  Ex- 
quisite and  the  Yankee,"  in  Richard  III. 

3 — Song,  Mr.  Massett:  "My  Boyhood's  Home,"  from  the 
Opera  Amilie. 

4 — Song,  "When  a  Child  1  Roamed,"  words  and  music  hy 
S.  C.  Massett. 

3 — An  imitation  of  an  elderly  lady  and  German  girl  who 
applied  for  the  situation  of  soprano  and  alto  singer  in 
one  ot  the  churches  of  Massachusetts,  S.  C.  Massett. 

PART  II 

1 — Song,  Mr.  Ma.ssett:  "When  Time  Bereft  The,"  from 

Gustavus  111. 
2 — Mr.   Massett,   "Loss  of  the  Steamship  President, 

Espes  Sargent. 
3 — Mr.    Massett,    "I'm  Sitting  on   the  Stile,    Mary, 

W.  R.  Dempster. 
4 — An  Imitationof  aNcwYork  Razor  Strap  Man .  JohnSmith. 
5 — Ballad,  "She  Wore  a  Wreath  of  Roses  (Mr.  Massett). 

J.  P.  Knight. 
6 — Ballad,    "List    While    1    Sing,  "    composed    hy    Stephen 

Massett. 
7 — Yankee  Imitation,  "Deacon  Jones  and Seth  Slope,"  S.  C. 

Massett. 
8 — To  conclude  with  the  Celebrated 

YANKEE  TOWN  MEETING 
111  which  Mr.  Massett  will  give  imitation  of  seven  different 
persons,  who  had  assembled  for  the  purpose  of  suppressing 
the  press. 

Tickets  $\  oo  each  to  be  had  at  Dr  Robinson's,  Chemist  and  Druggist, 

on  the  Plaza:  at  the  Parker  House  of  Mr  Massett:  at  the  office  ofCol. 

D  J    Stephenson  and  at  the  door  on  the  night  of  the  performance 

N  B   Front  seats  reserved  for  ladies 


hy 
by 


A. 


The 


program  of  the  first  musical  concert  held  in  San  Francisco 
California  had  become  an  American  property. 

ing  man  An  incredibly  versatile  person 
was  this  N4assett,  as  shall  presently  be 
revealed  in  greater  detail.  The  concert 
was  held  in  a  building  on  the  southwest 
corner  of  Portsmouth  Square,  which 
seems  to  have  served  variously  as  a 
court  house,  school  house  and  general 
public  meeting  place  E  Fiarrison,  Col- 
lector ot  the  Port,  at  the  time,  owned 
the  one  and  only  piano  in  the  entire 
countryside.  With  commendable  public 


s  noted  on  the  program, 
tickets  to  the  event  were 
$3  oo  each  From  all  accounts 
extant  the  public  tought  tor 
them  and  the  improvised  con- 
cert hall  was  packed  to  the 
doors.  Massett  netted  over 
$500  oo  from  the  affair.  At 
the  bottom  of  the  program 
there  appears  a  special  and 
emphatic  notice  to  the  effect 
that,  tront  seats  were  reserved 
tor  ladies  Four  ladies  were 
present  at  this  event  of  such 
profound  significance  in  the 
musical  history  of  San  Fran- 
cisco 

Diligent  searching  fails  to 
bring  to  light  any  manuscripts 
of  the  several  feature  ballads 
on  the  program  as  composed 
and  rendered  by  Massett. 
Their  titles,  however,  would 
indicate  that  they  tell  into  a 
classification  somewhere  be- 
tween Carrie  Jacobs  Bond's 
The  End  of  a  Perfect  Day  and 
the  popular  ditties  ot  the  pro- 
lific Mr  Irving  Berlin  Such 
pleasantly  woozy  jags  of  sen- 
timentality as  they  must  have 
produced  in  the  audience  were 
offset  and  balanced  by  several 
humorous  numbers  —the  con- 
versation between  an  elderly 
Massachusetts  lady  and  a  Ger- 
man girl  seeking  a  choir  posi- 
tion. Deacon  Jones  and  Seth 
Slope,  A  Yankee  Town  Meet- 
ing Called  To  Suppress  The 
Press.  Plainly,  the  sly  and  per- 
chance ribald  baiting  of  the 
New  Englander  for  his  obsti- 
nate literal  mindedness,  his 
fanaticism  for  good  works  and 
uplift,  his  lack  of  pleasant, 
small  sins  was  a  favorite  sport  of  the  in- 
telligentsia even  in  those  remote  days. 

In  adjusting  the  program  to  the  prob- 
able temperament  and  capacity  ot  his 
audience,  Massett  is  revealed  as  the  per- 
fect showman,  a  fact  supported  by  every 
incident  in  his  glamorous  career.  His 
abilities  as  a  composer,  singer  and  elo- 
cutionist were  supplemented  by  those  of 
an  author  and  poet.  Fiis  output  in  these 

Continued  on  page  3^ 


ifter 


OCTOBER,   1928 


27 


Foreign  Bonds  vs.  Common  Stocks 

Discussing  New  Phases  of  Present  Financial  Problems 


MANY  issues,  totalling  millions  of 
dollars  ot  foreign  bonds  have 
been  placed  in  the  hands  of 
conservative  investors  within  recent 
years.  The  high  yields  are  undoubtedly 
the  magnet  which  has  assisted  Invest- 
ment Bankers  in  disposing  of  their  huge 
commitments  During  the  same  period 
another  large  body  of  investors  has  se- 
lected common  stocks  as  its  means  ot 
realizing  a  satisfactory  return  on  the  in- 
vested capital  Serious  economic  factors 
have  to  be  considered,  in  the  justifica- 
tion of  either  group,  not  the  least  of 
which  is  the  effect  and  result  of  the 
Dawes  plan. 

Mr.  George  P.  Auld,  former  Account- 
ant General  of  the  Reparation  Commis- 
sion, in  his  address  to  the  National  For- 
eign Trade  Conference,  at  Houston  last 
April,  contributed  an  able  defence  of  the 
Dawes  plan,  which  has  enjoyed  nearly 
four  years  of  successful  operation. 

However,  there  seems  to  be  a  growing 
doubt  among  economists  in  England 
and  the  United  States  as  to  whether 
or  not  it  is  going  to  continue  to  function 
when  the  period  of  large  instalment  pay- 
ments arrive  this  fall.  In  fact,  even 
France  is  not  without  worry  lest  the 
Transfer  Committee  adopt  the  proposal 
that  Germany's  obligation  be  fixed  at  a 
figure  considerably  lower  than  the  esti- 
mated value  of  the  present  annuities.  A 
serious  stumbling  block  then,  would 
immediately  appear  in  the  path  of  the 

debts  owed  by  the  allies  to  this  country. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

BUT  to  quote  Mr.  Auld ;  "The  Dawes 
plan  is  morally  well  grounded;  and 
it  was  an  advantageous  settlement  for 
all  concerned.  At  bottom,  therefore,  it  is 
sound  and  vigorous.  We  are  told  how- 
ever, by  a  school  of  English  economists, 
that  the  plan  is  impractical.   It  works 
but  the  Keynes  school  tells  us  that  it 
cannot    continue    to    work    when    the 
period  of  maximum  payments  arrives 
this  fall.  It  is  a  fair  and  advantageous 
arrangement,   drawn   up,    accepted   and 
supported  by  reasonable  and  intelligent 
men.  But  the   economists   tell   us  that 
there  is  an  economic  law  with  which  a 
settlement  of  such  character  is  in  con- 
flict,  and  which  will  compel  the  plan 
to  give  up  the  ghost.  They  tell  us  of  a 
new  economic  something  recently  come 
into  the  laws  of  international  exchange, 
.  called  the  transfer  problem,  which  pre- 
I  vents  a  willing  and  solvent  debtor  from 
■  paying  or  a  willing  and  needy  creditor 
from  receiving,  without  harm  to  him- 
i  self,    the   installments   on   any   interna- 
'■  tional  debt  as  large  as  the  reparation  debt. 


By  LELAND  S.  ROSS 

"The  Dawes  plan  functions  in  a  very 
real  and  definite  sense  as  a  part  of  the 
world  credit  system.  Its  operation  today 
depends  upon  the  American  investor.  It 
is  the  dollar  exchange  being  made  avail- 
able to  Germany  through  American  loans 
which  furnishes  the  means  of  transferring 
the  payments  out  of  Germany  This  pro- 
cess at  the  present  stage  of  the  recon- 
struction of  Europe  is  a  wholly  natural 
and  healthy  one  for  all  concerned,  and  in 
normal  conditions  seems  due  to  continue 
for  a  long  time  to  come.  But  the  Keynes 
school  is  determined  that  the  American 
investor  shall  believe  it  to  be  a  danger- 
ous and  unnatural  process.  If  the  in- 
vestor should  take  these  ideas  seriously 
and  stop  loaning  our  surplus  capital  to 
Europe,  the  result  undoubtedly  would 
be  a  political  and  commercial  crisis  of 
considerable  proportions,  affecting  this 
country,  as  well  as  Europe.  The  dis- 
coverers of  the  transfer  problem  are 
playing  with  forces  of  a  highly  explosive 
nature,  both  economic  and  political,  and 
their  ideas  ought  to  be  clearly  recognized 
and  tagged  for  what  they  are,  a  body  of 
doctrinaire  theory  possessing  no  solid 
foundation." 

T       ▼       T 

A  SIMPLE  explanation  of  this  agitat- 
ing transfer  problem  follows.  The 
United  States  is  now  the  creditor  nation 
of  the  world.  Many  foreign  countries 
are  deeply  in  our  debt,  and  oddly  enough 
we  are  holding  them  in  virtual  subjec- 
tion by  allowing  them  no  means  of 
paying  that  debt.  Unless  some  means  of 
redemption  can  be  found  these  nations 
are  doomed  to  pay  us  perpetual  tribute 
This  is  a  situation  they  do  not  contem- 
plate enduring  indefinitely. 

There  are  four  ways  in  which  a  coun- 
try can  be  relieved  of  debt.  First,  the 
debt  can  be  forgiven.  To  some  slight 
extent  we  have  forgiven  the  debts  of 
foreign  countries  but  there  appears  to  be 
little  liklihood  of  further  action  along 
these  lines  at  present.  Secondly,  debts 
can  be  repudiated.  This  method  has  been 
used  in  the  past,  and  effectively,  al- 
though it  is  not  regarded  as  a  highly 
honorable  practice.  We  should  prepare, 
however,  to  see  it  used  in  the  future. 
Thirdly,  a  nation  can  pay  its  debts  in 
trade;  and  finally,  it  can  pay  in  money. 

To  pay  us  in  goods,  the  debtor  nation 
must  get  by  our  tariff  wall,  which  we 
steadfastly  refuse  to  lower.  To  secure 
money  with  which  to  pay  us  the  na- 
tions must  sell  goods,  if  not  here,  then 
in  foreign  countries.  This  means  stiff 
competition  for  us  abroad,  curtailment 
of   foreign    trade    and    then    cut-throat 


competition  at  home  No  matter  how 
we  are  paid  we  arc  going  to  be  hurt  in 
accepting  payment.  A  veritable  flood  is 
being  dammed  up,  which,  sometime, 
somewhere,  will  break  loose  and  cause 
damage.  Shall  we  wait  until  the  levees 
break  or  shall  we  do  a  little  judicious 
dynamiting  and  control  the  water  as 
best  we  can?  Of  places  where  dynamite 
might  be  helpful,  may  we  suggest  just 
one,  to  wit,  a  moderate  and  gradual 
reduction  of  our  tariff. 

Then  comes  the  gold  or  money  prob- 
lem, providing  of  course  that  by  some 
other  means  these  debtor  countries  do 
procure  the  credit  to  pay  us  in  gold.  The 
table  (page  42)  of  gold  holdings  of  the 
leading  nations  of  the  world  throws 
some  light  on  this  subject  and  demon- 
strates practically  the  economists'  theory 
that  whenever  any  country's  supply  of 
gold  has  a  rapid  and  unusual  increase, 
the  value  of  exchange  depreciates  ac- 
cordingly with  the  over-supply  as  with 
any  other  commodity.  The  purchasing 
value  of  the  dollar  has  accordingly  de- 
preciated in  very  accurate  proportion  to 
our  increase  in  gold  from  1913.  Our  gold 
supply  has  a  little  more  than  doubled  and 
according  to  Professor  Fisher's  commod- 
ity index  the  cost  of  necessities  has  just 
about  doubled  during  this  period.  If  the 
Dawes  plan  continues  in  its  uninter- 
rupted way  we  will  surely  have  more 
gold  and  further  depreciation  of  dollar 
buying  power.  If  it  should  fail  then  the 
redemption  value  of  foreign  bonds 
would  be  threatened. 

Investments  in  foreign  or  domestic 
bonds  or  other  dollar  obligations  are 
inflexible  to  the  economic  laws  of  the 
varying  value  of  currency.  Insurance 
companies,  trustees  of  large  endowment 
funds  and  bankers  it  seems  arc  just 
beginning  to  realize  this. 

▼       T       T 

THERE  seems  but  one  solution  to  the 
problem.  Individuals'  dollars  must 
be  made  to  earn  a  larger  return  than 
just  their  rental  value.  Borrowers  rent 
dollars  because  they  can  earn  a  profit 
over  and  above  their  rental  cost.  In- 
vestors then  must  interest  themselves  on 
the  side  of  the  borrower  and  share  in  his 
greater  profits. 

In  this  country  the  common  stocks  of 
well  managed  fundamental  industries 
offer  the  investor  the  easiest  means  of 
participating  in  the  earnings.  The  policy 
which  he  should  follow,  therefore,  is  to 
acquire  these  stocks  over  a  period  of 
time,  purchasing  individual  issues  when- 
ever they  reach  prices  that  seem  attrac- 

ConLinued  on  page  42 


28 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


^^   RTIPHAEL  WEILL  8  COMPANY/ a      , 

\NovVliCanB^TW:,.V;3 


WITH  October  birly  brimming 
o\cr  at  chc  edges  with  hostess- 
wise  plans  for  Fall  and  Winter  enter- 
taining it  means  a  great  deal  to  know 
of  the  services  maintained  by  The 
White  House  for  its  clientele  in  at  least 
three  \erv  useful  departments 


HAPPY  is  the  home-entertainer  who 
has  discovered  the  Party  Favor 
Shop  on  the  Fourth  floor  of  The  White 
House.  What  a  boon  to  be  able  to  tap 
this  rich  source  of  party  inspirations 
and  to  have  that  blessed  feeling  from  the 
very  first  that  your  party  is  an  assured 
success  whether  it  be  a  bridge  luncheon, 


formal  tea,  costume  ball  or  birthday 
celebration  for  an  excited  tour  year  old 
.  .  to  have  your  own  original  ideas  car- 
ried out  with  every  detail  perfect  .  .  or 
when  you  find  your  mind  an  utter  blank 
on  the  eve  of  an  important  event  and 
wish  you  could  live  in  some  uninhab- 
ited country  where  parties  were  unheard 
of,  to  be  able  to  hand  the  whole  hope- 
less business  over  to  a  talented  group 
of  young  women  and  suddenly  find 
yourself  possessed  of  the  cleverest  favors, 
the  most  individual  ideas  for  prizes,  the 
most  stunning  table  decorations,  and 
yourself  proclaimed  as  the  most  inter- 
esting hostess  of  the  season  !  All  without 
a  bit  of  effort  on  your  part. 


IT  is  no  wonder  that  the  Party  Shop  is 
kept  busy  every  minute  of  the  time 
creating  a  fairy-tale  world  in  crepe- 
paper.  A  whimsical  setting  of  wizened- 
faced  gnomes,  brownies  and  elfin  folk 
springs  to  life  almost  over  night  for  a 
child's  party  under  the  deft  fingers  of 
these  crepe-paper  artists.  Real  Hans 
Christian  Anderson  fairies  with  gauzy, 
wings  poise  for  flight  on  each  place  card 
with  a  pastel  posey  bed  lovely  as  a  mid- 
summer night  dream  for  center  piece.  A 


recent  character  party  setting  carried  out 
in  the  days  of  '49  presented  a  colorful 
picture  with  tiny,  whiskered  miners 
searching  for  gold  in  a  crystal  mirror 
stream  that  ran  the  length  of  the  table 
Amusing  costumes  were  created  for  the 
guests  to  bring  them  into  harmony  with 
their  picturesque  background. 

THE  home  service  organization  con- 
nected with  the  rug  and  drapery 
departments  can  do  much  toward  mak- 
ing your  home  an  abiding  place  of  per- 
manent charm  and  livable  beauty,  inter- 
preted in  restrained  modern  manner  or 
in  classic  period  styles  .  .  Your  own  ideas 
are  carried  out  to  the  letter  by  a  skilled 
group  of  artist  craftsmen.  Or  compe- 
tent advisors  in  interior  decoration  will 
submit  original  plans  without  charge. 
A  specific  list  of  some  of  the  servicing 
includes  custom  draperies  and  bedspreads 
made  and  hung,  furniture  re-upholstered 
and  re-conditioned,  new  furniture  made 
to  order,  screens  made  and  covered.  Ori- 
ental rugs  repaired  and  cleaned. 


ON  the  fourth  floor  of  the  Post  Street 
building  where  needlecraft  of  all 
kinds  is  taught  daily,  three  expert  dem- 
onstrators are  at  your  disposal.  One  who 
teaches  hooked  rug  making  in  modern 
adaptations  of  that  charming  Colonial 
art,  in  Oriental,  modernistic,  nursery 
and  bathroom  iTiotifs  .  .  one  who  knows 
all  the  embroidery  arts,  also  knitting, 
crocheting,  needlepoint  and  the  fascinat- 
ing art  of  handweaving  .  .  one  who 
assists  those  whose  interest  lies  in  home 
decoration,  the  making  of  lamp  shades, 
pillows  and  all  the  objects  that  go  into 
the  making  of  the  home  beautiful. 

A  HELPFUL  spirit  of  personal  interest 
and  trained  service  pervades  every 
one  of  the  ninety-eight  departments  that 
make  up  this  great,  modern  institution 
at  Sutter,  Grant  and  Post  Streets. 


ADVERTISEMENT 


The  City  That  Knows  How 

Continued  from  page  lb 

are  from  San  Francisco,  THE  CITY 
THAT  KNOWS  HOW. 

The  Crowd  :  (repeating  in  mighty  chor- 
us). SAN  FRANCISCO,  THE  CITY 

THAT  KNOWS  HOW! 

God  (covers  his  ears  until  he  sees  their 
lips  arc  still).  KNOWS  HOW  .  . 
HOW  WHAT? 

The  Crowd.  KNOWS  HOW.  That's 
all  there  is,  KNOWS  HOW.  (They 
show  their  annoyance  at  not  being 
understood) 

God  ;  Just  a  moment,  my  children,  have 
patience. 

The  Crowd;  (among  themselves).  Is  it 
possible  that  HE  questions  our  right 
to  enter  here? 

(St    Peter  and  Qod  draiv  a  little  apart.) 

St  Peter  ;  What  sayest  thou,  my  Fa- 
ther, shall  I  deny  them  admittance? 

God  ;  Oh  no. 

St  Peter;  Then  shall  I  go  bid  them 
enter?  (he  viakes  a  start,  Qod  plucks 
at  his  sleeve.) 

God;  My  Peter,  think  you  it  is  wise  to 
let  them  enter  here  when  they 
KNOW  HOW? 

St.  Peter;  (shakes  his  head).  Then  1 
shall  send  them  down  to — 

God;  (smiling  fondly)  Foolish  Peter. 
Would  it  be  wisdom  to  send  them 
there  and  let  my  rival  learn  some- 
thing that  WE  perhaps  should  know? 

St.  Peter;  But  Father,  you  know  all. 
You  are  omnipotent,  omniscient, 
omnipresent. 

God;  (shaking  his  head  thoughtfully) .  It 
seems,  my  Peter,  that  I  am  not.  Bur 
come  with  me,  1  have  an  idea.  (They 
go  again  to  the  Qate.  Qod  raises  his 
hands  and  calls).  My  children,  my 
children  from  San  Francisco,  THE 
CITY  THAT  KNOWS  HOW, 
attend  to  me  while  I  speak. 

The  Crowd;  (gather  close  to  listen.) 

God  ;  Ye  are  possessed  of  great  wisdom, 
great  knowledge  has  been  given  to 
thee;  ye  have  lived  in  a  certain  atmos-' 
phere  of  thine  own  creating;  tell  mft, 
my  children,  fear  ye  not  that  Heaven 
will  prove  somewhat  disappointing 
after  that? 

The  Crowd  ;  (puzzled  not  knowing 
whether  He  is  serious  or  jesting  at 
their  expense).  You  deny  us  the  right 
to  enter  here?  You  mean  to  send  us 
to — 

God;  (holding  up  his  hand).  No,  my 
beloved  children.  I  but  had  a  thought 
and  it  was  this ;  perhaps  ye  would 
prefer  a  heaven  of  thine  own.  There 
is  a  space,  near  here,  unoccupied  as 
yet,  where  ye  could  be  together  and 
alone;  would  this  please  thee? 

The  Crowd  ;  (delighted) .  Oh  Father  we 
thank  thee  for  thy  Divine  under- 
standing of  our  needs. 

God  ;  (smiles  to  himself.  Beckons  several 


OCTOBER,  1928 


29 


¥ 


dngds,  gives  them  xt'/iispcrcci  instruc- 
tions,   after   ivhich    the   angels   come 
through  the  Qate  and  motion  to  the 
croiva  to  jolloiv  them.  They  do  so  all 
chanting  the   refrain,    SAN    FRAN- 
CISCO,   THE   CITY   THAT 
KNOWS  HOW. 
(After  a  pause  Qod  turns  to  St.  Peter): 
Think  you  no:  my  Peter,  it  were  wise 
to  keep  them  where  we  may  watch 
over  them. 
St   Peter  :  And  so  learn  what  it  is — 
God  ;     (interrupting,     patting     Peter's 
shoulder  fondly).  How  well  you  di- 
vine my  purpose,  Peter. 
St.   Peter:  But  Father,   one  thing  still 

troubles  me. 
God  ;  And  what  is  that? 
St.    Peter  .  Possessed  of  this  secret,   is 
there  not  danger  they  may  set  up  a 
heaven  to  rival  our  own? 
God:   (smiling).    They   cannot   make   a 
heaven  better  than  this,  my  Peter  .  .  . 
but  they  will  think,  they  can,  thus  all 
are  satisfied. 
St.  Peter  :  (looking  his  overfloiving  ad- 
miration).  Oh  my  Father.  You  ARE 
omniscient,  omnipotent,  omnipresent. 
God  :  (patting  his  hand) .  Do  you  know 
Peter,  sometimes  I  think  I  am. 
The    chanting    becomes   fainter    and 
fainter  and  tuhen  at  last  there  is  silence 
Qod  arid  St.  Peter  look,  at  one  another  and 
smile;  then  Qod  returns  to  His  Throne 
and  Peter  again  takes  up  his  position 
before  the  Qate.  The  Curtain  falls . 


Art  Obsessions 

Continued  from  page  \'^ 

events,  seems  to  have  been  forgotten. 
We  have  forgotten  that  the  accomplish- 
ments of  past  art  periods  are  merely  the 
outstanding  things  pushed  to  the  top  by 
the  force  of  all  the  art  produced  at  that 
time. 

People  refuse  to  look  at  paintings  as 
paintings  or  at  etchings  as  prints  from  a 
copper  plate.  Each  must  be  "a  work  of 
art,"' soiTiething  sacred  to  the  centuries 
and  either  accepted  as  such  or  damned 
with  the  stigma  of  utter  dross. 

The  announcement  that  this  figure- 
composition  exhibition  was  designed  "to 
encourage  figure  drawingasdistinguished 
from  landscape  and  still  life"  should  have 
saved  the  event  from  the  artistic  tele- 
ologists.  But  they  refused  to  regard  the 
exhibition  as  a  collection  of  figure- 
compositions,  of  oil  paintings  of  the 
human  figure  and  of  contemporary  work 
of  Californian  artists.  And  so  they  were 
disappointed. 

And  so  will  the  San  Frandscan  public 
continue  to  be  disappointed  with  each 
and  every  exhibition  that  it  attends  ex- 
pecting to  find  "vital,  timeless  art" 
where  only  paintings,  etchings,  draw- 
ings, or  watercolors  have  been  announced. 

Continued  on  page  42 


^^^-,<3^l^^^»^^         The  Store  on  the  Square 


San  Francisco 


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TKis  model  ot  beige 
satm  IS  trimmed 
with  three  self  bows 
me  at  tbc  neckline 
two  on  tbe  tiers 
at  tbc  bip,  $39  50 


Patou  says '—' 

IBOWS  ARE  SMART 

And  our  representatives  who  have  personally  attended  recent 
Paris  openings  say:— "Bows  are  everywhere  in  evidence  .  .  in 
every  Paris  collection.  Bows  placed  low  on  the  nip,  nigh  on 
the  shoulder  . .  or  at  the  point  of  the  decollete  in  back  . .  large 
bows,  small  bows  .  .  all  are  smart.  At  the  City  ot  Paris, 
bows  are  likewise  inevitable  in  late  Autumn  it  -5  /^.  CO 
arrivals,  many  of  which  are  moderately  priced  y  y 

City  of  Paris  —  Gown  Salon  — Third  Floor 


(5«> 


30 


THE  SAN  FE^ANCISCAN 


RH/iPSODY 
in  LIGHT  I 


Political  Impulses 


DEVOTEES  of  the  Dance  find  their 
one  perfect  setting  in  the  new 
Pahn  Court  of  the  Palace  Hotel 
America's  Most  Beautiful  Din- 
ing Room. 

The  rhapsody  of  light  .  .  .  the  sym- 
phony in  decorative  color  .  .  the 
maplewood  spring  dance  floor  . 
and  the  sweetest  jazz  imaginable 
.  .  .  combine  to  create  an  atmos- 
phere nowhere  equalled. 

And  how  Gordon  Henderson  and 
his  Palm  Court  Dance  orchestra 
can  play!  Rhythm,  syncopation, 
melody,  harmony  and  special  ef- 
fects        they  excel  in  them. 

Dinner  and  Supper 
Dances 

Nightly  except  Sundays  from  7 
p  m  to  1  a.  m.  Tea  Dances,  Sat- 
urday afternoons  3.30  to  5.30 

Prices  remain  the  same  as  hereto- 
fore. Table  d'hote  dinners  ($1.75 
and  $2.25)  and  a  la  carte  dinners 
without  couvert  charge.  For  non- 
diners,  every  evening  except  Sat- 
urday a  couvert  of  50  cents 
after  9  p.  m;  Saturdays,  $1.        .^ 

Dancing  j^^- 

8  p.  m   to  1  a  m  f>p^ 

JrvL 

PALACE 

HOTEL 

SAN  FRANCISCO 

JAanagemcnt,  Hai  sey  E.  Manwaring 


TuERi;  are  many  women  who  know  a 
great  deal  of  government  and  pub- 
lic life,  for  instance,  Ida  M  Tarbell  In 
discussing  the  two  presidential  candi- 
dates, she  states  that  she  sees,  in  Governor 
Smith,  the  salvation  of  democracy  She 
concludes  her  convincing  argument  with 
these  words,  comparing  the  tendency 
and  the  trend  of  the  times,  the  issues  and 
the  candidates;  "No;  it  is  the  trend,  not 
the  candidate  alone,  by  which  the  men 
must  decide  how  to  cast  their  votes  this 
coming  Fall.  *  *  *  For  myself,  I  feel 
with  Governor  Smith,  that  democracy 
is  so  eternally  right  that  almighty  God 
is  our  strength."  The  able  daughter  of 
the  Republican  leader,  Henry  Cabot 
Lodge,  now  dead — as  a  voice  from  the 
grave — warns  the  country  against  the 
policies  and  pretensions  of  Hoover 

The  women  say;  "Isn't  Hoover  a 
good  family-man,  a  graduate  of  a  uni- 
versity, who  has  spent  all  of  his  years  in 
the  pursuit  of  his  profession  as  a  mining 
engineer,  internationally  known,  meet- 
ing many  people  in  distant  lands?"  The 
latter  appears,  to  many,  to  be  one  of  his 
troubles:  they  say  he  has  lived  too  long 
away  from  this  country;  that  he  has  been 
weaned  away  from  democracy  by  his 
environment;  that — as  Ida  Tarbell  states 
— "in  this  country  there  is  now  a  belief 
that  there  is  one  party  in  power  at  the  top 


from  page  '' 

and  the  other  party  is  in  the  mass  below  ' ' 
There  is  a  dangerous  drift  to  centrali- 
zation; the  rights  of  the  States  and  the 
individuals  are  imperilled;  the  great 
charter  of  freedom  is  losing  its  hold 
among  the  so-called  intelligentia.  "Boot- 
ed and  spurred,"  the  upper  class,  who 
affect  superiority,  must  be  put  in  the 
saddle.  This  is  a  grave  mistake.  Democ- 
racy must  rest  upon  the  broad  tounda- 
tion  of  the  rights  of  the  people  Our 
Revolutionary  sires  fought  and  bled  for 
the  principles  cherished  and  dear  to 
every  American  heart;  and  fanatical 
morons,  pretentious  parsons,  for  the 
most  part  ignorant  of  the  affairs  of  the 
world,  corrupt  bureaucrats  and  a  sub- 
sidized press — the  facile  instrument  of 
purse-proud  patrioteers — must  be  sub- 
ordinated by  the  great,  pulsing  masses  of 
the  people,  who  seem  to  yearn,  in  this 
crisis,  for  a  common  man,  like  them- 
selves, whom  they  understand  and  who 
understands  them 

The  women  must  enlist  in  this  tight 
and  vindicate  their  new-born  power. 

I,  personally,  think  that  the  election 
of  Governor  Smith  will  do  much  to  pre- 
serve and  perpetuate  our  democracy. 
While  it  many  not  eff^ect  immediate 
results,  still,  those  who  govern  us,  the 
plutocrats  and  the  press,  may  heed  the 
warning! 


The  Confess  Lady 


( ;ont  inued  t'rcmi  page  1 2 


Far  into  the  night  she  regaled  him 
with  all  that  she  knew  of  the  sinful  city, 
while  he  sat  silent  and  stupified,  watch- 
ing the  color  come  and  go  in  her  fresh 
smooth  cheeks.  When  he  finally  slunk 
down  the  aisle  to  the  smoking  car,  she 
felt  almost  sorry  that  her  denaturing  of 
the  villain  had  been  so  complete. 

It  was  indeed  a  bewildered  man  who 
stumbled  into  the  smoking  car  and 
mumbled ; 

"My   God!   My   Qod!    .    .    .    and   so 

pretty,  too." 

▼    ▼    ▼ 

MISS  Matilda  had  been  in  New 
York  for  three  days,  and  nothing 
had  happened  to  her.  Once  her  hat  blew 
off  from  the  top  of  a  Fifth  Avenue  bus; 
but  six  men  sprang  out  into  the  dangers 
of  the  traffic  to  rescue  it  for  her. 

Finally  she  went  out  to  look  for  Sin. 
One  night  she  ventured  onto  the  Great 
White  Way  .  .  .  but  found  it  a  bril- 
liant parade  ground  where  the  only 
danger  seemed  to  be  in  getting  knocked 
down  by  someone  hurrying  for  a  last- 
minute  theatre  seat.  On  another  night, 
she  bought  a  ticket  for  the  Follies  and 
sat  in  the  fifth  row  center  so  she  could 


read  the  portents  on  the  chorus  girls' 
faces  But  there  were  no  portents  to  read 
-—only  expressions  of  joy  and  assurance 
for  the  beauty  they  so  undeniably  pos- 
sessed. 

Cautiously,  in  the  broad  light  of  day, 
she  explored  the  Bowery  and  discovered 
it  to  be  just  a  dismal  street  lined  with 
hardware  stores  under  an  elevated  trestle. 
The  gutters  were  guiltless  of  drunks. 

The  final  revelation  came  on  a  morn- 
ing when  she  rose  early  to  ride  in  the  sub- 
way with  the  working  girls.  They  were 
all  well-dressed  and  prosperous  and, 
searching  hopefully  up  and  down  the 
rows  of  them.  Miss  Matilda  could  not 
find  one  who  looked  as  though  she  had 
sold  her  soul  for  the  fur  coat  she  wore. 
Miss  Matilda  was  dumbfounded.  She 
stood  beside  a  young  girl,  diligently 
reading  in  a  magazine,  and  when  the 
subway  lurched  Miss  Matilda  lurched 
with  it  and  discovered  that  the  girl  was 
reading  one  of  her  own  "true  stories" — 
reading  the  paragraph,  in  fact,  where  the 
heroine,  jabbed  in  the  arm  with  a  hypo- 
dermic needle,  faints  in  the  crowd,  and 
the    villain — claiming    her    as    sister — 

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OCTOBER,  1928 


31 


AS  SEEM 
by  HER 

fiua 

PARIS 


Paris,  September  loch. 

LEAVES  coated  brown  by  a  long  sum- 
mer of  Paris  sunshine  are  dropping 
i^from  the  trees  along  the  boule- 
vards. Gutters  rustle  with  the  autumnal 
fall.  And  up  in  the  Channel  ports,  ships 
weigh  anchor  every  day,  carrying  capa- 
city loads  of  Americans  back  to  their 
native  land. 

Like  a  returning  army,  the  homegoing 
horde  goes  laden  with  stories — an 
anthology  of  Paris  including,  "Sensa- 
tions on  a  Ride  Through  the  Paris 
Sewers,"  "Mona  Lisa  IsNot  So  Hot  For 
Looks,"  "Junk  in  Bookstalls  Along  the 
Seine,"  "Ascent  of  the  Eiffel  Tower," 
"Mistinguecte's  Legs"  and  "Napoleon's 
Grey  Coat  Hanging  in  the  War  Muse- 
um." Peep-shows,  casinos,  cathedrals, 
the  dens  of  Montmartre  and  the  palaces 
of  Versailles  .  .  .  there  is  so  much  to 
talk  about,  so  much  salivary  foam  to  be 
worked  up,  that  no  one  need  mention 
the  real  tragedy  that  stalks  at  the  heels 
of  Americans  in  Europe.  It  remains  for 
those  who  have  stayed  abroad,  and  who 
must  face  it,  to  tell  the  truth. 

The  tragedy  is  that  the  majority  ot 
Americans  did  not  know  how  to  enjoy 
their  wines  and  liqueurs.  The  truth  (it's 
hard  to  write)  is  that  they  really  didn't 
like  their  liqueurs.  The  cause  of  all  this 
is  the  decade  of  prohibition  we  have 
lived  through,  resulting  in  the  total 
atrophying  of  that  finer  gustatory  sense 
reserved  for  the  understanding  and 
appreciation  of  old  wines. 

It  was  sad  to  see  our  fellow  country- 
men over  here  this  summer,  trying  so 
hard  to  drink  and  be  merry,   ordering 


the  finest  wines,  the  frothiest  cham- 
pagnes and  the  thickest  and  greenest  of 
liqueurs,  whose  fascinating  names  sug- 
gested such  fascinating  possibilities.  The 
looks  on  their  faces,  as  they  guzzled  or 
sipped,  were  like  the  expressions  on 
children's  faces  when  they  learn  there  is 
no  Santa  Claus  after  all.  For  they  had 
the  associative  areas  in  their  brains  to 
cope  with — these  thirsty  tourists — and 
chat  spoiled  everything.  Packed  away  in 
those  remembering  cerebral  cells  were 
recollections  of  a  terrible  fluid  called 
synthetic  gin,  on  which — the  past  many 
years — they  had  been  forced  to  regale 
themselves  co  sickening  surfeic.  Every- 
ching  chey  drank  over  here  reminded 
chem  of  che  gin  ac  home,  ics  nauseous 
resulcs  and  che  morbid  day-afcers  chey 
had  CO  live  chrough. 


A  DELEGATION  rcptesencing  "50,000 
American  women,"  arrived  in 
Paris  CO  "find  ouc  che  imporcance  of 
women  in  European  affairs."  Afcernoon 
ot  chac  day  found  us  siccing  in  one  ot 
chose  uncompromising  iron  chairs  of  a 
large  cafe  near  che  Opera,  sipping  our 
porco  as  we  raked  che  crowd  wich  our 
eyes,  looking  for  one  chic  woman.  A 
gendeman,  born  and  dyed  in  Paris, 
joined  our  cable.  We  calked  of  Paris,  ics 
women.  "Where  are  che  dashing  chic 
Parisicnncs  one  reads  abouc,  sees  pic- 
cured  in  magazines  and  on  che  screen," 
we  asked  him.  We  confessed  co  a  fearful 
disillusion.  We  hadn'c  seen  one  smarc 
woman  on  che  boulevards  who  was  noc 
American.  Only  hordes  and  hordes  of 


dumpy  middle  class  hausfraus  dressed  in 
mismaced  pick-me-up  clothes  chac  even 
our  Woolworch  salesgirls  would  scorn. 
"Les  Parisiennesl  ...  in  Sepcember' 
Never!  Nobody  comes  back  to  Paris 
until  October.  And  then  .  .  .  you  see 
them  .  .  .  but  not  on  the  boulevarcb. 
Not  in  the  sidewalk  cafes."  "But  where, 
then?'  "At  che  Opera  (hue  Friday  nighcs 
only-  che  subscripcion  nighc)  in  che 
salons  de  the,  ac  che  dancings  .  .  . 
buc  in  che  screecs  .  .  .  jamais'."  "Then  ic 
is  bad  taste  for  ladies  to  promenade  the 
boulevards  and  take  their  aperitif  in 
public  cafes?"  "For  you  Americans,  noyi ! 
For  our  Parisiennes,  oui\  They  take 
their  pleasures  in  their  homes,  or  in  the 
drawing  rooms  of  friends." 

The  true  Parisienne,  he  told  us,  leaves 
the  boulevards  to  the  men,  to  tourists 
and  to  the  middle  classes.  Even  the 
Parisienne  who  is  in  business,  often 
making  more  money  in  her  establish- 
ment than  her  husband  in  his  office, 
heeds  this  class  ruling,  becomes  a  "lady" 
when  she  shuts  up  shop,  goes  directly 
home  where  she  belongs.  Though  the 
streets  of  Paris  are  as  safe  as  a  nursery, 
she  never  goes  unescorted  to  the  the- 
atres, or  to  dine  in  even  the  exclusive 
restaurants  She  must  await  the  pleasure 
of  her  man  to  escort  her. 

The  visiting  delegation  will  find 
scores  of  women  successfully  conducting 
their  large  establishments  and  they  will 
find  here  the  same  equality  in  business, 
between  French  men  and  women,  as 
they  find  at  home  .  .  .  but  here  the 
equality  ends.  The  Parisian  business 
woman  is  a  Cinderella  when  the  shut- 


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ters  roll  down  in  her  shop  Her  equality, 
her  independence  disappear  at  closing 
time  like  Cinderella's  hnery,  and  she 
scurries  home  to  take  her  place  in  the 
waiting  line  of  the  dependent  weaker  sex. 

It's  all  the  more  amazing  when  one 
stops  to  consider  that  in  Paris  there  are 
about  five  women  to  every  man,  in 
other  words — not  half  enough  cavaliers 
to  go  around.  And  the  boulevard  cafes 
are.  so  alluring,  the  sunset  walks  such  a 
fitting  reward  after  a  hard  Jay's  labor. 

Shopgirls,  tourists  and  demi-mon- 
daines  own  the  boulevards  and  cates  of 
Paris  in  partnership  with  the  men;  and 
that  great  tribe  of  interesting  women 
who  come  under  the  category  of  "stu- 
dent" or  "artist."  It  is  these  latter  who 
save  the  thoroughfares  from  becoming 
a  great  bourgeois  parade  of  dowdy 
ladies  with  paper  parcelsundertheirarms. 

T     ▼     T 

A  POEM,    first    printed    in    the    New 
Yorker,   was  copied  in  the  saucy 
Boulavardier    which     is    published    in  i 
Paris.  The  keynote  of  this  poem  called  1 
"Montparnasse"    is — "You've    got    to  i 
look  odd,  by  God."  The  awful  middle- 
class  sameness  of  the  Parisian  crowd  is  ■ 
mitigated    by    these    people,    from   the  ' 
student   and   artist   quarters,    who    feel  I 
they've  got  to  look  odd,  by  God.  Their  • 
adherence  to  the  principle  of  oddity  is  < 
what  makes  the  Left  Bank  a  thousand  t 
times    more    amusing    than    the    much 
advertised  Place  de  I'Opera. 

In  the  student  stamping  ground  of 
Cafe  du  Dome,  any  night  of  the  week 
those  who  are  not  Parisian  ladies  may 
go  and  have  a  riot  of  a  time  .  .  .  just 
looking.  There  are  women  who  frighten 
you  because  they  look  so  much  like  men. 
There  arc  men  who  rouse  your  envy 
because  they  look  so  much  more  like  a 
woman  than  you  do.  Artists  with  hair 
coflFed  like  a  Fiji  Islander,  trotting  about 
importantly  with  empty  portfolios  under 
their  arms.  Girls  with  bare  legs  and 
nothing  but  comely  nakedness  under 
the  thin  silk  dresses  they  wear.  Men 
iDuttoned  to  the  chin  in  heavy  wool 
Cossack  blouses,  sporting  monocles  on 
wide  black  ribbons.  And  every  one —  i 
male,  female  or  otherwise — has  a  . 
twitchy  face  that  looks  as  though  it  has 
seen  God. 
"You've  got  to  look  odd,  by  God. 

You  never  come  out  in  the  streets  be- 
fore noon. 

You're  living  in  sin   with   a   Belgian 
quadroon, 

(Or  a  Russian  dragoon,   it  you  think  , 
you'd  as  soon)  ^^      j 

'Cause  that's  pretty  odd,  by  God!" 
We  humbly  thank  E.  B.  W.  of  the  | 
New  Yorker  for  putting  to  words  the  ; 
war-cry  of  those  Montparnasse  multi- 
tudes  who   have   saved   one   corner  of 
Paris    from    the    deluge    of   deplorable 
mediocrity. 

— Mary  Madrigal. 


OCTOBER,  1928 


a 


leads  her  staggering  away  to  the  waiting 
taxi. 

The  usually  unconcerned  subway 
travellers  wondered  why  the  little  lady 
swaying  on  a  strap  had  blushed  so  furi- 
ously and  got  off  so  precipitately  at  the 
next  stop. 

Miss  Matilda  walked  the  safe  streets 
haunted  by  the  desire  to  apologize  to 
someone.  Every  happy  alert  face  caused 
her  a  new  twinge  of  conscience.  She 
wanted  to  stop  and  tell  each  newsboy 
that  Horatio  Alger  was  much  more 
truthful  than  she.  "Up  and  Coming," 
"Do  and  Dare,"  "From  Newsboy  to 
Newspaper  Editor"  .  .  .  those  were 
the  true  titles.  With  shame  she  thought 
of  some  of  her  own — "The  Scarlet 
Road,"  "The  Lure  of  Silk  Stockings," 
"Vulture's  Prey"  .  .  .  and  then  the 
"Railroad  Rape"  she  was  going  to  write. 
She  bumped  into  a  young  man  in  her 
agitation  and  he  lifted  his  hat  and 
apologized. 

Miss  Matilda  wanted  to  apologize 
too.  She'd  like  to  apologize  to  that 
cheery  taxi  driver  who  looked  as  though 
his  very  last  thought  on  earth  would  be 
to  deliberately  drive  an  intoxicated  girl 
to  a  house  of  evil.  She'd  like  to  apologize 
to  that  solid-looking  stock-broker,  so 
busy  reading  the  latest  curb  reports  that 
he  didn't  raise  even  one  eyebrow  when  a 
saucy  little  shop-girl  nudged  him  and 
said  flutily;  "Oh,  I  beg  your  pardon!" 

But  she  ended  by  confessing  it  all  to 
the  hat-raising  white  slaver,  the  Human 
Vulture,  the  Underworld  King,  the 
Travelling  Seducer  she  thought  she  had 
foiled  four  nights  ago  on  the  train. 

Just  at  the  desperate  moment,  when 
Miss  Matilda  started  forward  to  apol- 
ogize to  a  pink-faced  chestnut  vendor 
(who  never  by  any  stretch  of  imagi- 
nation could  have  been  a  dope  peddler  on 
the  side)  .  .  .  the  crowd  opened  up  like 
a  good  friend  and  deposited  her  travel- 

)  ling  companion  squarely  in  front  of  her. 

I      He  was  just  a  big  man  with  hat  set 

I  slightly  to  the  back  of  his  head  so  that 
nothing  in  this  enthralling  city  should 

'  elude  his  enthusiastic  gaze.  And  he  was 
lonely. 

i      It  was  down  in  Greenwich  Village, 

1  across  a  barbaric  red  table  lighted  by  one 
pagan  candle,  that  Miss  Matilda  con- 

,  fessed.  It  was  the  final  and  best  story  of 

I  her  literary  career. 


Comment  Upon  the  Appearance 
of  an  Editor 

Yes,  young's  his  face, 
But  old's  his  heart; 
He's  had  the  grace 
To  keep  apart 
Those  two  elite. 
For  he  knows  well 
That  once  they  meet. 
He'll  look  like  hell.— B.W. 


JVLrs.  Qertrude  Athcrton  says: 

We  will  all  search  to  the  ends  ot  the  earth  for 
the  thing  that  is  unusual — the  place  that  is 
exotic.  Californians  need  not  travel  far  to 
satisfy  this  age  old  yearning,  not  with  the 
Hawaiian  Islands  at  our  very  door  step. 


People  who  know,  book  on  the  Malolo  to  Hawaii.  Among  your 
fellow-travelers  on  the  four-day  voyage  are  persons  of  social  and 
professional  prominence  who  take  this  magnificent  new  ship  because 
it  is  the  smart  way  to  go.  The  Malolo  gives  you  all  the  delightful 
luxuries  and  grateful  comforts  that  newness  and  size  alone  can  pro- 
vide. Let  it  come  as  a  pleasing  afterthought  that  the  cost  is  most 
moderate 

One  or  more  Matson  Liners  sail  from  San  Francisco  every  week 
— the  Malolo  sails  on  alternate  Saturdays 

Matson  Line 

Hawaii  •  South  Seas  •  Australia 

GENERAL     OFFICES:     21  C     MARKET     STREET,     SAN     FRANCISCO 

also    PORTLAND    •    SEATTLE    •    LOS    ANGELES    •    DALLAS 

CHICAGO    •    NEW    YORK. 


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Concerning  Bridge 

The  Statue  of  Liberty  Bid  in  Auction 


By  PAUL  W.  BLACK 


THERE  arc  three  essentials  tor  a  good 
player  ot  auction  or  contract  bridge. 
If  a  player  is  proficient  in  all  he  is  an 
expert.  The  first  essential  is  a  sound  bid- 
ding system.  The  second  is  knowledge 
o(  conventions  ot  play.  The  third  is  an 
ability  to  accurately  interpret  the  minds 
ot  the  other  three  players  and  utilize  this 
interpretation  effectively.  The  last  essen- 
tial is  the  subject  of  this  article. 

The  other  day  four  men  sat  at  the 
bridge  table  when  an  unusual  deal  oc- 
curred which  permitted  of  the  use  of  the 
camouflage  bid  or  "Statue  of  Liberty 
Bid,"  as  1  call  it. 

The  dealer  bid  one  no  trump  and 
second  hand  held  the  following  cards; 
Spades,  A-K-x-x;  Hearts,  Q;  Diamonds, 
A-K-io-x;  Clubs,  A-x-x-x.  The  distri- 
bution of  suit  lengths  of  4-4-4-1  is  un- 
usual, unbalanced,  and  second  hand  felt 
that  there  might  be  another  unbalanced 
hand  in  the  deal.  Dealer  had  indicated 
with  the  no  trump  bid  a  balanced  hand 
as  far  as  suit  lengths  were  concerned.  It 
was  comparatively  easy  to  judge  the 
probable  holding  of  the  dealer  by  second 
hand.  If  third  hand  held  an  unbalanced 
suit  length  hand  the  no  trump  would 
probably  be  taken  out  and  trie  most 
likely  bid  would  be  in  hearts.  If  third 
hand  were  balanced  the  no  trump  would 
probably  stand  with  a  pass  by  third  and 
also  a  pass  by  fourth  hand. 

Second  hand  wished  to  make  the  most 
of  the  situation  as  far  as  points  were 
concerned  and  it  was  obvious  that  most 
could  be  made  by  inducing  the  oppon- 
ents to  bid  further  in  no  trump  or  in  a 
suit  and  then  double  the  bid. 

To  prevent  third  hand  from  naming 
the  heart  suit  second  hand  bid  two  hearts. 
Third  hand  holding  a  heart  stopper  con- 
tinued with  a  bid  of  two  no  trump. 
Fourth  hand  was  an  optomist,  especially 
with  his  holding,  and  bid  three  hearts. 
Dealer  held  heart  strength  and,  with  a 
declared  stopper  in  partner's  hand, 
doubled  the  three  hearts.  Second  hand 
was  surely  in  a  precarious  position.  He 
had  three  outs  and  the  proper  procedure 
was  to  name  the  lower  valued  suit  first, 
then  the  next  higher,  and  finally  the 
highest  valued  suit,  if  doubled.  He  chose 
a  shift  to  four  clubs. 

Third  hand  had  no  club  stopper  so  he 
passed  as  did  fourth  hand.  Dealer  having 
club  strength  doubled  the  four  clubs.  It 
looked  as  though  second  hand  might 
best  make  the  shift  to  diamonds  at  once 
but  on  second  thought  it  occurred  that 
if  third  hand  did  not  make  a  mistake 
that  fourth  hand  might  be  able  to  sub- 


gest  another  bid.  Second  hand  therefore 
passed. 

Now  third  hand  did  not  have  any 
cards  that  would  materially  assist  dealer 
in  making  his  double  count  for  much 
and  he  interpreted  second  hand's  holding 
as  a  real  two-suiter  composed  of  hearts 
and  clubs,  a  powerful  holding,  so  he  fell 
into  the  trap  set  for  him  as  nicely  as 
could  be  and  bid  four  spades. 

Fourth  hand  passed  and  dealer  also 
passed.  Second  hand  felt  the  situation 
was  opportune  tor  a  double  and  made  it. 
There  was  no  suit  to  which  they  could 
shift  without  increasing  the  contract  and 
the  possibilities  of  further  losses. 

Senior  adversary,  fourth  hand  in  the 
deal,  now  became  the  leader  and  opened 
with  hearts  J.  When  the  dummy  went 
down  this  was  the  holding  on  which  the 
one  no  trump  was  made.  Spades,  Q-10; 
Hearts,  A- 10-x;  Diamonds,  Q-J-x;clubs, 
K-Q-J-10-x.  Declarer  concealed  his  own 
holding  by  playing  the  heart  A  from 
dummy  and  senior  adversary  looked  a 
bit  surprised  with  the  encouragement 
card  falling  under  the  A,  the  Q.  De- 
clarer decided  to  lead  out  trumps  so  he 
led  the  Q.  Junior  adversary  played  the 
K  and  took  the  trick  and  led  clubs  A  fol- 
lowed by  a  small  club  to  otfer  his  part- 
ner a  chance  to  ruff,  it  he  could,  the 
second  round  of  clubs,  tailing  this,  to 
place  the  lead  in  dummy.  Senior  adver- 
sary could  not  ruff  the  second  round  so 
dummy  took  the  trick.  Declarer  led 
spades  again  losing  to  the  A  from  junior 
adversary.  Junior  led  a  third  club  which 
was  taken  in  dummy. 

No  suit  offered  a  better  possible  entry 
into  declarer's  hand  tharr  hearts  because 
he  held  the  K.  He  therefore  led  hearts 
which  was  just  what  junior  adversary 
wished.  Junior  trumped  the  lead.  Senior 
adversary  was  completely  floored,  also 
relieved  at  the  outcome  of  the  camou- 
flage bid  of  hearts  by  junior.  It  is  need- 
less to  recount  that  junior  now  took  in 
his  high  cards  and  set  the  contract  three 
tricks,  netting  three  hundred  points,  a 
better  result  than  could  have  been  ob- 
tained in  any  other  way. 

The  Statue  of  Liberty  Bid,  the  con- 
cealed bid,  the  camouflage  bid,  is  a 
weapon  dangerous  to  wield.  Possibilities 
for  its  use  come  up  rather  infrequently 
but  when  it  does  come  up  it  usually 
works  beautifully.  The  player  must  have 
at  least  one  out,  better  two,  or  even 
three,  and  strength  to  continue  the  bid- 
ding over  any  preference  shown  by  his 
partner. 


OCTOBER,  1928 


35 


The  Qhoice 

of  the 

Qonnoisseurs^ 

J^y  Imported 
UWLCML 

DRY 
GINGERALE 

A  ginger  ale  that  tastes  of 
limts,  ripe  limes.  Of  fresh, 
bland  ginger  root.  That 
brings  you  the  health  of 
sparkling  water  from 
Isuan  Mineral  Springs. 


How  you  will  enjoy  this 
most  unusual  ginger  ale! 
And  you  will  bless  its  re- 
markable faculty  of  mak- 
ing your  tomorrow  a 
whole  day.  The  "Spirit  of 
Joy,  of  Health"  is  in  it. 


ISUAN THE  SPIRIT  OF  JOY 


Tin  Types 


IMPORTED 

Isuan  Dry  Ginger  Ale 

In  Manila  they  say 
"E-SWAN" 


C>)ntinucJ  from  page  26 

several  lines  was  continuous  and  copi- 
ous. Some  of  his  composicions,  it  may 
be  said,  were  really  excellent  An  auto- 
biography, Drifting  Along,  is  a  volume 
both  fascinating  and  irresistible.  In  it 
the  writer  is  revealed  as  a  prodigal  of 
charming,  polished  manner,  an  hapny, 
irresponsible  vagabond,  who  made  fife 
one  long  Gypsy  trail,  a  philosophical 
iconoclast,  whose  insight  into  human 
nature  rendered  him  a  satirist  and  hu- 
morist of  delicate  and  rare  subtlety. 
Massett's  word  pictures  of  early  San 
Francisco  as  set  down  in  this  book  are 
nothing  less  than  superb. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

FROM  Drifting  Along  we  gather  that, 
he  began  his  journeying  life  adven- 
tures as  an  adolescent,  when  he  left  his 
birthplace  of  Liverpool,  England  and 
wandered  vicariously  about  Europe  for 
several  years.  He  found  his  way  to  New 
York;  spent  some  time  there  and  set  sail 
for  San  Francisco  in  the  fall  of  1848  and 
landed  here  early  in  1849.  The  expenses 
of  the  trip  wrought  havoc  with  Mas- 
sett's  finances.  He  arrived  in  San  Fran- 
cisco with  $6.00  in  his  pocket  and  a 
debt  of  $260.00,  which  had  been  con- 
tracted on  ship  board  for  gastronomical 
dainties  not  included  in  the  vessel's  fare, 
such  as  ham,  cheese,  crackers  and  the 
like.  A  supply  of  these  delicacies  had 
been  laid  in  at  Panama  by  an  enterprising 
German  passenger,  who  retailed  them 
to  his  fellow  passengers  at  arbitrary 
prices  From  the  proceeds  of  this  ven- 
ture the  German  bought  water  front 
lots  and  was  shortly  rated  as  a  financial 
pillar  of  the  community. 

Massett's  capital  speedily  dwindled  to 
one  lone  dollar,  $5.00  having  been  ex- 
pended, upon  landing,  for  a  meal  for 
himself  and  an  even  less  solvent  fellow 
passenger.  By  veriest  chance,  Massett, 
during  his  first  day  in  San  Francisco,  ran 
into  Colonel  D.  J.  Stevenson,  whom  he 
had  known  slightly  in  New  York,  and 
who  had  just  launched  a  real  estate  and 
land  development  project. 

The  Colonel  greeted  the  newcomer 
with  gusto,  clapped  him  on  the  back, 
bought  him  a  drink  and  inquired  into 
his  plans.  Massett  had  no  plans.  Imme- 
diately the  Colonel  took  charge  of  his 
career.  He  painted  a  rosy  word  picture 
of  his  land  project.  He  was  building  a 
new  city — The  New  York  of  the  Pa- 
cific. Massett  was  just  the  man  he  needed 
in  the  office  to  meet  the  public  and  act 
as  confidential  advisor.  He  (the  Colonel) 
would  pay  the  young  man's  ship  debt, 
secure  his  appointment  as  Alcalde,  No- 
tary Public  and  Commissioner  of  Deeds 
for  New  York  on  the  Pacific  at  a  salary 
of  $150.00  a  month.  Later  he  might 
make  him  mayor  of  the  embryo  city. 


Check 
your  car 


to  Del  Monte 

CGo  the  restful  way~hy  train.  "Tl 
Avoid  the  crowded  highways.^ 

You  can  check  your  car 
just  as  you  do  your  trunk. 
Drive  your  car  to  3rd  St. 
Station  by  half  an  hour  be- 
fore the  "Del  Monte" 
leaves  and  turn  it  over  to 
the  Baggage  Master. 

$12  Per  Car 

Down  the  Peninsula— no 
heavy  traffic  to  fight,  no  de- 
lays—the fast  "Del  Monte" 
speeds  you  in  restful  com- 
fort. The  "Del  Monte" 
leaves  San  Francisco  (3rd 
St.)  3:00  p.m.  arrives  Del 
Monte  6:20  p.  m.  Equip- 
ment includes  parlor  obser- 
vation car,  smoker  and 
chair  car,  and  now  an  au- 
tomobile baggage  car. 

The  8:00  a.  m.  "Shore 
Line"  and  the  6:15  p.m. 
"Sunset  Limited"  will  also 
carry  you  to  Del  Monte. 

Southern 
PaciMc 


F.  S.  McGINNIS 

Pass.  Traffic  Aigt. 

San  Francisco 


36 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Would  Massetc  accept'  The  recipient  o( 
this  offer  was  dazzled  beyond  coherent 
speech  He  silently  assented  pronto  Bv 
actual  record  he  v\'as  appointed  a  Notary 
Public  and  Commissioner  of  Deeds  tor 
New  York  on  the  Pacific  by  Miiitarv 
Governor  Riley. 

Within  a  few  days  Massett  was  in- 
stalled in  Stevenson's  office,  busily 
engaged  in  notarising  documents,  copy- 
ing abstracts,  registering  deeds  and  dis- 
pensing information  about  San  Fran- 
cisco and  environs  with  the  positiveness 
of  a  well-informed  veteran  of  long  resi- 
dence. Atter  office  hours  he  devoted  him- 
selt  to  aesthetic  pursuits  and  the  amuse- 
ment ot  kindred  spirits  with  his  \'aricd 
gitts.  This  group  pre\'ailcd  upon  him  to 
promote  the  aforementioned  and  first 
public  concert. 

▼       T       ▼ 

IT  is  altogether  likely  that  the  reasons 
for  this  undertaking  were  as  practi- 
cal as  idealistic,  for  the  land  office  busi- 
ness had  developed  limitations  It 
seemed  that  the  Colonel's  lots  were  not 
all  he  claimed  them  to  be  In  too  many 
instances  thev  were  inaccessible,  remote 


sand  dunes,  in  other  instances  they  were 
aqucously  submerged,  sv\'ampy  areas  in 
possession  of  mosquito  armies.  In  the 
manner  of  subdividers,  the  Colonel  had 
undertaken  to  build  hoases  and  imported 
from  New  York  a  consignment  of  port- 
able homes,  which  by  some  strange 
principle  of  construction  were  mostly  of 
iron.  Two  of  these,  being  assembled  and 
placed  upon  sandy,  swampy  sites,  sank 
from  \'iev\',  carrying  their  occupants  to 
death  and  near  death  This  unfortunate 
catastrophe  halted  activities  in  the  land 
business  and  Massett  did  not  return  to 
Stevenson's  office  after  his  concert. 

He  went,  instead  to  Sacramento,  hav- 
ing received  from  Sam  Brannan  an  offer 
to  preside  over  a  merchandise  auction  for 
that  gentleman  of  the  maligned  N4or- 
mon  faith  He  arrived  in  Sacramento 
after  an  arduous,  si.x-day  trip  to  find  that 
the  auction  had  already  been  held.  He 
promptly  organized  an  auction  company 
of  his  own,  Massett  &  Brewster  The 
partners  bought  up  sundry  clothing  and 
supplies,  hired  a  draughty  warehouse,  a 
two-piece  band  and  song  and  dance  en- 
tertainer to  enliven  the  occasion.  Massett 


mounted  the  auction  block  and  within 
a  few  hours  took  in  $1000  and  cleaned 
out  his  stocks. 

To  give  full  account  of  the  man's 
varied  activities  would  make  a  tale 
much  too  lengthy  for  these  pages.  We 
can  only  note  briefly  that,  he  left  Sacra- 
mento to  troupe  through  the  mining 
towns  and  into  Oregon.  For  a  time  he 
edited  the  Marysville  Herald.  Later 
journeyings  took  him  on  a  visit  to  the 
Hawaiian  Islands;  (then  called  the  Sand- 
wich Islands)  to  Australia,  New  Zea- 
land, India  and  Egypt;  to  the  eastern 
United  States;  to  England,  Ireland, 
France,  Italy  and  Spain.  Between  trips  he 
returned  to  San  Francisco,  which  he  held 
in  most  affectionate  regard.  His  depart- 
ures and  arrivals  were  signals  for  the 
gathering  of  all  Bohemia.  The  town's 
newspaper  editor's  immortalized  these 
occasions  in  prose  and  verse.  The  man's 
friends  were  legion  and  loyal.  The  final 
end  of  Stephen  Massett  is  somewhat 
obscure,  but  as  nearly  as  can  be  deter- 
mined his  death  occurred  in  New  York 
some  time  in  the  iSgo's  and  when  he 
was  between  80  and  90  years  of  age. 


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As  to  Books 

By  BETH  WENDEL 

CHARLES  Pettit  has  again  placed 
the  cup  of  freedom  at  demure 
Chinese  lips,  but  this  time  she 
sips  western  wine.  The  Elegant  Infidel- 
ities of  Madame  Li  Pei  Fou  arc  even 
more  amusing  than  those  perpetrated  by 
The  Son  Of  The  Grand  Eunich's  untir- 
ing vjifc. 


CO  s       ^B 


J 


If  Madame  Li  Pei  Fou  were  not  orien- 
tal, we  might  term  her  a  wide-eyed 
young  matron,  or  mention  the  complete- 
ness of  her  stylish  sunburn.  But  as  Louis 
Untermeyersaid,  "East  is  east  and  west  is 
west,  and  the  middle  west  is  terrible." 

Madame  Li  Pei  Fou's  young  man  is 
entirely  delightful.  Anyone  would  like 
him.  Madame  Li  Pei  Fou  is  different 
than  anyone  he  has  ever  known.  Therein 
lies  the  naughty  story. 

If  Mr.  Pettit  goes  to  Hollywood,  he 
will  instantly  be  kidnapped  for  a  Title 
Writer,  and  then  1  will  come  forth  with 
"Octopus  Lad,"  to  rival  Mr.  Van 
Vechten's  "Spider  Boy."  Here  are  a  few 
of  his  chapter  titles ; 

How  A  Genius  Can  Be  Unbearable 
To  His  Wife  When  Seized  By  An  Inspir- 
ation. 

How  Useless  It  Is  For  A  Man  Who 
Finds  His  Wife  Stupid  To  Seek  Intelli- 
gence Among  His  Concubines. 

Reasons  Why  A  College  Education  Is 
Indispensable  In  Love. 

Concerning   The    Impudence    Of   A 
Man  Who  Drinks  A  Cup  Of  Tea  Hav- 
ing  Witnessed  An  Infidelity. 
"Elegant  Infidelities  of  Madame  Li 

Pei  Fou,"  by  Charles  Pettit.  {Horace 
Liver  ight). 

T      ▼      ▼ 

THE  Strange  Case  of  Miss  Annie 
Spragg  is  not  a  mystery  story, 
though  the  enigmas  of  both  love  and  re- 
ligion are  probed.  Either  subject  is  baf- 
fling, and  combined  they  present  an  in- 
tellectual fog,  that  only  a  Louis  Brom- 
field  could  permeate  with  skill. 

The  setting  moves  from  Italy  to  Lon- 
don, and  thence  to  the  far  off  prairies. 
Hemingway  could  not  have  covered 
more  territory. 

Annie  Spragg,  despite  the  untravelled 
sound  of  her  name,  dies  in  an  Italian 
Palace.  The  surviving  characters  are  suf- 
ficient individually  to  make  solid  short 
stories. 

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very  rich  confess  their  exclusive  mis- 
demeanors and  elite  crimes  There  is  also 
one  Sister  Annunziata  who  sately  but 
unsatisfactorily  falls  in  love  with  a  saint 
There  is  Princess  d'Orobelli  who  is  an 
American  nevertheless,  and  a  Mrs. 
Weatheby  who  founds  a  new  religion,  as 
if  there  weren't  too  many  all  ready. 

Louis   Bromfteld    has    never    written 
better — not  even   in   "Early  Autumn." 

"The   Strange   Case   of   Miss   Annie 
Spragg,"  by  Louis  Bromfield   Stokes. 


Edna  St.  Vincent  Millay,  after  an 
unkind  silence  of  several  years,  has 
at  last  come  forth  with  a  new  book  of 
collected  verse.  It  bears  the  title  ''A 
Buck  I"  the  Snow,"  and  has  the  same 
rare  quality  and  full  beauty  of  her  earlier 
works.  None  of  the  charming  delicacy  is 
gone,  though  in  the  lovely  lines  there  is  a 
pronounced  feeling  of  meditation  The 
themes  are  more  deliberate  and  the  exe- 
cution less  fleet.  Miss  Millay  seems  to 
have  the  reins  of  genius  even  more 
firmly  in  her  hands,  and  she  does  not 
allow  the  twists  and  turns  of  former 
days.  Her  undisputed  place  as  the  fore- 
most American  poetess  remains  un- 
assailed. 

Last  winter  Miss  Millay's  libretto  of 
"The  King's  Henchman"  received  ar- 
tistic recognition,  equal  to  the  music 
thereof,  composed  by  Deems  Taylor. 
The  opera  was  immensely  successful  at 
the  Metropolitan. 

The  Buck  in  the  Snoiv  is  the  most  sig- 
nificant poetic  contribution  of  the 
moment,  but  of  almost  equal  impor- 
tance is  Dorothy  Parker's  "Sunset  Qun" 
As  in  "Enough  Rope"  Miss  Parker  is 
clever,  bitter  and  terse.  Her  flare  for  beau- 
tiful imagery  is  quickly  sprayed  with 
vitriol.  Her  romanticism  is  promptly 
submerged  in  icy  water,  but  occasionally 
it  bobs  up  again,  and  sits  in  the  sun 
grinning,  half  ashamed. 

Miss  Parker  has  an  ironic  humor  that 
is  almost  involuntary.  She  has  a  shrewd 
sagacity  incongruous  with  the  general 
conception  of  what  poetry  should  be, 
yet  she  is  very  definitely  a  poetess,  in 
spite  of  herself. 
The  Buck   in  the  Snow  and  Other 

Poems,"  by  Edna  St.  Vincent  Millay. 
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this  happened  after  the  successive  dis- 
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"Tristan  and  Isolde,"  we  should  say 
that  "Madame  Butterfly"  is  the  most 
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Opera  Company  has  achieved.  We  were 
in  hopes  it  would  be  repeated  for  the 
benefit  of  our  friends  who  missed  it.  But 
to  date  the  opera  association  seems  to  be 
cold  to  the  matter  of  extra  perform- 
ances. Many  captious  critics  in  the  lobby 
sighed  for  the  petite  Madame  Takamura 
in  the  role.  "Rethberg,"  said  they,  "is 
marvelous,  but  she  is  not  Japanese."  For 
which  fact  we  were  duly  thankful.  We 
have  seen  the  Japanese  lady  in  the  role 
and  our  opinion  is  that  she  threw  the 
whole  opera  out  of  scale.  If  one  could 
have  a  complete  Japanese  cast  for  the 
Japanese  characters,  all  would  be  well. 
But,  even  if  this  were  possible,  none  of 
them  would  be  vocally  adequate  to  the 
requirements  of  Puccini's  music.  Cer- 
tainly Madame  Takamura  was  not.  One 
has  only  to  hear  a  Rethberg  to  realize 
that.  We  are  old-fashioned  to  put  singing 
before  every  other  requirement  of  opera. 
And  a  perfect  voice  makes  up  for  lack  of 
complete  visual  satisfaction.  Jertiza  as  a 
Japanese  doll  might  tax  our  credulity 
but  we  were  able  to  grant  all  manner  of 
license  to  the  more  normal  height  of 
Rethberg.  However,  we  shall  have  no 
opportunity  of  testing  our  reactions  to 
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even  after  reading  the  libretto.  Well, 
perhaps  that  is  going  a  bit  far,  but  we 
defy  anybody  to  care  what  happens. 

The  stage  directions  promised  a  thrill 
at  the  beginning  ot  the  third  act,  with 
the  heroine  leaping  out  ot  a  swing  into 
the  arms  ot  her  lover,  Wc  had  visions  of 
Jeritza  bearing  down  upon  Johnson  with 
portentious  accuracy  having,  only  a  few 
moments  before,  watched  her  hurl  that 
gentleman  in  front  of  the  footlights  to 
take  a  solitary  curtain  call.  But  the  di- 
rector thought  otherwise.  After  having 
borne  up  tor  two  dull  hours  in  anticipa- 
tion of  the  flying  trapeze  act,  our  hopes 
were  dashed  to  the  ground  by  seeing  the 
curtain  rise  with  no  swing  in  sight.  We 
consoled  ourselves  mildly  at  the  intro- 
duction of  a  tea  wagon — the  first  we 
have  ever  seen  in  opera.  But,  as  Jeritza 
passed  the  tea  and  bit  into  the  toasted 
stage  muffins  we  grew  more  and  more 
alarmed.  What  if  a  crumb  should  lodge 
in  her  vibrant  throat,  thought  we,  and 
bring  on  a  choking  fit?  But  luck  was 
again  with  the  lovely  Viennese.  No  un- 
toward accident  arose  to  mar  the  vitality 
of  her  vocal  outbursts  or  stand  in  the 
way  of  some  of  the  most  spectacular 
tails  we  have  ever  seen  outside  the  prize 
ring.  And,  as  the  sinewy  Fedora  writhed 
in  her  death  agony,  we  couldn't  help 
wondering  why  somebody  on  the  stage 
didn't  run  for  a  physician  instead  of 
calmly  taking  off  their  hats  and  awaiting 
the  end.  It  may  be  good  form  to  antici- 
pate death  politely  but  we  should  like  to 
see  more  efficiency.  Alas,  there  never  is 
any.  Let  any  beautiful  heroine  swallow 
poison  and  you  might  just  as  well  order 
the  casket.  There  are  neither  doctors,  nor 
campfire  girls  with  first  aid  remedies, 
within  call. 

All  of  which  is  not  to  intimate  that 
"Fedora"  was  badly  done.  The  singers 
got  all  they  could  out  of  the  material 
provided.  But,  for  our  part,  we  couldn't 
take  it  seriously.  We  are  always  glad  to 
see  an  unfamiliar  opera  if  only  to  scratch 
one  more  off  the  list.  "Fedora"  is  now 
blue-penciled  for  all  time  by  us  alone 
with  "Manon  Lescaut,"  "Falstaff," 
"Turandot,"  "L'Amico  Fritz"  and 
"The  Girl  of  the  Golden  West."  And 
our  only  real  regret  in  attending  the  per- 
formance was  that  it  interfered  with  our 
seeing  the  opening  bill  of  the  Players 
Guild.  Thus  we  shall  be  unable  to  com- 
ment upon  it.  But  the  fact  that  they 
open  with  a  play  translated  from  the 
Danish  by  John  Masefield  is  reassuring. 
The  Guild's  excuse  for  existence  is 
bound  up  in  its  ability  to  give  us  plays 
outside  the  province  of  the  commercial 
theatre.  An  opening  bill,  therefore,  of  a 
poetic  play  is  proof  of  its  determination 
to  supply  this  need.  It  is  up  to  San  Fran- 
cisco to  show  its  appreciiition  by  gener- 
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Reminiscences  Inebriata 


with  horror.   Presently  he  had  regained 
his  composure  and  resumed. 

"Eventually  there  came  a  day,  in  the 
renaissance  of  alcoholics  in  America, 
when  the  drunkard  passed  beyond  the 
stage  of  complete  disapprobation.  Polite 
society  began  to  take  cognizance  of  his 
presence  without  ex^periencing  sensa- 
tions of  horror.  Latefthey  laughed  at  the 
drunkard,  and  the  cause  was  won.  hii- 
mediately  people  became  intoxicated, 
entire  cities  and  states  went  over  to  the 
wets  without  even  conscious  design. 
Intoxication  became  the  theme  of  every 
cinema  of  the  period.  Ernest  Heming- 
way, Lee  J.  Smits,  F.  Scott  Fitzgerald 
and  Frank  B.  Elser,  and  other  acute 
young  novelists  of  the  time,  used  intoxi- 
cation as  the  central  idea  of  their  novels. 
The  stage  was  literally  saturated,  and 
social  life  itselt  was  unmistakably  far 
gone  in  liquor. 

"Two  prominent  factors  in  bringing 
about  this  change  were  the  Campus  and 
the  Convention.  The  university  came  to 
the  fore  in  American  social  life  about 
1920.  It  has  been  holding  the  center  of 
the  stage  ever  since.  It  is  incredible  the 
influence  that  collegiate  ideas  have  had 
on  this  mighty  and  puissant  nation.  Mr. 
Mencken's  tremendous  vogue,   for  ex- 


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ample,  is  traceable  directly  to  the  uni- 
versity, to  the  college  humor  magazine 
with  its  idealization  of  the  drunk,  and 
to  the  drunk  himself.  The  Campus 
meant  idleness,  girls,  and  something  to 
drink.  The  Convention  came  to  mean 
the  same  thing  to  the  business  world. 

"The  next  cycle  of  change  is  our  own. 
Today  we  erect  great  beach  clubs  in  the 
southland  dedicated  to  the  politely  in- 
toxicated. Private  bars  are  supplied  by 
every  competent  architect  in  New  York 
and  San  Francisco.  Yachts  are  designed 
to  meet  this  common  need.  Specially 
designed  lockers  for  golf  clubs  are  every- 
where in  evidence.  Drunkenness  has 
triumphed.  Gradually  wines  have  made 
their  re-appearance  in  society  and  one 
actually  hears  rumours  of  beer!" 


THE  couples  were  dispersing  from  the 
cafe;  the  loud  sibilant  rushes  of  talk 
had  subsided,  and  there  was  only  an 
occasional  flutter  of  laughter  to  remind 
us  that  we  were  not  alone.  Out  of  doors 
the  lights  were  gleaming  and  the  night 
was  as  cool  as  it  was  splendid. 

"And  Milan,"  I  made  enquiry,  "what 
ot  the  future?" 

"I    trust    that    you    remember    Mrs. 


Tanqueray's  dictum  on  the  subject  to 
the  effect  that  there  is  no  future,  only 
the  past  under  a  new  name.  As  long  as 
life  is  stupid  and  man  a  bore,  wise  men 
will  drink.  America  today  begins  to 
realize  this,  and  we  have  only  to  justify 
the  drunk  to  complete  the  cycle.  The 
drunk  need  no  longer  slouch  or  creep  up 
dark  alley-ways,  or  lie  prostrate  on  the 
curbstones  to  shock  the  ladies  and  edify 
the  young.  He  can  now  join  a  club  and 
booze  with  immunity.  There  is  not  a 
strata  of  civilized  life  that  he  cannot 
penetrate  and  be  happy  in  its  environs. 
Prohibition  was  the  result  of  an  attitude 
of  squeamishness  towards  the  drunk. 
That  attitude  we  have  outgrown.  We 
can  now  wake  up  in  the  morning  with  a 
heavy  head  and  thick  tongue  and  not 
blame  the  result  on  a  visitation  of  the 
evil  spirit  or  a  sick  conscience,  but  accept 
the  fact  with  the  philosophic  calm  of 
those  who  realize  that  the  pendulum  of 
life  and  gay  spirits  must  ever  swing,  as 
one  George  Sterling  remarked,  between 
the  antipodes  of  pleasure  and  pain." 

Out  into  the  night  we  ventured,  with 
flushed  features,  eager  eyes,  and  an  elo- 
quent disdain  of  moderation  in  our 
hearts — out  into  the  night  we  ventured 
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AND  MAY  BE  WITHDRAWN  QUARTERLY 


42 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Movie  Realism 

Continued  from  page  1 8 

There  is  never,  except  in  a  very  few 
cases,  an  absolute  necessity  for  a  story 
ending  one  way  or  another.  It  can  end 
unhappily  and  be  a  fine  work.  It  can 
end  happily  and  be  a  fine  work.  To  say 
that  the  one  ending  is  "more  true  to 
life"  is  childish,  everything  happens 
in  life,  incredible  things  which  tax  the 
imagination  and  the  credulity;  it  is  the 
duty  ot  the  writer  and  director  to  make 
their  stories  seem  possible  and  probable; 
and  if  they  do  their  jobs  well,  there  can 
be  no  objections.  There  is  not  a  single 
argument  upon  which  the  advocators 
of  the  unhappy  ending,  as  an  artistic 
necessity,  may  rest  their  case.  The  merits 
of  a  picture,  it  would  appear,  depend 
upon  other  factors. 


Transients 

Continued  from  page  20 

ter,  audiences  refuse  to  accept  him  as  the 
real  Tibbett  So  again  he  bows  to  con- 
vention, if  only  momentarily. 

As  Manfredo,  he  hoped  to  produce  a 
new  note  in  "L'Amore  Dei  Tre  Re." 
Here  was  another  role  which  demanded 
gentility.  A  character  confronted  him 
whose  closing  words  were  "Why  can't 


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Post  Street 

Stocks 

AND 

Bonds 


LEIB,  KEYSTON 

AND  COMPANY 


I  hate?"  But  no!  He  fears  that  for  the 
time  at  least,  he  must  continue  as  Neri. 

Tibbett  has  three  favorite  librettos. 
They  are  "The  King's  Henchman," 
"L'Amore  Dei  Tre  Re,"  and  "The 
Jest."  Those  also  viewed  in  pleasing 
light  are  the  Wagnerian  song  stories.  He 
loathes  the  inanity  of  the  average  opera 
script,  but  he  relishes  the  sentiment  of 
Puccini. 

He  hopes  to  play  Neri  on  the  stage 
shortly  and  from  this  new  medium  de- 
vise some  method  of  uncovering  the 
subtleties  in  the  musicalized  version  of 
"The  Jest"  without  insinuating  te  his 
future  audiences  that  he  is  not  the  Law- 
rence Tibbett  of  1928. 


Art  Obsessions 

Continued  from  page  29 

We  are  told  by  visitors,  whom  we 
would  like  to  believe  are  sincere — and 
not  talking  merely  to  be  quoted,  that 
San  Francisco  is  a  city  from  which  great 
things  may  be  expected  in  art.  Be  that  as 
it  may,  it  is  impossible  for  any  one  city 
at  any  one  time  to  correctly  judge  the 
products  of  its  contemporaries.  This  has 
been  historically  proved  time  and  again. 
So  let  us  enjoy  our  art  exhibits — buy 
what  means  something  to  us  individually 
— and  for  comfort's  sake  stop  taking 
our  art  exhibits  so  seriously. 


Foreign  Bonds  vs.  Common 
Stocks 

Continued  from  page  27 

tive.  At  the  present  time  only  those 
issues  should  be  purchased  which  are 
moderately  priced  in  relation  to  earn- 
ings and  which  are  so  priced  that  they 
will  be  able  to  withstand  any  marked 
reaction  in  the  stock  market. 

In  conclusion  then  the  problem  is  not 
whether  the  Dawes  plan  works  or  not, 
or  whether  the  investor  should  loan  his 


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153    KEARNY  STREET 

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surplus  dollars  to  foreign  countries  or 
domestic  corporations  but  how  he  can 
offset  the  depreciation  of  his  capital 
which  will  continue  to  some  extent 
with  the  rapid  increase  of  wealth  in  this 
country.  The  recognition  of  the  prin- 
ciples outlined  in  this  subject  will  de- 
velop and  has  already  become  a  stab- 
ilizing factor  in  a  selective  group  of 
American  equities. 

To  the  skeptic's  remark  about  "paper 
profits,"  "speculation"  and  "wait  until 
the  market  declines,"  we  have  only  to 
say  that  the  application  of  economics  to 
investing  is  just  as  sound  as  the  applica- 
tion of  economics  to  business. 


Leading  Nations  of  the  World 

Comparative  Amounts  of  Gold 

Holdings,  1913-1927 

Gold  Held  Gold  Held 

Dec.  31.  1913  Dec.  31.1927 

USA      $1  904.694,000     *$4, 379.000.000 

England 830,100,000  751,868,000 

France           1200,000,000  711.106,000 

Japan      64  963,000  561,810,000 

Spain                  92  500,000  500,098,000 

Argentina 292,600,000  435,830,000 

Germany 915,700,000  395,675,000 

Italy 265.000,000  220,732.000 

Canada 142,500,000  202,633,000 

Holland            60.900,000  166,161,000 

Russia 1,011,500,000  84,597,000 

-World  Total $7,789,000,000        $9,621,645,000 

♦Report  of  Director  of  Mint  Dec  .  1927, 
-Estimated. 


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young  couple  at  the  license  bureau  the  bit  about  the 
modern  artist  who  couldn't  make  head  or  tail  to  his  own 
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MUSIC 

November  2 :  San  Francisco  Symphony  Or- 
chestra in  opening  concert  of  season  at  Cur- 
ran  Theater.  8:15  p.m.  Alfred  Hertz,  conduc- 
tor. 
November  3 :  San  Francisco  Symphony  Or- 
chestra in  concert  at  Dreamland  Auditorium. 
8:15  P.M.  Alfred  Hertz,  conductor. 
:  November  4  :  Fritz  Kreisler  at  Civic  Auditor- 
ium. 2  130  P.M. 

John  Philip  Sousa  and  Band  at  Dreamland 
,       Auditorium.  Afternoon  and  evening, 
t       San  Francisco  Symphony  Orchestra  at  Har- 
f       mon  Gymnasium,  Berkeley.  3  p.m. 
I  November  5:  John  Philip  Sousa  and  Band  at 
I       Dreamland  Auditorium.  Afternoon  and  eve- 

ning. 
I       Mary  McCormic,  soprano,  in  recital  at  the 
'       Fairmont  Hotel. 
November    8 :   San    Francisco   Symphony   Or- 
chestra  at   Exposition   Auditorium.    Alfred 
Hertz,    conductor.    George    Liebling,    guest 
artist. 
November  9  :   Kathryn   Mcisle — Scottish   Rite 
Auditoiium. 
';  November  10;  First  Pop  Concert — Dreamland 
Auditorium. 
November    i5:   Second   Symphony    Concert — 

Curran  Theater. 
November    ig:    Louis    Graveure — Dreamland 

Auditorium. 
November    22 :   Second   Civic    Pop   Concert — 

Elsa  Alscn,  soloist. 
November    24 :    Second     Popular    Concert — 

Dreamland, 
November    30 :    Third    Symphony    Concert — 
I       Curran  Theater. 

THE  THEATRE 

Alcazar  :  In  Love  With  Love.  Vincent  Law- 
j  rence  at  his  best.  Dale  Winter  at  her  love- 
I  liest,  and  Terry  Duffy,  the  producer,  far 
;  outshining  Duffy  the  actor. 
;  Berkeley  Playhouse  :  The  School  For  Scandal 
to  be  followed  by  Enter  Tiiadame.  Everett 
!  Glass  trying  his  best  to  go  back  as  far  as  pos- 
I      sible  for  his  plays. 

I  Capitol:  Kongo.  Sex,  satisfaction,  and  sadism 
causing  the  box  office  till  to  play  a  symphony 
'      of  joy. 


Columbia:  Happy  Days.  May  Boley,  Dick 
Carle,  and  Max  Dill  bringing  their  com- 
bined youthfulness  to  a  locally  written 
comedy  of  rejuvenation. 

Curran  :  Qood  ?^eivs.  The  campus  shrieks 
will  become  desert  sheiks  on  November  12 
when  The  Desert  Song  brings  back  its  popu- 
lar company. 

Fulton  :  (Oakland)  The  Spider  to  be  followed 
by  White  Collars. 

DuFFwiN  (Oakland):  Tommy.  The  same  cast 
doing  the  same  things  they  did  on  OTarrell 
Street. 

Geary  :  The  Squall.  Something  that  happens  in 
all  regulated  households  to  which  come  a 
storm,  a  siren,  and  sex  appeal. 

Players  Guild  :  Fallen  Angels.  One  of  the 
notable  attractions  of  the  season.  A  Noel 
Coward  Play  with  Charlotte  Walker  and 
Sarah  Padden  in  the  leading  roles. 

La  Gaite  Francaise  :  French  Theater  reopen- 
ing this  month. 

Green  Street  :  Easy  for  Zee  Zee.  The  oldest 
profession  doing  a  rushing  business. 

President:  Daddies.  To  be  followed  by  May 
Robson  in  .Mother's  .Millions. 

MOTION  PICTURES 

Embassy  :  Al  Jolson  singing  and  talking  in  The 
Singing  Fool,  a  most  noteworthy  picture. 

California:  Lilac  Time  to  be  followed  by 
.Mother  Knows  Best. 

St.  Francis  :  Our  Dancing  Daughters.  A  Cos- 
mopolitan story  of  our  newly  discovered 
youth. 

Warfield:  Still  the  hub  of  the  city. 

Granada  :  With  Paul  Whiteman's  pet  trum- 
peter, Henry  Busse,  as  house  leader,  this 
show  place  should  enjoy  many  a  "When  Day 
is  Done." 

ART 
Courtesy  of  The  Argus 

Beau.x  Arts  Galerie  :  116  Maiden  Lane, 
November  5  to  19,  oils  by  John  Burnside 
Tufts;  water  colors  by  Florence  Ingalsbc 
Tufts.  November  20  to  December  4,  oils 
water  colors  and  drawings  by  Ina  Perham. 

California  P-4LACE  of  the  Legion  of  Honor: 
November  1  to  December  31,  paintings  by 
New  Mexico  artists.  Jacob  Stern  loan  collec- 
tion. Permanent  collections. 


Courvoisier's:  474  Post  Street.  Starting  No- 
vember 10,  wood  block  prints  in  color  by 
Elizabeth  Norton;  sculpture  and  drawings  by 
Alice  O'Neill. 

Ea.st  West  Gallery  of  Fine  Arts:  609  Sutter 
Street.  Through  November  10,  Theatre  Arts 
collection  of  African  sculpture.  November 
12  to  27,  international  group  of  stage 
designs.  November  27  to  December  1 1 , 
Lucien  Labaudt  collection  of  post-Cezanne 
paintings. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery  :  239  Post  Street.  Through 
November  3,  football  etchings  by  Rosa- 
mund Tudor. 

Gump  Gallery  :  246  Ppst  Street.  Through  No- 
vember 3,  etchings  by  Max  Pollak;  water 
colors  by  Gonen  Sakaguchi.  November  5  to 
17,  New  Zealand  landscapes  by  F.  S.  Brown. 
November  19  to  December  1,  paintings  by 
Gustaf  F.  Liljcstrom. 

DINING  AND  DANCING 

The  Mark  Hopkins:  Where  those  who  have 
not  yet  made  their  debut,  nevertheless  suc- 
ceed in  being  "out." 

The  St.  Francis:  Still  the  vogue  for  luncheon 
(under  the  clock  at  one).  No  dancing  at 
present  but  rumors  of  redecorating  the 
Garden  Room  for  that  purpose. 

The  Palace  :  The  Rose  Bowl  for  dancing,  after 
dinner  in  the  Court. 

Taits-at-the-Beach  :  Atmosphere.  Nice  for 
dinner  and  dancing  after  the  foot-ball  games. 

Deauville:  1516  Stockton.  No  longer  the 
Silver  Slipper,  but  there  is  still  "tarnish" 
about,  after  midnight. 

Fred  Solari's:  ig  Maiden  Lane.  When  you  feel 
like  dining  or  lunching  in  a  quiet  little  alley, 
but  only  when  your  conscience  is  clear. 

New  Frank's:  447  Pine.  For  a  "regular  din- 
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Russian  Tea  Room:  1001  Vallejo.  Large  red 
caviar  to  start. 

Post  Street  Cafeteria  :  62  Post  Street.  The 
"Grand  Dame"  of  the  Cafeterias. 

Aldeane  Tea  Room:  275  Post  Street.  A  new 
find,  excellent  food,  with  a  view  of  Union 
Square  that  is  reminiscent  of  Paris. 

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NOVEMBER,  1928 


No.  11 


CONTENTS 

Herbert  Hoover,  portrait  bust  by  Haig  Patigian  -             -        8 

Hoover  the  Man,  by  Kathleen  Norris        -              ,  -                g 

Now  It  Can  Be  Told   -             -             -             -  -             -lo 

Three  Sad  Stories,  by  Carey  T^cWilliams               -  -             12 

Studies  in  Love,  verse  by  Ai.  I.             -              -  -              '12 

Hotel  Sir  Francis  Drake,  photograph                       -  -             13 

Spider  Boy,  by  Marcella  Burke            -             -  -             -      14 

Janet  Gaynor,  photograph  -              -              -              -  -              15 

Spotlight,  by  Charles  Caldwell  Dobie                -  -              -       16 

Farewell,  verse  by  Rex  Smith         -              -              -  -              16 

Holly^A^ood  Love,  cartoon  by  Sotovnayor           -  -             '      17 

Gordon  Craig,  by  Lilian  Qibson    -              -              -  -              18 

Sketches  of  "Macbeth"  settings  by  Qordon  Craig  -              -       19 

Transients,  Nahum  Zemach,  by  Jack  Campbell    -  -              20 

Josephine  Dunn,  photograph  by  I{uth  Harriet  Louise  -      21 

Those  Were  The  Days,  by  Zoe  Battu        -             -  -             22' 

The  Alaska  Packers,  tvoodblock.  by  Judson  Starr  -              "23 

The  Reigning  Dynasty        -----  24 

Mrs.  Leon  Roos,  camera  portrait  by  Hagemeyer  -              -      25 

Berlin — 192S,  by  Arndt  Qusti        -              -              -  -              26 

The  Life  of  a  Football  Player,  cartoon  by  Sotomayor  -             -      27 

Teams  and  Coaches,  by  Epllo          -              -              -  -              30 

Concerning  Bridge,  by  Paul  W.  Black             -  -             -      33 

To  My  Lady,  verse  by  Jesse  Thompson     -              -  -              34 

As  Seen  By  Her,  by  Frances  Francesca             -  -              '3^ 

As  To  Books,  by  Beth  Wendel       -              -              -  -              38 

Honolulu  Correspondent           -             -             -  -             '      41 


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Herbert^'  Hooi>er 

From  the  bust  sculptured  by  Haig  Patigiaii^ 


SAN  rRJkMCISGAN 


Hoover  the  Man 

Being  the  Personal  Opinion  of  a  Noted  Novelist 


EIGHT  years  ago,  when  we  were  a 
good  deal  nearer  to  the  thought  of 
food  commission  work,  at  home 
and  abroad,  than  we  are  now,  I  remem- 
ber, as  an  extremely  new-fledged  voter, 
being  confident  that  Herbert  Hoover 
would  be  the  Presidential  nominee  of 
both  parties  It  didn't  seem  possible  that 
either  party  could  put  up  a  candidate 
who  would  stand  any  chance  at  all  of 
beating  him. 

When,  at  those  conventions  of  1920, 
Mr.  McAdoo  was  shelved  by  the  Dem- 
ocratic party,  and  Mr.  Hoover  by  the 
Republican,  and  when,  after  hot  days  of 
aimless  shouting  and  much  serpentining, 
each  party  named  a  man  who  meant  ab- 
solutely nothing  to  the  average  woman 
of  America,  and  very  little  to  most  of 
the  men,  I  experienced  that  painful,  be- 
wildering and  affronting  baptism  of  fire 
that,  I  learned  later,  is  the  inevitable 
experience  of  the  amateur  politician. 

Male  politicians,  on  all  sides,  laughed 
affectionately  at  the  women  who  were 
puzzled  and  baffled  by  these  suave  pro- 
cedures. They  assured  us  cheerfully  that 
real  men  didn't  get  into  high  office,  that 
only  professional  politicians  did.  That 
road,  for  a  genuine,  hard-working,  ideal- 
istic, direct,  intelligent  public  servant 
was  forever  barred.  Party,  machine, 
policy, — everything  conspired  to  keep 
the  real  man  out,  and  put  the  blatant 
demagogue  in. 

To  get  the  party  in  was  the  main 
object  of  every  single  man  at  those  boil- 
ing, ineffectual,  confusing  gatherings, 
and  any  promise — any  lie — any  evasion 
went,  with  some  of  them  at  least,  as 
long  as  it  served  that  end. 

I  retired  from  the  scene  discomfited, 


By  KATHLEEN  NORRIS 

for  the  persons  who  seemed  to  be  best 
qualified  to  pronounce  upon  the  question 
assured  us  baffled,  crumb-snatching 
women  that  there  wasn't  much  differ- 
ence between  the  two  parties,  they  had 
changed  planks  and  ideas  and  principles 
completely  in  the  last  generation,  any- 
way. 

Consequently,  millions  of  women 
didn't  vote  at  all  in  1920,  nor  in  1924. 
It  was  only  in  the  beginning  of  1928 
that  there  began  to  be  felt  a  sudden 
stirring  and  agitation,  a  certain  tug  of 
the  current,  and  with  it,  the  political 
birth  of  the  country's  womanhood. 

Women  are  keenly,  poignantly  inter- 
ested in  what  is  to  happen  at  the  polls 
next  November,  All  the  logical  persua- 
siveness in  the  world  won't  make  them 
feel  that  our  Chief  E.xecutivc's  attitude 
toward  certain  great  national  issues  isn't 
important,  whether  the  solution  of  these 
problems  lies  directly  in  the  line  of  his 
own  responsibility  or  not.  One  million 
American  women  are  going  to  vote  for 
the  first  time,  this  year,  and  they  know 
just  exactly  how  they're  going  to  vote. 

That  vote  is  not  unanimous,  of 
course.  But  I  believe  it  is  so  nearly  a 
Hoover  vote  that  it  may  swing  the  elec- 
tion 

Because,  for  the  first  time  since  they 
were  enfranchised,  and  for  the  first  time 
in  many  electoral  years,  they  know  the 
two  candidates.  This  year  it  isn't  a  ques- 
tion of  being  told  facts  that  may  or  may 
not  be  true,  by  men  who  may  or  may 
not  be  unprejudiced. 

The  Democratic  candidate's  name 
says  two  words  to  American  women, 
and  they  don't  care  for  either  "Tam- 
many," and  "wet." 


HERBERT  Hoover's  name  says  a  great 
iTiany  other  words.  It  says  "Bel- 
gium," with  all  that  means  to  com- 
forted little  children,  and  mothers  wild 
with  gratitude.  It  says  "food,"  and 
American  women  remeiTiber  that  through 
Herbert  Hoover's  tact,  when  war-ridden 
Europe  was  having  its  food  riots,  peace- 
ful America  had  been  led  to  make  its 
food  sacrifices  with  dignity  and  with 
joy.  It  says  "engineer,"  when  the  thought 
of  dams  or  railways  come  up,  and 
"world  citizen,"  when  there  is  any 
question  of  international  problems.  It 
says  simplicity,  obscurity,  hard  work, 
loyalty  to  the  Constitution,  belief  in 
America.  It  says  "dry." 

Dry  hoiv?  Well,  we  don't  know.  But 
we  know  that  Hoover  has  never  failed 
before,  in  any  great  national  undertaking. 
We  know  that  up  to  this  point,  every- 
thing concerning  the  Eighteenth  Amend- 
ment has  been  done  against  an  indiffer- 
ence, stupidity  and  hostility,  generally 
speaking,  that  might  well  wreck  any 
amendment,  or  any  constitution.  We 
know  that  his  methods  are  not  violent, 
and  that  they  cleave  through  red  tape 
and  bureaucracy  and  humbug  and  hypoc- 
risy straight  to  the  point,  with  just  that 
simplicity  of  inspiration  that  women 
use  in  their  households  every  day,  and 
that  men  miscall  "intuition." 

Not  in  fifty  years  has  either  party 
nominated  any  man  who  in  straightfor- 
ward human  values  compares  to  him, — 
not  as  a  politician,  but  as  a  man.  It  is 
uTipossible  to  imagine  that  America,  or 
the  world,  holds  the  man  who  could 
defeat  him. 


10 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


LET  US  assure  you  chat  v\c  ucrn't  there 
^with  any  matrimonial  intent,  it's 
just  that  we  have  a  friend  in  the  county 
clerk's  office  and  while  we  were  visiting 
him  the  other  day,  two  timid  young 
creatures  appeared  to  applv  for  a  mar- 
riage license 

The  girl  was  a  mere  slip  ot  a  young 
thing — and  the  hoy  seemed  hardly  more 
able  to  cope  with  life's  problems.  The 
license  clerk  looked  from  one  to  the 
other  then  asked  the  groom  the  obvious 
question ; 

"Have  you  the  consent  ot  the  girl's 
parents?" 


"1  suppose  so,"  returned  the  young 
man  ruefully,  as  he  indicated  with  his 
thumb  a  large  man  who  had  escaped  the 
clerk's  observation.  "That's  her  old  man 
leaning  on  that  shotgun  over  there  in  the 
corner." 


WE  SEE  by  the  local  newspapers  that 
there  has  been  established  in  one 
ot  the  halls  ot  Mills  College  a  smoking 
room,  where  the  young  ladies  who 
attend  that  shrine  of  idealism  and 
scolarship  may  puff  their  cigaretts 
in  peace  and  comfort  Formerly  such 
delights  were  forbidden  save  within  five 
miles  of  the  campus,  and  it  is  also  an- 
nounced that  the  purpose  of  this  innova- 
tion is"to  furtherthecauseof  education." 
This  latter  announcement  we  laud  as 
thoroughly  commendable.  It  is  a  splen- 
did gesture  against  the  social  hypocrisy 
so  prevalent  in  educational  institutions 
throughout  the  land  While  noting  this 
bit  ot  news  we  cannot  help  recalling  the 
founding  of  the  present  Mills  College  in 
1852  as  The  Young  Ladies'  Seminary  by 
one  Mary  Atkins,  graduate  of  Oberlin, 
Ohio  From  all  accounts  Mary  Atkins 
was  a  sternly  puritanical,  upright  soul, 
as  was  Susan  Tolman  Mills,  who  pre- 
sided for  many  years  over  the  college 
and  for  whom  it  is  named  Surely  these 
two  righteous  pioneers  would  turn  over 
in  their  graves,  should  news  reach  them 
of  a  campus  smoking  room.  But  then, 
how  times  do  change  I 


At  some  spot  in  Paris,  we  are  told, 
j[\^  one  can  see  the  world  and  his  wife 
pass  by  if  one  waits  long  enough  Could 
it  be  the  Parisian  equivalent  of  our  Ferry 
Building'  On  one  Sunday  night  it  was 
our  privilege  to  walk  by  the  side  of  an 
elderly  gentleman  resplendent  in  evening 
clothes  and  silk  topper.  As  he  tried  to 
cross  CO  the  left  of  us  he  stumbled  in  the 
path  of  a  party  of  six  sportsmen  bur- 
dened with  surt  rods  and  camping  equip- 
inent.  The  elderly  gentleman  iTiust  have 
been  in  a  hurry  for  he  continued  toward 
the  cars,  unawarechataturbaned  Hindoo, 
in  overalls,  was  immediately  behind  him. 
When  che  car  left  the  terminal  the  elderly 
gentleman  was  seated  next  to  a  tall 
sinuous  Negress  and  her  boy  friend,  a 
replica  of  Florian  Slappey.  Three  col- 
legians made  subdued  whoopee  to  the 
evident  amusement  ot  their  girl  friends. 
And  staring  at  the  inebriated  sextette 
were  two  young  Orientals,  in  knickers 
and  hiking  outfits. 


TOILING  and  puffing  up  the  steep  slope 
of  one  ot  the  city's  steepest  hills  to 
the  studio  ot  an  artist  whose  originality 
and  versatility  have  startled  even  the 
most  modern  of  the  modernists,  we  sus- 
tained our  strength  with  a  comforting 
thought.  We  would  look  upon  canvases 
of  such  superior  order  and  advanced 
symbolic  significance  as  to  render  them 
impossible  of  understanding  by  inferior 
and  lesser  minds. 

Our  host  received  us,  pressed  tea  upon 
us  and  brought  forth  his  latest  master- 
piece done  in  che  manner  of  the  German 
school  (so  he  said).  He  set  it  upon  an 
easel  and  stepped  back.  We  gazed  upon 
it  in  bewildered  silence,  venturing 
neither  comment  nor  criticism  lest  we 
reveal  the  limitations  of  our  knowledge. 
Our  host  squinted  at  the  thing  with  one 
eye  closed  and  over  the  top  of  a  sheet  of 
paper.  He  was  annoyed  and  puzzled  at 
something.  Finally  he  took  up  the  can- 
vas again,  turned  it  this  way  and  that 
and  at  last  restored  it  to  its  easel.  The 


ends  were  reversed  froiTi  their  original 
position  and  che  artist  was  still  plainly 
puzzled. 

But  then,  that  is  the  way  with  mod- 
ern art — not  even  its  creators  can  always 
be  certain  which  is  face  up  or  face  down. 


BEING  scill  in  chac  absurd  juvenile  state 
where  birthdays  are  events  to  be 
announced  loudly  to  the  world,  we 
mount  the  stump  and  call  attention  to 
the  fact  chac  with  the  next  issue  we  are  two 
years  old.  Two  years  ago  next  December 
The  San  Franciscan  made  its  appear- 
ance in  a  world  where  there  were  too 
many  publications,  too  much  traffic,  too 
many  Fords,  too  many  devices  of  one 
kind  or  another,  seeking  to  amuse  or 
educate  the  public,  as  the  case  might  be. 
The  competition  was  heavy,  but  by 
the  kindly  providence  that  takes  care  ot 
foolhardy  journalists  and  publishers, 
who  rush  in  where  angels.  Big  Bankers 


and  Good  Business  Men  fear  to  tread, 
we  have  survived.  Nay,  after  a  fashion, 
we  have  flourished.  Through  our  pages 
a  score  or  so  ot  Western  writers  who 
were  languishing  in  neglect  have  found 
cheir  firsc  voice  and  larger  recognicion  in 
Eastern  publishing  circles.  Several  artists 
have  likewise  been  "discovered."  We 
have  been  quoted  in  other  fairly  respect- 
able journals.  We  recently  landed  in 
Herr  Mencken's  incomparable  Ameri- 
cana— a  signal  achievement.  We  are 
therefore,  more  than  certain  that  we  are 

"made";  that  we  have  "arrived." 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

AWHILE  back  we  found  in  our  mail 
box  a  small  book  called  The 
Cellar  Builder,  sent  to  us  by  a  certain 
colony  of  Italian  grape  growers,  which 
has  brought  fame  to  the  Sonoma  Valley. 

From  the  little  volume  we  learned 
that  a  Cellar  Builder  is  a  man,  who  will, 
upon  request,  call  upon  us,  investigate 
the  needs  of  our  cellar  and  to  remedy  its 
shortcomings  will  deliver  as  great  a 
quantity  and  as  many  varieties  ot  grape 
juice  as  we  care  co  purchase.  This,  che 
book  states  is  strictly  legal.  We  can,  with 
immunity,  thumb  our  nose  at  anyone 
who  attempts  to  prevent  us  from  buy- 
ing, selling,  receiving,  having  or  trans- 
porting grape  juice.  With  this  informa- 
tion the  book  ends. 

But  our  knowledge  of  the  mysterious 
ways  in  which  cellars  are  nowadays  re- 
stocked leads  us  to  suspect  that,  the  Cel- 
lar Builder  will  obligingly  furnish  in- 
formation as  to  how  our  grape  juice  may 
be  converted  into  beverages  of  light, 
sparkling  body,  delicate  odor  and  other 
exhilarating    properties.    Very    fine    all 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


II 


this  C3ur  unly  lament  is  that  the  grape 
growers  producing  this  juice  must,  of 
necessity,  depart  so  sadly  from  the 
simple  honesty  ol  their  lorefathers  and 
native  land  in  the  matter  ot  restocking 
cellars. 

▼        ▼        T 

WITHOUT  any  other  calendar,  the 
end  ot  a  perfect  Sabbath  might 
still  be  marked  by  the  remains  ot  the 
Sunday  paper,  scattered  liberally  over 
the  landscape  Pink  sheets  on  the  green 
lawns  ot  the  parks,  green  sheets  on  the 
dusty  hillsides  of  Marin;  funnies  and 
rotogravure  szctions  slapped  into  one's 
face  or  blown  trickily  about  one's  ankles 
by  a  roguish  wind.  Many  residential  sec- 
tions of  San  Francisco  resemble  the 
paper-chases  of  our  childhood.  Chewing- 
gum  wrappers,  peanut  bags,  the  tinfoil 
ot  departed  candies,  the  pink  covers  of 
sunkist  fruit  reinforce  the  mass-attacks 
of  iTiorning  and  evening  news  ,  .  .  The 
householder  sweeps  them  from  her  yard 
onto  the  sidewalk;  the  small-store  owner 
sweeps  them  from  his  sidewalk  into  the 
street;  the  wind,  behind  his  back,  picks 
them  up  to  scatter  again  on  yards  and 
sidewalks. 

Two  years  ago  Vienna  looked  at  its 
littered  sidewalks  with  disgust.  It  had 
already  provided  numerous  iron  baskets, 
attached  inconspicuously  to  the  poles  of 
street-lamps  (a  vast  improvement  on 
the  garbage  cans  of  our  parks) ;  but  still 
trolley-tickets  and  chestnut  shells  con- 
tinued to  drop  like  rain,  A  city  ordinance 
was  passed,  fining  with  fifteen  cents  the 
careless  scatterer.  And  it  was  enforced. 
Did  you  drop  but  a  tear  on  Kaertener- 
strasse  or  the  Ring,  a  hand  blocked  your 
way.  "Onemoment,  aschillinge,  please." 
And  you  might  pay  or  gather  up  your 
cast-off  trifle. 

▼       T       ▼ 

AS  NATIVE  born  San  Franciscans,  we 
,,  pride  ourselves  on  the  complete- 
ness of  our  knowledge  of  the  city.  Con- 
sequently,  it  was  quite  a  blow  to  our 


pride  to  discover  upon  reading  a  con- 
densed city  directory  gotten  out  for  tour- 
ists and  strangers  that,  there  are  some 
facts  and  places  about  the  city  of  which 
we  were  unaware. 

We  found,  for  instance,  several  build- 
ings in  the  heart  of  the  financial  district 
that  we  did  not  know  existed — The 
Dividend,  Academy,  Vulcan,  Marvin, 
Carmen  Johnson  and  Grape  Growers 
Buildings.  The  last  named  greatly  in- 
trigued us.  We  speculated  idly  that  it 
ought  to  be  better  known. 


We  noticed  also  that  47  foreign  coun 
tries  maintain  consular  offices  in  the 
city  Among  them  such  places  as  Es- 
thonia,  Latvia,  i-iberia,  Dominican  Re- 
public, Monaco  and  an  office  where  the 
Serbs,  Croats  and  Slovenes  may  tell  their 
troubles.  These  we  must  sadly  confess 
are  little  more  than  names  to  us,  vaguely 
associated  in  our  minds  with  revolutions 
with  great  whiskered  men  and  women 
who  wear  bright  colored  shawls.  Pre- 
sumably, however,  they  and  their  citi- 
zens are  factors  ot  some  importance  in 
the  world, 

▼     T     ▼ 

IN  ONE  of  our  Bigger  and  Better  Down- 
town Business  buildings  devoted  to 
Service  and  Self-immolation,  a  small, 
middle  aged  man  strode   into  the  ele- 


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vator  smoking  a  cigaret.  After  the  car 
left  the  ground  floor,  the  operator  turned 
and  grunted,  "no  smoking  here." 
Abashed,  the  culprit  stepped  on  his  cig- 
aret and  said  something  about  being 
sorry  but  he  had  nor  seen  the  sign. 
"That's  all  right,"  admitted  the  operator. 
Then  confidentially,  "but  we  don't  per- 
mit smoking  here,  I  got  asthma." 


I 


N  THIS  business  of  first  printing  the 
works  of  young  and  talented  writers 
there  is  always  an  eleinent  of  chance  and 
probability  that  lends  it  a  great  zest. 
Back  in  the  iS5o's  Bret  Harte  was 
drudging  in  obscurity  at  a  type  case  in 
the  old  Qoldcn  Era  composing  room, 
Charles  Henry  Webb,  a  New  York  jour- 
nalist, came  to  San  Francisco  and  in  a 
burst  ot  enthusiasm  tor  the  town  and  its 
then  turbulent  scenes  conceived  the  idea 
of  founding  a  literary  journal,  Tlie  Cali- 
fornian. 

Webb  invited  Harte  to  contribute  to 
his  first  issue  and  received  from  him  a 
poeiTi  and  humorous  article.  Both  works 
were  unsigned,  as  the  editors  and  staff 
had  a  quaint  idea  that  the  paper  should 
be  impersonal  Any  faiTie  should  belong 
to  it  alone,  rather  than  to  any  one  con- 
tributor. Later  the  policy  was  aban- 
doned. Mark  Twain  was  another  writer 
who  also  printed  his  first  work  in  this 
pioneer  publication. 

After  a  wavering,  hectic  career  of 
some  twelve  years,  Tlic  Calijornian  died 
an  untimely  death.  However,  its  short 
existence  was  more  than  justified  in  that 
it  introduced  two  writers  whose  names 
and  fame  are  inseparably  linked  with 
San  Francisco's  oldest  and  best  literary 
traditions.    Who   knows   but  what  we 


(The  San  Franciscan)  may  yet  discover 

authors,  who  will  eventually  equal  the 

records  of  Mark  Twain  and  Bret  Harte? 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

THIS  one  from  The  San  Francisco 
Irihunc,  a  political  publication 
with  headquarters  in  the  North  Beach 
District  The  lines  parody  an  old,  famil- 
iar nursery  rhyme  to  provide  an  exact 
and  feeling  expression  of  pertinent 
thought 
Four  and  twenty  Yankees  feeling  mighty 

dry. 
Motored  to  Vancouver,  to  get  a  shot  ol 

rye: 
When   the   rye  was  opened   the   Yanks 

began  to  sing 
To  Hell  with  old  man  Volstead- -GOD 

SAVE  THE  KING! 


T 


wo  old-fashioned  small  boyshearing 
whispers  to  the  effect  that  there 
"ain't  no  Santa  Claus,"  took  the  matter 
under  advisement,  and  being  much  per- 
turbed, finally  submitted  the  question  to 
that  oracle  of  childhood,  "mamma 

Mamma  assured  them  that  there  is 
a  Santa  Claus  in  no  uncertain  terms,  and 
tor  a  time  they  were  content. 

Further  rumors  reached  their  ears 
however,  until  at  length  two  full- 
fledged  doubters  were  born.  Still  there 
was  enough  of  the  old  faith  left  to  cause 
them  to  determine  to  investigate  first- 
hand 

Christmas  Eve  arriving,  they  made  a 
covenant  to  remain  awake  to  watch 
developments.  Full  two  hours  they 
rolled  and  tossed  and  whispered  when 
Morpheus  won  his  battle  with  the 
younger  lad.  Sonny,  who  then  began  to 
give  vent  to  juvenile  snores. 

But  the  other  lad.  Tommy,  was  made 
of  sterner  stuff.  Another  hour  passed 
before  things  began  to  happen 

Tommy  watched  with  bated  breath 
while  the  tree  was  dressed,  and  then, 
satisfied,  he  turned  over  and  went  to 
sleep. 

Next  morning.  Sonny  was  all  agog. 

"Did  you  see  Santa?  Oh,  Tommy 
what  did  he  look  like?  Why  didn't  you 
wake  me,  Tommy?" 


Tommy  was  adamant  at  first  but 
finally  tiring,  after  the  youngster  had  re- 
peated his  questions,  in  the  same  identi- 
cal order,  for  upwards  of  an  hour,  he 
growled  an  answer  to  all  three 

"Yeah,  I  saw  him,  and  he  didn't  look 
like  much,  and  I  didn't  wake  you  up 
because  all  he  did  was  crawl  into  bed 
with  mamma  and  go  to  sleep!" 


12 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Sad  Stories 

A  Sympathetic  Reporter  Records  Three  American  Tragedies 


By  CAREY  McWlLLlAMS 


I  MET   the    Fowlers    in    Europe     \Vc 
crossed  on  the  same  liner    1  got  co 
know  them  quite  well  A  most  amaz- 
ing pair,  they  were     I  have  never  met  a 
couple  so  utterly   fatuous    They  knew 
nothing;  they  had  no  definite  interests; 
they  could   discuss   nothing;   they 
were  nothing.  For  days  on  end  1 
endeavored,  out  of  a  purely  scien- 
tific   interest,    to    find    something 
that  the  male  Fowler  knew  and  my 
failure  was  as  abysmal  as  his  ignor- 
ance. 1  could  gain  no  clew  as  to 
who  he  was,  what  he  was  or  what 
he  did.  His  inanity  was  of  a  pecul- 
iar variety :  it  was  not  merely  irri- 
tating, it  was  nihilistic  It  destroyed 
your  faith   in   native  intelligence. 
He  was  mindless    Yet  the  couple 
were  well-groomed,  had  an  abun- 
dance of  money,  and  seemed  quite 
happy. 

Once,  on  our  return  trip,  Fow- 
ler did  make  an  admission.  I  was 
getting  morbidly  curious  about  the 
man  and  was  bent  on  finding  out 
something  about  him  1  said;  "1 
suppose  you  are  one  of  those  for- 
tunate fellows,  Fowler,  who  either 
inherited  a  fortune  or  married 
one."  He  only  smiled  and  then  an- 
swered ;  "No,  I  am  not  guilty  Per- 
haps in  a  sense  1  did  marry  one,  but 
only  indirectly  You  see  we  have  a 
very  talented  daughter  who  is  a 
great  success  on  the  stage,  has  been 
in  fact  for  years,  and  she  is  very 
generous  with  us  We  owe  our  leisure 
and  independence  to  her  "  I  hastily 
searched  my  memory  for  an  actress 
whose  name  was  Fowler 

"Does  you  daughter  have  a  stage 
name?"  I  asked. 

He  was  a  trifle  hesitant  in  replying, 
but  finally  said;  "No — she  is  known  as 
Lou  Fowler."  And  then  he  added;  "She 
is  a  great  comfort  to  us  and  we're  quite 
fond  of  her  "  I  thought  it  rather  unusual 
that  a  couple  of  the  approximate  age  of 
thirty  should  have  a  daughter  who  was 
so  great  a  theatrical  success  that  she 
could  retire  her  parents  in  such  a  lavish 
manner. 

We  parted  at  New  York  and  I  did  not 
see  them  again.  One  night,  a  few  weeks 
later,  I  was  in  a  cinema  palace  in  Los 
Angeles.  The  audience  was  being  enter- 
tained by  a  so-called  "prologue  "  It  was 
tedious  stuff,  for  a  few  minutes.  Then 
the  stage  cleared,  and  a  tiny  infant 
danced  out  from  behind  an  immense 
curtain  and  began  to  dance.  She  had  on 
pink  tights;  was  only  inches  tall  and  had 
big  blue  eyes  and  golden  hair    Her  age 


would  have  been  difficult  to  estimate, 
other  than  to  suggest  that  she  seemed  to 
have  escaped  from  a  nursery.  She  was 
less  than  a  child;  she  was  a  baby.  Her 
dancing  made  you  nervous  Wasn't  she 
going  to  break  her  back?  Wouldn't  some 


Studies  in  LoveJ 

By  M.  I. 

Platonic 

And  so,  my  dear,  lo  keep  our  friendship  calm 
I  go  lo  seek  lo^'e  e/seu'/iere   Only  thus 
With  heart  assuaged  and  lips  bereft  of  fire.'' 
.Mag  I  bend  near  gou,  meet  gour  ege.f  KK'ith  mine 

Sacred 

Although  I'd  I'erg  much  prejer 

To  loi'e  and  still  be  free, 

I  cannot  bear  to  think  of  gou 

Not  being  bound  to  we_' 

So  come:  Let's  dance  to  "Lohengrin, 

r II  risk  the  chains  to  keep  gou  in! 

Profanej> 

With  gou  I  dare  acknou-ledge  what  is  true.''. 
That  loi'e  is  LOJ'K,  and  little  it  matters  who 
The  loved  one  is   Ah  ges,  mg  dear,  with  gou 
I  dare — At  home,  it  would  be  follg  to! 


one  stop  it !  At  times  she  became  in- 
volved in  contortions  that  can  only  be 
described  as  painful  The  mob  roared  its 
applause  for  her  performance. 

Later,  outside  the  theater,  I  scanned 
the  posters.  "Baby  Lou  —  the  Kid 
Dancer — All  this  Week."  And  then 
electrically  illuminated  against  the  sky; 
"Baby  Lou  Fowler — All  This  Week." 

I  learned  later  from  the  newspapers 
that  my  friends  the  Fowlers  had  acquired 
a  charming  new  home  in  Beverly  Hills 
and  were  leaving  again  that  fall  for 
Europe. 


THE  Passion  Play  in  Europe  became 
the  Pilgrimage  Play  in  Aurora 
The  burning  cross  on  the  hill-top, 
back  of  Woodland,  the  suburb  of  Aurora 
where  the  play  had  its  home,  beckoned 
to  the  sinners  to  ascend,  kneel  and  be 
cured  of  vice.  But  if  Woodland  failed  to 
attend,  the  tourists  never  did.  It  was  "a 
nice  place  to  take  people — something 
out  of  the  usual."  If  your  Aunt  Willie 


from  Plattsburg  or  Cousin  Jo  from  St. 
Louis  appeared  on  the  scene,  and  all  your 
native  ingenuity  (ailed  to  suggest  what 
to  do  with  her  and  how  to  keep  her  from 
talking  about  the  affairs  of  her  neighbors 
in  the  east,  you  took  her  to  the  Pilgrim- 
age Play  one  night  and  the  Mission 
Play  the  next.  Failing  in  other 
divertisements,  you  could  repeat 
the  process,  for  visitors  never 
wearied  of  seeing  these  two  heavily 
subsidized  institutions  of  the  local 
chamber  of  commerce. 

It  was  my  duty  as  a  dramatic 
critic  for  the  Morning  Sentinel  to 
give  the  Pilgrimage  Play  an  occa- 
sional notice  But  what  to  write 
about  it^  What  to  say  about  a  play 
that  had  been  kept  running  for 
years  bv  local  houses  of  commerce? 
About  the  only  thing  for  the  de- 
spairing critic  to  do  was  to  com- 
pare this  year's  performance  with 
that  ten  years  ago  and  mystify  the 
living  by  discussion  of  the  dead. 
This  ancient  ruse,  used  year  in  and 
year  out  by  critics  addicted  to  the 
use  of  cliches,  failed  me.  1  refused 
to  continue  in  the  tradition  of 
banal  comparison.  I  would  write 
something  new  ;  an  interview  with 
Jesus.  I  would  interview  the  man 
who  enacted  the  role  of  Jesus  and 
write  a  story  about  him. 

Accordingly  I  arrived  at  the 
scene  of  the  Pilgrimage  Play  at  an 
early  hour  and  made  my  way  into 
the  dressing  room  of  the  actor  who  was 
that  year  enacting  the  role  of  Jesus.  He 
received  me  warmly,  too  warmly  in 
fact,  and  I  became  immediately  suspi- 
cious of  his  breath?  Was  he  intoxicated? 
It  seemed  incredible  He  began  a  lengthy 
monologue  about  this  phase  of  the  play 
and  then  about  another,  the  while  he 
donned  his  costume  and  made  ready  for 
his  appearance. 

"Would  you  care  for  a  drink?"  he 
asked  in  a  slightly  abashed  manner,  and 
feeling  myself  in  good  company,  I  as- 
sented. We  drank  to  the  success  of  each 
other. 

"How  do  you  really  like  your  part  in 
the  play?"  I  asked  him. 

"It's  awful.  Simply  too  awful,  too 
damned  awful,  for  words.  It  sickens 
unto  death.  I've  played  Caesar,  Marc 
Anthony,  Hamlet,  and  Cyrano,  and 
done  them  all  with  grace,  but  there  is 
something  uncannily  depressing  about 
this  role  of  Jesus.  I  can't  make  a  go  of  it. 
I  confess  that  it  has  driven  me  to  the 
constant  use  of  intoxicants.   The  eye- 

Continued  on  page  35 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


13 


Hotel  Sir  Francis  Drake 

Descendinfl  Poivell  Street  lull  one  is  confronted  with  the  mounting  tower  of  this  most  recent  notch 

in  San  Francisco's  skyline. 


14 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Spider  Boy 


Being  a  Few  Notes  on  Carl  Van  Vechten  and  His  Hollywood  Opus 


Bv  MARCELLA  BURKE 


How  can  one  "un\cil"  Van 
W'clitcn's  Spider  Boy?  Or  why 
should  it  he  inncilcd  is  proh- 
ahlv  a  better  question^ 

To  crv  to  tell  you  just  iclio  the  difter- 
cnc  characters  arc  in  the  novel  would  be 
an  act  of  indelicacy  Then  too,  it  would 
be  slightly  diilicult  to  explain  that  in 
many  cases,  Van  Vechten  ,  knowing 
just  such  curiosity  was  being  aroused  .  .  . 
buried  his  famous  people  with  strange 
names  into  a  composite  person  with 
various  characteristics 

And  then,  too,  the  \'ery  thing  which 
Carl  has  done  would  be  made  more 
damning  h\  me 

The  adroit  Van  Vechten  has  taken 
the  outstanding  short  comings  ot  several 
actresses,  rolled  them  none  too  neatly 
into  a  flamboyant  creature  and  called  her 
Imperia  Starling. 

One  following  the  unbelievable  antics 
of  the  neurotic  Imperia,  can  at  times  see 
a  fragment  o(  Pola  Negri,  then  on 
another  page,  this  amazing  woman 
seems  possessed  with  the  moods  of 
Greta  Garbo,  and  her  gowns  are  quite 
like  the  ones  Marion  Davies  wears  .  .  . 
or  Gloria  Swanson  and  so  on 

It  is  needless  to  whisper  the  true  name 
of  that  "gentleman  with  the  face  like  an 
old  Greek  coin"  who  does  unlovely 
things  with  his  fingers  and  nose — for  the 
betrayal  puts  one  in  the  same  class 

Van  Vechten  has  been  none  too  subtle 
when  it  came  to  his  description  ot  Ariane 
Norvell  .  .  .  "with  strange  green  eyes, 
coils  of  pink  hair  arranged  in  a  coronet 
about  her  head  " 

And  could  Ambrose  Deacon  be  any 
other  than  the  novelist  himselP  Ambrose, 
shy,  and  cursed  with  Fame  and  being  a 
man  at  the  same  time  . ,  shows  thruough- 
out  the  book  just  how  tar  one  can  go  in 
Hollywood. 


Ambrose  listens  to  Ariane  at  a  dinner 
party  given  by  Imperia.  It  is  a  mono- 
logue in  the  approved  style  of  the  Lady 
who  made  "Three  Weeks"  interesting 
to  shop  girls  so  many  years  ago. 

A  monologue  deliciously  like  Madam 
hands  out  in  real  life.  .  .  .  "They  are 
drinking  too  much.  They  are  smoking 
too  much.  Slaves!  Slaves!  I  shall  never 
become  a  slave.  I  hate  slaves!  One  is 
obliged  to  decide  whether  to  live  for  the 
moment  or  to  become  immortal.  I  have 
chosen  to  become  immortal.  I  shall  leave 
behind  me  a  message  to  make  ten  million 
people  better,  ten  million  people  happier. 
Recently  I  reread  'Love  is  Too  Much,' 
my  best  novel.  A  masterpiece,  Mr. 
Deacon,  a  beautiful,  immortal  master- 
piece." 

And  then  Van  Vechten  becomes  caus- 
tic, rusty-edged  in  his  cartoons,  verbal 
cartoons  of  different  producers  and  direc- 
tors in  Hollywood. 


He  tells  you  that  they  arc  a  stupid  lot 
with  only  money,  vast  amounts  of 
money  with  which  to  buy  up  Fame. 

T        T        T 

Or  COURSE  Hollywood  leaps  at  Suc- 
cess. It  has  to  specialize  with 
success.  What  of  it  if  many  of  these  men 
have  no  cultural  background'  What  of 
that?  They  still  have  an  enviable  quality. 
They  have  made  good  at  their  own 
game.  They  have  tremendous  ability  to 
Organize.  Even  if  at  times  they  are  like 
mad  generals  leading  armies  into  un- 
known fields  .  .  .  the  indomitable  fact 
remains    .  .  They  lead  on.  .  .  . 

Van  Vechten  has  been  lavishly  wined 
and  dined  by  the  most  famous  He 
became  infuriated  when  some  ot  the 
celebrities  played  a  joke  on  him  .  .  .  the 
time  they  introduced  Madelon  Hurlock 
to  him  as  a  charming  young  octaroon.  .  . 

Upon  discovering  that  he  had  been 
made  the  target  of  a  practical  joke  .  .  . 
which  he  undoubtedly  deserved  ...  he 
became  so  enraged  that  he  announced 
then  and  there  that  he  would  write  up 
the  morons  who  invade  the  golden  con- 
fines of  Holly  wood.  He  said  many  things 
in  his  rage.  .  .  .  "Spider  Boy"  is  his  threat 
brought  to  life.  He  has  deliberately 
burlesqued  his  best  friends  in  the  social 
and  business  world.  He  has  hoped  to 
swing  into  greater  popularity  by  thumb- 
ing his  nose  at  former  hosts  and  host- 
esses. .  .  . 

The  effect  has  been  the  opposite.  It  is 
a  bad  book,  a  very  bad  book  written  in 
very  bad  taste. 

To  quote  Wei  ford  Beaton  in  "The 
Film  Spectator  "  .  .  ,  "Louella  Parsons 
complained  that  'Spider  Boy'  was  not  a 
true  picture  of  Hollywood,  and  that  the 
author  had  been  ungracious  in  his  treat- 
ment  of  a   community   that  had   been 

Continued  on  page  42 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


Janets  Gaynoi^ 

Hmnng  aauUed  to  stardom  in  "Seventh  Heaven"  and  subsequently  done  exceptional  work  in  "Sunrise" 

and  "Street  Angel,"  Jliss  Gay  nor  is  now  engaged  in  the  filming  oj 

"The  Street  Fair"  by  Tristam  Tupper 


16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Spotlight 


Wherein  the  Caliph  Reviews  Some  Current  Attractions 


KoNf.  n"  ac  tlic  New  Capitol 
Theatre  might  be  set  down  as  a 
.  Scotchman's  idea  of  a  perfect 
play.  It  pro\'ides  a  thrill  from  every 
known  melodrama  that  has  flaunted 
itsclt  on  Broadwav  these  last  ten  seasons 
Any  man  who  through  thritt  or  financial 
incapacit\'  has  passed  up  the  theatre  tor 
the  aforementioned  period  may  recover 
all  his  lost  ground  by  attendmg  one  per- 
formance of  "Kongo  "  There  is  the 
background  from  "Cobra,"  the  black- 
and-tan  charmer  trom  "White  Cargoes," 
the  tom-tom  beating  from  "Emperor 
Jones,"  the  boomerang  daughter  froni 
"Shanghai  Gesture,"  the  phosphorescent 
spook  from  "The  Spider,"  the  mission- 
ary grown  rather  human,  trom  "Rain," 
the  skeleton  trom  "The  Wooden  Ki- 
mono" and  the  inexitable  cockney  come- 
dian from  almost  any  British  colonial 
drama  worth  mentioning  The  pathos 
and  thrills  are  provided  by  a  lady  of  set- 
upon  virtue  with  a  tropical  disease  which 
attacks  the  intestines,  a  renegade  doctor 
who  is  a  dope  fiend,  an  operation  per- 
formed on  the  stage,  the  shooting  of  a 
black  ea\'esdroppcr,  the  wearing  down 
of  a  man's  ncr\c  to  the  point  of  insanity 
by  espionage,  a  maddened  pack  of  black 
savages  bent  on  sacrifice  in  the  name  of 
voodooism,  a  spiritual  seance,  a  native 
girl  on  the  point  of  having  her  tongue 
twisted,  the  escape  of  the  hero  and 
heroine  through  a  malarial  jungle  after  a 
ten  days'  battle  with  murder,  sickness 
and  sudden  death,  and  the  most  relent- 
less, doggoned,  black-snake  wielding, 
persecuting  hero-villain  in  a  wheel  chair 
that  we  has  encountered  outside  the 
pages  of  Alexandre  Dumas  or  Uncle 
Tom's  Cabin.  If  you  are  one  to  be 
afl^righted  by  so  much  nerve-racking  in- 
tensity take  heart-.  Comic  relief  in  the 
shape  of  a  cockney  retainer  is  constantly 
at  hand  to  save  the  evening  from  be- 
coming too  exciting  or  too  lofty.  An 
actor  named  Buddy  Clarke  performs  this 
service  with  unction  and  an  authenti- 
cally humorous  touch  throughout  the 
entire  play.  Mr.  Clarke  is  a  comedian 
born  and  we  suspect  that  his  training  has 
been  extremely  competent  The  only 
clever  lines  in  the  play  fell  to  his  lot  and 
he  wrung  e\'ery  one  of  them  dry  Wc 
further  suspect,  from  the  gentleman's 
nimble  footwork,  that  he  could  shake  a 
festive  hoof.  Musical  comedy  should  be 
his  oyster,  or  we  miss  our  guess 

One  thing  has  worried  us,  however, 
since  we  came  away  from  the  perform- 
ance. Did  the  lady  with  the  tropical 
disease  ever  swallow  the  medicine  that 


IH'  CHARLES  CALDWELL  DOBIE 

the  magnificent  black  runner  brought 
for  her  salvation?  It  was  very  precious 
medicine  and  yet,  once  it  arrived,  no- 
body seemd  to  take  the  slightest  interest 
in  it.  However  a  medicine-taking  scene 
was  the  only  dramatic  situation  which 
the  authors  missed    Wc  are   not  com- 

Farewell 

By  Rex  Smith 

/  sit  by  a  (J ale ' 

Inhere  roads  wind  ouf~^ 

Toward  loneliness. 

The  niflhl  conies  down. 
And  stars  peep,  wondering 
If  I  am  wean/ 

People  pass  me  and  smile/ 
E' en  there  are  those  who  sneei^ 
As  they  wander  hi/ 

When  theii  are  pone  awai/ 

I  close  mi/  ei/es 

To  the  terror  of  lonfl  silences  .  .  . 

And  hold  a  hroken  hearts' 

In  outstretched  hands  .  .  . 

As  I  sit  hi/  a  (/ate 
Jf'here  roads  wind  ouL^' 
Toward  loneliness, 

Just  waitmfl 

To  tell  i/ou,  "Good-hi/e!" 

plaining,  we  got  more  than  the  worth  of 
our  passes,  but  we  should  like  to  feel 
that  the  hero  averted  the  disaster  which 
threatened  the  intestines  of  the  lady  of 
his  heart.  t    t    t 

IF  THE  opening  bill  of  the  Players 
Guild  had  done  nothing  more  than 
confirm  our  impressions  of  the  ex- 
ceptional talent  of  Beatrice  Benadarct  it 
would  have  served  its  purpose  so  far  as 
we  were  concerned.  But  the  production 
of  "The  Witch"  went  infinitely  further. 
It  provided  good  poetic  melodrama  and 
by  the  same  token,  a  nnson  d'etre  for  the 
Guild's  existence  Even  with  the  gloom 
spread  almost  too  thickly  over  four  acts, 
the  compensation  of  real  dramatic  thrills 
repaid  the  audience  for  its  fictitious  suf- 
fering We  think  the  author  might  have 
managed,  with  a  little  ingenuity,  to 
bring  his  climax  within  the  range  of  the 
third  act  and  spared  us  the  lugubrious 
cathedral  scene  Personally,  we  should 
rather  see  a  witch  burned  at  the  stake 
than  attend  a  funeral  service  of  any  kind 
and,  when  the  curtain  rose  upon  an  in- 
terior resembling  a  mortuary  chapel,  we 
felt  distinctly  trapped  However,  as  soon 
as  the  bells  stopped  tolling  and  the  peas- 
ants had  their  cry  out  the  family  began 


to  row  and  things  looked  up  There  is 
nothing  so  dramatically  heartening  as  a 
good  family  rumpus,  especially  one  that 
involves  a  mother-in-law  and  her  son's 
wife.  But,  unfortunately  for  all  mothers- 
in-law,  tried  and  true,  the  period  in  the 
world's  history  when  daughters-in-law 
could  be  bundled  off  to  the  faggot  pile  as 
a  witch  has  been  dishearteningly  brief. 
But  if  there  is  one  function  in  which  the 
drama  excels  it  is  in  providing  vicarious 
thrills  for  its  audience  and  we  are  sure 
that  many  a  mother-in-law  had  a  happy 
ten  minutes  before  the  final  curtain  in 
identifying  herself,  through  the  compe- 
tent art  of  May  Nannery,  with  an  old 
lady  who  could  triumph  so  completely. 

The  only  comic  interlude  in  the  play 
produced  an  astounding  bit  of  portrai- 
ture by  V.  Talbot  Henderson.  We  never 
remember  seeing  a  better  bit  of  inebriety 
on  any  stage.  Mr.  Henderson's  very 
breath  seemed  wafted  across  the  foot- 
lights, and  the  applause  which  nightly 
followed  his  exit  was  a  testimony  not 
only  to  his  art  but  the  love  that  the 
v./orld  holds  for  genial  tipplers.  Ranged 
along  side  the  God-fearing,  witch-burn- 
ing, exemplary  characters  that  dragged 
their  tiresome  consciences  across  the 
stage,  the  drunken  priest  of  Fane  stood 
out  like  a  bright  and  shining  angel  of 
commendable  human  frailty  and  good 
will. 

It  is  many  moons  since  we  have  been 
so  uneasy  and  worried  as  we  were  in  the 
scene  where  the  son  and  his  attractive 
stepmother  indulged  in  a  prolonged  pet- 
ting party.  By  the  time  the  slam  of  an 
outer  door  came  to  warn  them  that 
father  had  returned,  the  palms  of  our 
hands  were  moist,  anticipating  the  usual 
unpleasantness.  But  the  author  happily 
descended  to  no  such  commonplace  trick 
as  a  couple  surprised  at  love-making  He 
had  a  much  greater  shock  in  store  for 
friend  husband,  of  which  we  shortly 
became  dramatically  aware. 

The  mob  off-stage  gave  vocal  evi- 
dences of  virility  quite  at  odds  with  the 
petticoats  that  swarmed  over  the  garden 
wall  to  their  witch  baiting.  And  in  the 
last  act  the  absence  of  any  males  except 
the  clergy  at  the  funeral  services  sug- 
gested that  the  masculine  rank  and  file 
of  Bergen  felt  the  same  way  about  obse- 
quies as  we  did. 

▼    ▼    ▼ 

THE  second  production  of  the  Guild, 
"The  Devil  in  the  Cheese,"  was  a 
much    merrier    opus    than"  The 
Witch"  but  chat  is  about  all  we  can  say 

Continued  on  pa^c  40 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


17 


France — The  Parisian's  mistress  of  the  moment  is  supposed  to 
be  smoking  French  cigarettes,  of  course,  but  at  the  Talkie  pre- 
hear, the  frantic  director  realizes  that  he  has  stupidly  starred  a 
Lucky  Strike  contralto. 


Canada — Again  we  get  mixed  up  on  the  accents.  The  plaid 
shirt,  coonskin  cap  and  other  paraphernalia  turn  Luigi  into  a 
convincing  canuck  until  he  opens  his  mouth  and  speaks  in  true 
North  Beach. 


18 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Gordon  Craig 

His  Influence  and  Art  at  Last  Reach  America 


After  having  rung  the  changes  ot 
AA  theatrical  c\'olution  throughout 
^  \.Europe  the  influence  ot  Gordon 
Craig  has  at  last  reached  America,  v\  here 
his  work  is  about  to  find  "a  local  habita- 
tion and  a  name"  in  Mr.  Douglas  Ross' 
production  ot  the  British  artist's  present- 
ment of  "Macbeth  "  tor  George  C. 
Tyler. 

Visiting  Mr.  Craig  in  his  secluded 
villa  on  the  coast  of  Genoa  a  few  weeks 
ago,  I  had  the  opportunity  of  realizing 
the  versatility  ot  his  genius,  the  spon- 
taneous gaiety  ot  his  spirit,  and  the  force 
ot  his  intellectual  integrity.  For  a  series 
of  delighttul  hours,  1  was  his  guest  at  his 
home  at  the  Villa  della  Costa  di  Ser- 
retto. 

1  approached  his  gate  in  fear  and 
trembling  for  a  photographer  who,  un- 
invited, had  tried  to  penetrate  the  day 
before,  had  been  chased  from  the  scene 
of  action  by  a  very  convincing  exhibi- 
tion on  the  part  of  Mr.  Craig's  faithful 
but  ferocious  guardian  bull  dog  who 
happens  to  be  a  retriever. 

But  Mr.  Craig  was  expecting  me,  had 
even  invited  me  to  lunch;  I  was  relieved 
at  seeing  his  tall  spare  erect  figure  in  an 
immaculate  white  duck  suit,  move  down 
the  avenue  to  meet  me.  His  silhouette 
under  the  glancing  shades  ot  the  vine- 
clad  pergola  had  the  precision  and  deli- 
cacy of  some  eighteenth  century  portrait. 
Archpriest  of  the  theatre,  revolutionist 
and  recluse,  suave  and  austere,  a  devoted 
father  to  his  grownup  children,  gay  and 
light-hearted  as  a  boy,  meditative  and 
eloquent  as  a  preaching  monk,  his  per- 
sonality is  as  genuine  and  sincere  as  is  his 
straightforward  yet  mystery- fraught  art. 

It  was  high  midday  and  we  lunched 
in  the  cool  of  the  ground  floor  dining 
room.  Lobster,  fried  "fish  fruits,"  salad, 
spinach,  figs  and  melon  formed  the 
courses  of  the  light  but  luscious  meal 
Mr.  Craig;  Mr.  Jeffcott,  British  archi- 
tect, his  triend  and  collaborator;  and 
Mr.  Ross  drank  the  rubicund  wine,  "del 
paese."  Mr.  Craig  chatted  in  his  smooth 
incisive  voice  of  theatre  and  theatrical 
celebrities.  He  has  known  them  all.  His 
favorites  are  those  whose  "voices  are  as 
harmonious  as  their  movements." 

"I  agree  with  Mussolini  that  the 
human  voice  is  generally  ugly,"  he  said 
referring  to  a  statement  of  the  Duce 
about  his  preference  for  the  silent  drama. 
In  comedy  it  is  all  right  that  it  should  be 
so  very  queer — queer  is  a  favorite  word 
of  Craig's — but  in  tragedy  it  becomes 
.  .  .  well  a  tragedy.  Another  problem  is 
to  reduce  the  speeches  of  the  said  ugly 


By  LILIAN  GIBSON 

voices  to  a  minimum.  If  they  had  the 
poignancy  of  conviction,  they  could 
convey  in  three  hundred  and  thirty-tour 
words  the  whole  atmosphere  of  a 
tragedy  like  "Othello"  which  has  three 
thousand  three  hundred  and  thirty-four. 

▼       ▼       T 

WE  PASSED  out  on  to  the  terrace 
where  a  table  had  been  set  out  in 
the  shade  of  Mr.  Craig's  favorite  mag- 
nolia tree.  Beyond  through  the  filigree 
fretwork  of  the  olive  groves  we  glimpsed 
the  scintillating  serenity  of  Italy's  sap- 
phire sea.  A  thick  cigar  between  his  long 
spatulate  fingers,  the  aureole  of  his  white 
hair  moving  gently  in  the  breeze — for  in 
this  setting  I  had  the  unusual  privilege  of 
seeing  Mr.  Craig's  head  deprived  of  its 
traditional  wide-brimmed  black  felt,  in 
which  this  indefatigable  roaming  theatre 
reformer,  Don  Qui.xote  and  Sancho 
Pancha  rolled  into  one,  has  visited  the 
most  remote  corners  of  the  world — Mr. 
Craig  continued  to  entertain  us  in  the  in- 
imitable manner  of  the  veritable  "grand 
seigneur."  Just  as  we  were  all  bent  over 
one  of  his  rarest  drawings,  to  which  he 
was  giving  an  explanation  of  mathe- 
matical exactitude,  Gretchen,  the  Ger- 
man maid,  appeared  on  the  threshold, 
her  widespread  fingers,  ten  impacts  on 
the  motionless  air,  a  gesture  that  had  all 
the  directness  of  drama  ; 

"The  Goldfish  have  cot  out!"  she  ex- 
plained laconically. 

With  one  bound  Gordon  Craig  was 
on  the  topmost  terrace  of  his  craggy 
garden — the  movements  of  this  youth  of 
fifty-six  have  all  the  sprightliness  and 
surprising  alacrity  of  those  of  a  boy  of 
sixteen.  Breathless,  we  followed  more 
slowly  and  tound,  to  the  general  dismay, 
that  the  tank  had  burst  and  the  condition 
of  his  favorite  goldfish  fully  corrobor- 
ated the  dramatic  indications  of  the 
sprawling-fingered  maid.  They  were  left 
more  dry  than  high.  They  lay  wiggling 
in  the  slime.  Most  of  the  afternoon  was 
devoted  to  the  gathering  of  the  goldies 
to  their  native  element.  But  Mr.  Craig 
has  to  a  high  degree  that  characteristic 
gift  of  genius  of  doing  its  work  in  a 
spirit  of  play;  far  from  being  upset  by 
such  domestic  happenings,  generally  sup- 
posed to  devastate  the  inspiration  of 
genius,  he  seemed  actually  stimulated 
With  his  native  genius  for  the  stage,  Mr. 
Douglas  Ross,  rising  to  the  spirit  of  the 
occasion,  directed  operations  with  a 
broomstick  promising  me  that — revenge 
is  sweet — he  would  suppress  this  "prop- 
erty" from  the  witches'  scene  in  the 
forthcoming  production  of  "Macbeth." 


The  faithful,  ferocious  bull  dog  re- 
triever barked  approval  during  the  im- 
provisation. Then  it  was  time  for  tea 
which  we  took  in  the  living  room  under 
the  shadow  of  a  red  staircase,  fretted  and 
panelled  by  Craig's  art  to  a  gleaming 
and  distinct  individuality,  a  living  bridge 
of  communication  between  the  scenes  of 
his  labors  and  his  repose.  With  a  second 
aereal  bound  Mr.  Craig  was  upstairs  in 
the  library,  adjoining  his  private  den; 
crammed  with  valuable  first  editions 
and  rarest  books,  prints  and  masks  from 
all  climes — the  fruit  of  Craig's  wander- 
ings. One  of  his  most  delightfully  whim- 
sical essays  is  "Mules  and  Books"  in 
which  he  describes  his  ideals  of  ha\'ing 
six  mules  on  which  to  travel  with  his 
son  across  Italy  in  search  of  literary 
curios.  T    T    T 

CRAIG  only  produces  these  treasures 
for  privileged  guests.  Decidedly  he 
does  not  believe  in  throwing  his  pearls 
before  the  swine.  As  1  was  gingerly  fin- 
gering an  early  Italian  volume  of  Drama 
he  volunteered  "The  Italian  Theatre  is 
still  the  most  perfect." 

"Why?"  I  asked. 

Passing  without  a  word  into  his  den, 
he  took  from  the  writing  table  a  new 
volume,  his  own  book,  on  "Books  and 
the  Theatre"  and  with  a  few  strokes  of 
the  pen  on  the  fly  leaf  gave  a  prompt, 
though  apparently  belated  reply  to  my 
question. 

"You  ask?"  he  wrote  with  a  flourish- 
ing query  mark.  "Well,  the  Italian 
Theatre  is  still  the  most  perfect  because 
its  roots  are  that." 

After  I  had  thanked  him  for  this  inter- 
lude, delightful  and  profitable  to  the 
book  lover,  my  attention  was  drawn  to 
a  bewildering  profusion  of  immaculately 
sharpened  pencils,  drawn  up  as  if  for 
review  on  the  writing  table.  "1  never 
start  work  before  I  have  sharpened  at 
least  twelve,"  he  explained.  "A  good 
workman  is  known  by  his  tools." 

Mr.  Craig  is  as  lavish  with  his  draw- 
ings as  with  his  pencils  and  many  a  table 
cloth  and  marble-topped  table  in  the 
"osterie"  round  Genoa  and  Florence 
have  experienced  profane  and  unex- 
pected washings  as  the  result  ot  the  pro- 
jection of  his  unappreciated  genius  on 
their  unprepared  surfaces.  But  the  story 
has  it  that  the  shirtfront  of  a  more  be- 
mused waiter  of  "11  Ristoro"  will  go 
down  to  posterity  as  the  canvas  on 
which  Craig  improvised  a  much  cherished 
drawing  of  the  forbidding  lineaments  of 
Macbeth's  three  witches. 

Continued  on  page  31 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


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Draa'ini/,r  hi/  Gordon  Craig  Jor  the  AngLin-Lyn  Harding  reiu\'a/  oj  "Jlacbeih" 
These  stage  settings  of  tlie  lofty  and  steep  rock  which  is  JIachetli's  Castle  and  the  bridge,  on  which  Macbeth  first 
meets  the  witches,  coin>ey  Gordon  Craig's  interpretation  oJ  the  mysterious  beauty 
and  splendor  of  Shaftespeare' s  great  tragedy 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Transients 


Nahum  Zemach  of  the  Habima  Theatre  of  Moscow 

BvJACKCAMBELL 


Two  geniuses  of  the  theater  have 
blenjcd  their  talents  to  imbue 
"The  Dybhuk"  with  its  highly 
efficacious  presentation  at  the  Temple 
Playhouse  where  it  is  now  being  given  a 
two-week  engagement  Rabbi  New- 
man, another  many  faceted  phenomenon 
with  spectacular  sense  ot  showmanship 
wedged  in  between  a  rich  intellectual 
background  and  an  incense  religious  tra- 
dition, is  the  force  which  brought  the 
pair  together. 

In  Zemach  one  discovers  the  age  old 
tradition  of  Eastern  Europe,  steeped  in 
folk  lore  and  the  uncommercial  theater. 
Here  is  a  spirit  which  founded  the 
Habima  Theater  of  Moscow  and  which 
has  starved  to  enjoy  its  fulfillment. 

With  "The  Dybbuk,"  the  director 
has  matured.  He  has  consorted  with  this 
Galician  folk  play.  Ansky,  the  author, 
was  his  friend  and  attended  the  prelim- 
inary rehearsals.  Into  the  tradition  and 
background  of  the  work  he  has  probed 
deeply,  eliciting  theretrom  not  a  national 
outlook  but  a  broader  viewpoint,  which, 
when  reflected  through  his  actors,  has  a 
universal  aspect. 

Zemach  has  made  many  productions 
of  "The  Dybbuk."  The  reactions  of  the 
publics  of  Moscow,  Berlin,  Paris  and 
New  York  to  this  extraordinary  drama 
have  been  recorded.  So  that  to  San  Fran- 
cisco, he  has  brought  no  work  in  an  ex- 
perimental stage. 

Not  infrequently  have  the  curious  de- 
manded how  the  director  has  been  able 
to  transplant  the  locale  and  the  spirit  of 
the  middle  age  in  Galicia  to  the  Temple 
Playhouse.  This  was  not  an  infertile 
field,  having  a  background  of  both  feel- 
ing and  tradition  for  the  sentiment  of  the 
play,  but  placed  in  its  highly  modern 
environment,  it  might  appear  somewhat 
out  of  place. 

Included  in  his  production  of  "The 
Dybbuk,"  however,  Zemach  brings  his 
own  atmosphere.  In  the  place  of  much 
of  the  dialogue,  he  has  substituted  pag- 
eantry and  music.  Drama  to  him  is 
movement  And  whether  it  is  expressed 
by  word  or  by  picture,  is  not  of  supreme 
importance. 

As  he  traversed  the  continent,  the 
director  mused  on  a  leisurely  presenta- 
tion of  the  play  which  might  be  fully 
prepared  sometime  in  the  spring  From 
these  dreams  he  was  rudely  awakened  as 
he  discovered  that  it  was  scheduled  to  be 
given  in  a  brief  ten  weeks. 

T      ▼      T 

IT  IS  the  constant  wail  of  the  American 
director  that  he  is  allowed  insufficient 
time  to  prepare  a  play.  But  what  would 


some  of  our  impressarios  o(  the  foot- 
lights do  with  ten  weeks?  The  majority 
would  tremble  at  such  a  prolonged  fa- 
miliarity with  the  actors,  in  which  a 
mutual  disinterest  might  grow. 

But  Zemach  quivered  with  doubt  at 
the  thought  of  a  short  ten-week  period 
in  which  to  stage  "The  Dybbyk."  He 
desired  six  months.  Late  in  August, 
however,  he  assembled  the  cast. 

Those  players  who  merely  appeared 
were  the  first  to  meet  the  director.  No 
matter  how  brief  their  stay  on  the  stage, 
he  gave  them  two  or  three  hours  pri- 
vately. Into  the  history  of  every  person 
before  the  footlights  he  plunged.  If  the 
character  were  an  inconsequential  gypsy, 
then  he  traced  her  entire  life  to  the  time 
of  the  play  for  the  speechless  actor. 

Where  was  all  this  in  the  script?  It  was 
nowhere  to  be  found  as  Zemach  carried 
this  in  his  mind.  Then  to  clarify  his 
theories,  he  enacted  the  entire  work  in 
pantomime  for  every  member  of  the 
cast.  And  it  may  be  remarked  that  he  is  a 
very  splendid  actor. 

The  majority  of  the  cast  at  the  Temple 
are  amateurs.  Or  at  least,  they  were 
amateurs  After  ten  weeks  with  Zemach 
any  one  of  them  should  be  entitled  to 
professional  consideration.  In  this  brief 
space  of  time  he  has  given  them  a  year's 
training  in  stock  and  a  couple  of  seasons 
in  repertory.  Stranger  still,  they  all  seem 
to  realize  this  and  have  demonstrated 
the  most  amazing  loyalty. 

▼       T       ▼ 

ZEMACH  is  modern.  He  belongs  to  the 
theater  of  the  moment  He  believes 
in  "style"  above  all  else  and  condones  no 
arty  pretensions  which  are  employed  to 
deceive  the  audience.  There  is  a  rhythm 
in  his  work.  This  is  a  rhythm  which  he 
imparts  to  the  cast  and  which  they  in 
turn  must  pass  over  the  footlights  to  the 
audience.  If  the  spectators  fail  to  suc- 
cumb to  the  spell,  then  there  is  no  play. 
The  work  has  failed. 

In  speaking  of  the  theater  in  Russia 
today,  Zemach  has  naught  but  praise  for 
Stanislavsky.  There  are  four  principal 
theaters  there,  though  all  of  these  are 
offshoots  of  the  great  master.  The  most 
recalcitrant,  the  Meirhold,  is  the  one 
which  is  returning  at  present  to  the  orig- 
inal ideas  of  the  founder  of  the  Moscow 
Art  Theater. 


The  director  dodges  a  lengthy  discus- 
sion ot  the  American  theater.  There  is 
O'Neill  CO  be  sure  But  he  believes  that 
the  theater  of  this  country  lacks  as  yet 
any  definite  style.  Americans  can  dress  a 
stage,  but  fail  to  fill  it  adequately.  He 
admits  he  knows  little  of  the  American 
theater  and  bases  his  remarks  solely  on 
general  observation. 

The  actor  is  the  supreme  tool  of 
Zemach's  art.  The  staging,  lighting, 
and  the  play  itself  pall  before  the  im- 
portance of  the  actor.  Here  is  no  puppet, 
but  a  living  force  The  director  stated 
that  he  didn't  care  for  detail  A  window 
might  be  demanded  in  the  script  and  yet 
he  didn't  care  if  this  was  made  of  glass 
or  of  tissue  paper  on  the  stage  There 
need  be  no  window  at  all  so  long  as  the 
actor  plays  as  if  there  were  a  window  ' 
there 

T        T        ▼ 

IT  HAS  often  been  stated  that  artists  : 
have    no    business    acumen.    But   to  ) 
attend  one  of  Zemach's  rehearsals  is  to  i 
see  the  modern  business  man  directing  : 
the  destinies  of  an  extremely  sensitive  . 
work.   Here  sits  the  magnate  with  his  • 
many  helpers.  He  jots  copious  notes.  He 
demands  attention,  silence,  and  precision. 
The  slightest  misstep  calls  for  a  repeti- 
tion. 

Whether  the  director  will  progress  on 
the  Pacific  Coast  beyond  "The  Dybbuk" 
is  a  question.  He  has  brought  the  play  to 
San  Francisco  and  it  is  enjoying  rare 
success. 

Soon  he  plans  to  depart  for  Holly- 
wood to  essay  a  career  in  the  cinema.  He  i 
will  also  retain  an  interest  in  several 
stage  productions  in  the  south.  But 
whether  or  not  he  will  find  California  a 
fertile  field  for  his  art  beyond  "The  Dyb-  | 
buk"  is  not  certain. 

Perhaps   like   Dantchenko   and  Janis 
Muncis  he  will  await  his  opportunity. 
But  unlike  these  predecessors,  he  should  i 
not  fade  from  public  view.  I 

Alone  his  opportunities  are  limited. 
But  backed  by  the  ideals  and  the  spirits 
of  Irving  Pichel,  his  future  is  wide.  He 
could  supply  the  tradition  and  Pichel 
could  furnish  the  ground  upon  which  to 
plant  the  past 

Irving  Pichel  is  California  of  1928.  A 
much  younger,  a  much  more  vital,  and  a 
much  more  healthy  American  than  that 
of  New  York.  Nahum  Zemach  isj 
Russia  of  1928,  tinctured  with  the  Yid- 
dish tradition.  Together  they  could  pro- 
pel a  magnificent  gesture  to  the  front  for 
our  theater. 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


21 


Josephine  Dunru 

Tlu.f  charming  i/oung  actress  is  atlraclinq  attention  playing  opposite  Al  Jolson  in  "Tlie  Singing  Fool"  now  at  the 
Embassy.  She  is  here  caught  in  an  injormal  pose  backstage  by  the  camera  oj  Ruth  Harriet  Louise 


22 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Those  Were  The  Days 

Some  Forgotten  Stories  of  San  Francisco's  First  Stock  Exchange 


BACK  ill  September  1S62  a  hanJtul 
o['  San  Francisco  stock  brokers 
called  a  meeting,  as  a  result  ot 
which,  there  came  into  being  three  days 
later,  the  San  Francisco  Stock  Exchange 
Board,  the  first  organization  of  its  kind 
in  the  city.  The  first  board  room  was  a 
single  room  in  the  Montgomery  Block; 
three  transactions  comprised  the  first 
day's  business  The  original  membership 
numbered  forty  and  the  initial  price  of 
seats  was  $100.  Within  a  year  member- 
ship  had  doubled  and  scats  sold  at  #  1 000 
Within  ten  years  the  exchange  was 
housed  in  its  own  building  and  was  one 
of  the  most  spectacular  in  the  country. 
Financial  powers  and  investors  in  New 
York,  Paris  and  Berlin  held  their  breath 
over  the  fluctuations  ot  the  San  Francisco 
stock  market,  then  in  the  midst  of  the 
tamous  Comstock  Lode  Boom  of 
iS72-'75. 

During  the  inter\'ening  years  the 
exchange  has  continued  its  growth.  But 
its  size  is  of  minor  importance  beside  a 
certain  psychological  factor.  It  has  pro- 
vided San  Franciscans  with  a  gigantic 
gambling  pit,  an  indispensable  necessity 
to  a  city  which  came  into  being  by  a 
wholesale  speculation;  was  founded  by  a 
race  of  gold  seekers  and  empire  builders 
One  by  one  slot  machines,  taro  and 
poker  tables,  roulette  wheels,  Chinese 
Lotteries,  prize  fighting  and  horse  racing 
have  been  legislated  into  oblivion.  Only 
the  stock  market  has  survived  and  is 
happily  reasonably  safe  from  the  raids  of 
those  who  seek  to  save  their  fellow  men 
from  erroneous  and  reckless  ways. 

in  the  days  of  the  bonanza  kings  the 
Pine  and  Leidesdorft  corner  saw  financial 
history  of  large  dimensions  made;  saw 
fortunes  by  the  hundreds  won  and  lost 
by  the  veriest  chance.  Our  present  "Big 
Board"  trading  will  again  center  such 
activity  in  haunts  made  famous  by  the 
events  of  halt  a  century  ago,  although 
there  are  plenty  of  old  timers  along  the 
street  to  tell  you  that,  stock  trading  has 
degenerated  sadly.  System,  science,  chart- 
ing, graphing  and  card  indexing  has 
robbed  it  of  its  old  flair,  bravado  and 
chance. 

The  Stock  E.xchange  Board  grew  out 
of  the  discovery  in  1859,  of  Nevada's 
Comstock  Silver  Lode,  which  unrolled 
virgin  horizons  for  miners,  mining  com- 
panies and  attendant  speculators  Mont- 
gomery Street  and  the  thoroughfares 
crossing  it  from  Market  North  to  Wash- 
ington sprouted  broker's  offices.  Where 
there  had  been  one  there  appeared  two. 
These  offices  dealt  almost  exclusively  in 


By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

mining  stocks  and  it  was  also  customary 
tor  them  to  sell  actual  feet  or  yards  in 
any  given  claim  or  mine.  Thus  John 
Smith  would  give  his  broker  an  order  to 
buy,  outright  or  on  margin,  or  sell  ten 
teet  in  the  Silver  Pit  Mine.  There  was 
no  central  market  or  exchange  upon 
which  stocks  or  mine  feet  were  listed, 
uniform  prices  fixed  or  orders  executed. 
So  the  broker  would  take  Smith's  order, 
together  with  several  other  orders  to  buy 
or  sell  and  shop  around  among  his 
brother  brokers  to  see  what  they  might 
have  to  buy  or  sell.  By  bargaining  here 
and  there,  he  would  finally  execute  his 
orders  at  figures  satisfactory  to  his 
clients. 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THIS  was  in  the  days  well  before  those 
messiahs  of  service,  safety  and  finan- 
cial sanity  had  found  their  voice.  Public 
education  was  deplorably  deficient  in  the 
superior  wisdom  of  salting  away  a 
goodly  portion  of  one's  capital  in  bonds, 
in  diversifying  one's  wealth,  in  buying 
stocks  whose  probable  future  value  had 
some  basis  in  fact  and  finally  in  desisting 
from  the  hazardous  pastime  of  buying 
on  margin  unless  possessed  of  unlimited 
resources.  In  the  case  of  bonds,  it  was 
vaguely  understood  that  they  existed 
and  were  bought  by  banks,  insurance 
companies  and  timid  souls  whose  moss 
back  conservatism  made  them  satisfied 
with  a  measly  three,  four  and  five  per- 
cent. For  the  first  class  operator,  they 
were  obviously  a  piker's  game.  This 
scandalous  condition  prevailed  among 
the  rank  and  file  of  San  Francisco's  in- 
vesting, or  rather  speculating  public 
until  well  up  to  the  beginning  of  the 
present  century,  and  prior  to  that  time 
it  is  said  that,  a  bond  could  be  dropped 
on  Montgomery  Street  and  anyone  find- 
ing it  would  not  know  that  he  had  tound 
anything  ot  value. 

Such  speculative,  open  handed  meth- 
ods naturally  created  in  Montgomery 
Street  a  rare  spirit  ot  intormality,  daring 
and  camarderie  which  kept  the  high 
finance  of  the  day  agreeably  tree  of  the 
tedium  and  tense  solemnity  that  now 
attends  such  matters.  For  instance  wc 
are  willing  to  place  a  large  bet  that  never 
again  will  Montgomery  Street  see  a  loan 
made  with  such  large  nonchalance  as 
that  made  by  William  C.  Ralston  of  the 
Bank  of  California  to  James  R.  Keene, 
broker, 

Keene  was  noted  as  one  of  the  shrewd- 
est iTien  on  the  early  board  and  possessed 
of  a  sort  of  sixth  sense  for  rises  or  falls  in 
the   market.    At   the   beginning   ot    the 


Comstock  Lode  Boom  he  foresaw  a 
phenomenal  opportunity  for  profit,  but 
required  ready  cash  tor  his  operations. 
He  went  to  Ralston,  then  at  the  height 
ot  his  power  as  the  West's  great  banker, 
and  noted  tor  the  dispatch  with  which  he 
granted  or  retused  loans.  Keene  made 
his  request.  Ralston  listened.  "How 
much  do  you  want?"  he  asked  the  appli- 
cant. 

Keene  was  vague.  He  didn't  like  to 
limit  himself  to  any  set  amount. 

"Well,"  said  Ralston,  "you  can  draw 
until  I  call  a  halt." 

Keene  drew  $1,300,000  before  halted 
and  repaid  the  entire  sum. 

T      T      ▼ 

AMONG  the  cherished  anecdotes  of 
the  old  street  are  the  practical 
jokes  played  by  board  members  upon 
their  fellows.  A  certain  Jack  Rabbit 
story  is  typical  and  choice.  Joseph  King, 
board  member,  had  purchased  a  ranch  in 
Marin  County.  He  carelessly  mentioned 
one  day  the  possibility  ot  raising  rabbits 
on  it.  Instantly  all  sorts  of  chaff  and 
nonsense  swept  the  Board  Building  halls 
about  King's  rabbit  ranch.  One  morning 
he  took  his  seat  in  the  board  room,  and 
opened  the  chamber  beneath  his  chair  tor 
the  deposit  of  a  top  hat.  Out  jumped 
one  large,  very  scared,  long  eared  Jack 
Rabbit.  The  bunny  bounded  to  the 
middle  of  the  room.  The  entire  board 
membership  gave  chase.  For  the  better 
part  of  half  an  hour  upwards  of  100  able 
bodied  men  dodged  around  furniture 
and  through  corridors  before  the  agile 
prey  was  cornered.  He  was  solemnly 
presented  to  King  by  a  panting,  dis- 
heveled group.  One  dignified  old  gentle- 
man had  lost  his  wig  in  the  scuffle. 

Another  favorite  diversion  was  the 
placing  of  bets  as  to  whether  certain 
stock  prices  would  go  up  or  down.  Ot 
these  the  most  famous  was  one  made  at 
the  height  of  the  Conistock  Lode  Boom. 
Bill  Brown  bet  Jack  McKenty  $5000, 
fifty  cases  of  champagne  and  a  dinner  at 
Martin's  Cafe  tor  all  witnesses  to  the 
wager  that.  Consolidated  Virginia,  then 
selling  around  300  would  go  to  500. 

Consolidated  Virginia  ultimately  sold 
at  700  (Bank  ot  Italy  and  buyers  please 
take  note).  When  it  touched  the  500 
mark,  about  ten  days  after  the  bet  was 
made,  McKenty  without  humming  or 
hawing  sent  Brown  his  check  for  $5000. 
A  large  crowd  had  witnessed  the  placing 
of  the  bet  and  McKenty  rounded  them 
up,  hired  Martin's  Cafe  (seemingly  noted 
tor  the  excellency  of  its  cuisine)  tor  the 

Continued  on  page  31 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


23 


Courtesy  oj  the  GUMP  galleries 


The  Alaska  Packers 

In  Ihis  woodblock  Judson  Starr  recalls  to  mind  the  days  when  San  Francisco  Bay  was  thronged  with  incoming  and 

outgoing  sailing  ships,  the  last  remaining  fleet  of  which  now  lies  at  anchor  in  the 

Oakland  estuary  ajter  its  last  trip  in  Alaska  waters. 


24 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Jlrs.  Leon  Roos 


JOHAN    HAGEMEYER 


who  has  recenlhi  been  acclaimed  a  poetess  oj  merit   Already  distinguished  jor  her  heauti/  and  charm,  Jlrs   Roos 
becomes,  with  this  added  attribute,  a  unique  figure  in  San  Francisco  societg 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


25 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


WEDDINGS 


BIGI:LOW-McCANN.  (in  October  II.  Miss  Jane 
PcitLcr  McCann,  daughter  of  the  late  Mr  and  Mrs 
William  D  McCann,  to  Mr  Windsor  D  Fiicclow  son 
of  Mr   and  Mrs.  J.  K.  tiiscluu 

FENWICK-LEDVARD,  C1n  (ktohcr  IJ,  in  New 
York.  Miss  Dorothy  Lcdyard.  daughter  of  Mr  and 
Mrs.  Lewis  Cass  Ledyard  of  New  ^  ork  to  Mr,  Hugh 
McLeod  Fenwick.  son  of  Mrs  Agnes  [~cnwick  of  San 
Francisco. 

MILLER-THOMAS  On  October  II,  Miss  Mary 
Emma  rhomas.  daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Benjamin 
Franklin  Thomas  "of  C)akland.  to  Mr  Harr>'  ti^ast  Miller, 
Jr  .  son  ot  Mr  and  Mrs  Harry  East  Millerof  Piedmont. 

BREEDEN-YARD  On  October  23  Miss  Janice 
"^'ard.  daughter  of  Mrs.  Willis  S.  Yard  of  San  Francisco, 
to  Bernard  A.  Breeden.  Jr  ,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  B.  A. 
Breeden, 

FULLER-SHARP.  On  October  17.  Miss  Adrianne 
Sharp,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Maxwell 
Sharp,  to  Mr.  Frank  W.  Fuller.  Jr..  son  of  Mrs  Frank 
W   Fuller  and  the  late  Mr.  Fuller. 

RULE-PACKER.  On  October  17.  Miss  Carlotta 
Jane  Packer,  daughter  of  Colonel  and  Mrs,  Gouverneur 
Packer  to  Arthur  Richards  Rule,  Jr.,  son  of  Mr,  and 
Mrs    Arthur  Richards  Rule  of  Westfield.  Long  Island. 

WILBUR-JORDAN  On  October  20.  Miss  Ruth 
Esther  Jordan,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs  Benjamin 
Ely  Jordan,  to  Dr  Dwighc  Locke  W'jiber,  son  of  Presi- 
dent and  Mrs.  Ray  Lyman  Wilbur  of  Stanford  Uni- 
\ersity. 

ENGAGEMENTS 

Miss  Betty  Downey,  daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Perry 
Cumberson  of  Menio  Park,  and  Mr.  Richard  Herold 
Westphal.  son  of  Dr.  Edward  Westphal  of  San  Fran- 
cisco. 

Miss  Beatrice  Horst,  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  E. 
Clemens  Horst.  and  Mr,  Edward  Phys  of  Antwerp, 
Belgium. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Anne  Whitney,  daughter  of  Mr,  Vin- 
cent Whitney  and  Mrs.  Landers  Whitney,  and  Mr. 
Novvin  Gable  of  Los  Angeles. 

Mrs  Stephen  H.  Tyng.  Jr  ,  daughter  of  Dr.  and  Mrs. 
Homer  Wakefield  of  New  York,  and  Mr.  Donald 
Clampett.  son  of  the  Rev.  Frederick  W.  Clampett  of 
San  Francisco. 

VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Sir  Austen  and  Lady  Chamberlain  and  Miss  Diane 
Chamberlain  were  guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  H. 
Crocker  at  "New  Place."  in  Burlingame  during  October, 

Miss  Katherine  Wigmore  of  Los  Angeles,  the  fiancee 
of  Mr  Atherton  Eyre  of  MenIo  Park,  was  the  guest  of 
Mr.  and  Mrs,  Edward  Lilliburn  Eyre  at  their  home  on 
the  peninsula. 

Miss  Jean  Ferris  of  London,  niece  of  Mrs.  Alexander 
Hamilton,  is  spending  the  winter  with  her  kinsfolk  in 
San  Francisco- 

Mrs.  Cyril  McNear.  whose  home  has  been  in  Los 
Angeles  for  several  years,  was  entertained  by  her 
brother-in-law  and  sister,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Robert  Watt 
Miller  in  Burlingame,  previous  to  Mrs.  McNear's 
departure  for  New  York. 

Mrs  Joseph  Forbes  of  Biarritz,  and  her  daughters, 
the  Misses  Madeleine  and  Joan  Forbes,  visited  for 
several  weeks  in  Burlingame.  the  guests  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  George  T.  Cameron,  also  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Nion 
Tucker. 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  Harold  Chase  of  Santa  Barbara  were 
guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Archibald  Johnson  of  Burlin- 
game during  the  past  month. 


HERE  AND  THERE 

Miss  Mary  Clark,  daughter  of  Mrs  Tobin  Clark 
entertained  at  the  family  home.  "El  Palomar."  at 
dinner,  in  honor  of  Miss  Diane  Chamberlain,  daughter 
of  Sir  Austen  and  Lady  Chamberlain. 

Honoring  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Alexander  Hamilton,  re- 
cently returned  from  abroad.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Latham 
McMullin  gave  a  dinner  party  at  their  Menlo  Park 
home. 

Miss  Daisy  Bell  Overton,  who  is  to  be  one  of  the 
winter's  debutantes,  was  guest  of  honor  at  a  large 
luncheon  given  by  Miss  Laura  McKinstry  at  the 
Western  Women's  Club, 

The  San  Francisco  Branch  of  the  Junior  League  gave 
a  Fashion  Show  and  tea  at  the  Hotel  Mark  Hopkins  in 
October.  Another  tea  will  be  given  in  November. 

On  the  third  Friday  in  October  the  first  meeting  of 
the  Junior  Assembly  took  place  at  Century  Club.  The 
patronesses  for  the  season  include  Mrs  Bruce  Corn- 
wall. Mrs.  John  Pigott,  Mrs.  Effingham  Sutton  and 
Mrs.  Frank  Somers. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Howard  Spreckels  gave  a  "circus" 
dinner  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club  in  October, 
entertaining  a  hundred  guests. 


Mr  and  Mrs  Alan  Lowry  were  dinner  hosts  at  ihcir 
home  on  Washington  Street  where  they  entertained 
fricnd.s  who  had  joined  in  being  guests  of  Mr  and  Mrs 
Nion  lucker  at  a  house  pariv  given  by  the  latter  on 
the  Rogue  River, 

Miss  Evelyn  Taylor,  daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs 
Augustus  Taylor  of  Menlo  Park  and  San  Francisco, 
was  presented  to  society  at  an  elaborate  ball  given  by 
JX^T  parents  at  the  San  Francisco  Golf  and  Country 
Club  on  the  evening  of  September  29. 

Among  the  affairs  given  for  Miss  Adrianne  Sharp  and 
her  fiance  Mr.  Frank  Fuller,  was  a  dinner  in  Burlingame 
given  by  Miss  Josephine  Grant. 

Incidental  to  the  racing  season  that  opened  at  Tan- 
foran,  Mr  and  Mrs  Archibald  Johnson  were  hosts  at  a 
large  luncheon  given  at  the  clubhouse  at  the  track  on 
the  day  the  race  meet  opened.  Mr  and  Mrs.  Alexander 
Hamilton  have  also  been  entertaining  incidental  to  the 
racing  events. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Lindsey  Howard  entertained  at  dinner 
at  the  new  San  Mateo  Polo  Club,  where  thev  enter- 
tained sixteen  guests. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  William  G  Parrott  entertained  a  group 
of  their  Burlingame  friends  at  their  ranch  in  the 
Cacahaqua  Valley  near  Del  Monte, 

The  St.  Francis  \'acht  Club  celebrated  "boat  owners' 
day"  bv  holding  a  bay  cruise  that  ended  with  a  barbe- 
cue at  Paradise  Cove.  Mr.  Hiram  Johnson,  Jr..  enter- 
tained a  party  of  one  hundred  aboard  his  yacht,  the 
Kemah. 

Mrs  George  S.  Garritt  entertained  a  group  of  friends 
in  the  Jackling  apartments  at  the  Hotel  Mark  Hopkins 
where  she  gave  a  musicale  of  her  own  compositions. 

Mrs.  Charles  N.  Feiton  was  hostess  at  a  luncheon 
at  her  country  home  near  Los  Gatos.  later  taking  her 
guests  to  the  garden  party  given  that  afternoon  by 
Dr.  Harry  Tevis  at  his  home  near  Alma. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  L.  Eyre  have  closed  their  home 
at  Menlo  Park  and  are  now  occupying  their  town  house 
on  Pacific  Avenue 

Other  prominent  San  Francisco  society  folk  who  are 
again  established  in  town  for  the  winter  are  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Warren  Spieker.  Mr.  and  Mrs,  Frank  King.  Mr. 
and  Mrs,  Charles  McCormick,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs 
Stewart  Lowery. 

Mr.  Templeton  Crocker  has  taken  the  George  T, 
Marye  home  in  Burlingame  for  the  winter.  His  own 
home  in  San  Mateo  will  be  occupied  during  the  coming 
season  by  Mr.  and  Mrs,  William  W.  Crocker  whose 
peninsula  house  "Sky  Farm"  was  destroyed  by  fire 
early  in  October, 

Mrs,  Phil  Ward  entertained  Mrs.  A.  S.  Lindstrom, 
Mrs.  J.  H.  Young  and  Mrs.  L.  M  DuCommon  at  a 
luncheon  in  honor  of  her  house  guest,  Mrs,  Ivan  Ward, 
at  Walter's  Oriental  recently. 

Mrs.  William  B.  Bourn  has  returned  from  abroad 
and  is  in  her  home  in  Burlingame  Hills.  Her  daughter 
Mrs.  Arthur  Rose  Vincent  and  Miss  Elizabeth  Vincent 
are  expected  to  spend  the  winter  in  California.  They 
have  been  dividing  their  time  between  the  Continent 
and  their  home  in  Ireland. 

Mrs.  R.  P.  Schwerin  will  spend  the  winter  at  the 
Western  Women's  Club  in  town. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  James  Jackman  have  returned  to  San 
Francisco  after  a  visit  in  New  York  with  Mr.  Jack- 
man's  kinsfolk, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rudolph  Schilling  of  Woodside  have 
taken  an  apartment  on  California  Street  for  the  winter. 

Miss  Ysabel  Chase  has  been  entertaining  house 
parties  every  week-end  at  her  Pebble  Beach  home. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Malcolm  Moulder  (Anne  Cope)  are 
now  established  in  their  new  home  on  Russian  Hill. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Heber  Tilden  (Eleanor  Weir)  have 
taken  possession  of  their  new  apartment  on  Pacific 
Avenue. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dana  Fuller  were  hosts  at  a  dinner 
dance  given  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club,  following 
one  of  the  race  meets  at  the  Tanforan  Jockey  Club 
Mr  and  Mrs  Fuller  are  now  occupying  their  new  home, 
formerly  the  Kenneth  Monteagle  residence  on  Edgehill 
Road,  San  Mateo. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Georges  de  Latour.  their  son-in-law 
and  daughter.  Comte  and  Comtesse  Galcerand  de  Pins, 
little  Miss  Dagmar  de  Pins,  are  again  in  California. 
They  will  be  at  Beaulieu,  the  country  home  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  de  Latour.  until  early  November  when  they  will 
come  to  town- 
Miss  Jennie  Blair  has  returned  to  San  Francisco  after 
a  year's  residence  abroad  and  is  again  making  her  home 
at  the  Clift  Hotel. 

SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Mrs.  George  Stevenson  has  gone  to  Los  Angeles 
where  she  and  Mr,  Stevenson  wilT  make  their  home  for 
some  time  to  come. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Aimer  Newhall  and  Mrs.  Hall  Mearn 
Newhall  spent  several  days  in  Los  Angeles.  Young  Mr 
Hall  Newhall  will  attend  a  bovs'  school  on  Catalina 
Island  this  winter.  Mr,  Scott  Nfewhall  is  in  his  second 
year  at  a  boys'  school  in  Claremont. 


Mr.  Lansing  Tevis  is  in  Los  Angeles  for  an  extended 
period.  He  recently  visited  with  his  father  Mr  William 
S.    I  evis,  Sr  .  at  the  latter's  home  on  the  peninsula 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Albert  Drown  iitjardman  are  tn  Sche- 
nectady, New  York,  where  they  will  spend  a  year 
while  Mr.  Boardman  completes  a  study  course.  M^^. 
Boardman  was  the  former  M«s  Olive  Lake  of  Ross 

Mr.  and  Mrs 
on  a  visit. 


Kenneth  Kingsbury  are  in  New  York 


Mi>s  Maye  Colburn  i 
in  New  York 


a  guest  at  the  Hotel  Chatham 


Mrs-  E,  O  McOjrmick  and  her  daughters,  the  Misses 
Mary  and  Margaret  McCormick  will  spend  the  greater 
part  of  the  winter  with  relatives  in  New  York. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Warren  Dearborn  Clark  spent  a  few 
weeks  in  New  York,  guests  at  the  St.  Regis. 

Mrs.  Lalor  Crimmins  and  her  little  son  are  in  New 
York  where  they  will  visit  with  Mrs.  Crimmins'  rela- 
tives. Mrs  Crimmins  was  the  former  Miss  Mary 
Averill  of  New  York. 

Mrs.  Samuel  Austin  Wood  is  in  New  York  for  an 
extended  visit.  Mr.  Holman  Wood,  the  younger  vjn  of 
the  family,  has  resumed  his  studies  at  Yale, 

Miss  Virginia  Phillips,  the  daughter  of  Mrs.  Grattan 
Phillips.  Sr..  has  gone  to  New  York  and  will  attend  a 
dramatic  school  preparatory  to  becoming  a  professional 
actress. 


Mr    and   Mrs.   Wil 
ing  in  New   Y- 
apartment  in  the  Ritz  Tower. 


Iliam   Randolph   Hearst.  Jr.  are 
wintering  in  New   York  where   they  have  taken  an 


Miss  Harriet  Brownell  is  in  the  East  and  will  be  a 
bridesmaid  at  the  wedding  in  New  York  of  Miss  Ruth 
Ledyard  and  William  K.  H.  de  Rahm. 

Miss  Dorothy  Mein  has  gone  East  to  be  one  of  the 
bridesmaids  at  the  wedding  of  Miss  Dorothy  Vilas  of 
Chicago  and  Mr.  John  Towne.  Jr. 

Mrs.  Tobin  Clark  was  in  Newport  recently,  the  guest 
of  friends.  Mrs  Clark  has  taken  apartments  at  the 
Savoy  Plaza  in  New  York  until  the  first  of  the  coming 
year- 
Mrs.  E.  W.  Bullardof  San  Francisco  has  been  visiting 
Mrs.  Frederick  Kellam  at  the  latter's  home  on  East 
Seventy-seventh  Street.  New  York. 

Mrs.  George  P.  McNear.  who  is  now  in  New  York, 
entertained  a  number  of  friends  at  a  luncheon  at  the 
Plaza  recently, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Boyd  and  Miss  Hope  Bliss 
were  in  New  York  for  a  few  days  prior  to  sailing  for  the 
Mediterranean, 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Robert  Pearce  Myers  (Rowena  Mason) 
are  established  in  an  apartment  in  New  York.  They  will 
make  their  home  in  the  East  for  an  indefinite  period. 
Mr.  Myers  has  an  important  position  with  the  Radio 
Corporation  of  America. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  E.  J.  Tobin  are  again  at  their  apart- 
ments at  the  Ritz  after  a  visit  to  Newport. 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Henry  C.  Breeden  sailed  from  New 
York  recently  to  pass  two  months  in  Italy. 

Senator  Tallant  Tubbs  was  in  New  York  for  a  few 
days  before  sailing  for  Europe 

Miss  Jane  Cooper,  daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs  Oscar 
Cooper,  has  been  visiting  Miss  Nadjeda  de  Braganza 
at  the  latter's  home  at  Newport  Miss  de  Braganza  is 
the  grand  daughter  of  the  late  Mrs.  Jean  de  St  Cyr  of 
San  Mateo 

Mrs.  Benjamin  fdc  Wheeler  tarried  in  New  ^'ork  for 
a  few  days  on  her  return  from  Europe  Then  she  ac- 
companied her  son  Benjamin  Webb  Wheeler  to  Ann 
Arbor  where  he  is  a  student. 

Judge  and  Mrs.  Sidney  Ballou  and  their  family  are 
now  established  in  their  new   home  in  Sutton  Place. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Count  and  Countess  Andre  de  Limur  (Ethel  Crocker) 
are  again  established  in  their  home  m  London  after 
passing  the  summer  and  early  autumn  with  the  Count- 
ess' family  in  Burlingame. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Sidney  Ehrman  and  Miss  Esther 
Ehrman  will  spend  the  greater  part  of  the  winter  tn 
England. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Daniel  C  Jackling  are  ha\ing  their 
yacht,  the  Cyprus,  put  in  readiness  for  another  long 
tour  that  will  include  the  Mediterranean  ports  and 
Africa. 

The  Misses  Cecilia.  Maud  and  Cornelia  O'Connoi 
are  in  their  apartment  in  Paris  for  the  winter. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Oscar  Cooper  are  sailing  soon  on  ihu 
Isle  de  France  and  will  pass  the  winter  abroad 

Mr  and  Mrs  Jlohn  S.  Drum  and  Mrs.  Mountford 
S.  Wilson  will  sail  from  Havre  early  this  month  en 
route  to  California. 


26 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Berlin  Today 


A  View  of  the  German  Capitol  Ten  Years  After 


By  ARNDT  GIUSTI 


IT  IS  very  pleasant  Under  Jen  Linden, 
and  as  you  stroll  idly  about  you  can- 
not help  but  notice  it — the  German 
nemutlichkcit.  It  is  everywhere  in  evi- 
dence. No  one  appears  to  he  in  a  hurry. 
True,  the  taxicahs  travel  svvittly,  but 
that  is  because  the  tariff  is  so  low  that 
they  must  needs  be  busy  all  the  time  in 
order  to  make  both  ends  meet.  Few 
people  own  automobiles.  For  the  most 
part,  they  are  not  rich  enough,  and  then 
they  ha\'e  not  the  American  outlook  on 
life.  The  German  knows  the  difference 
between  what  is  luxury  and  what  is 
necessary  to  his  well-being ;  the  Ameri- 
can, all  too  often,  does  not  Besides,  dur- 
ing the  war,  and  atterwards  during  the 
financial  inflation,  the  German  people 
ha\'e  suffered  so  much  that  now,  like  one 
recovering  after  a  severe  illness,  or,  per- 
haps more  apt,  like  a  prisoner  who  has 
regained  his  liberty,  they  find  great  joy 
in  little  things,  they  live  more  poig- 
nantly, thankful  merely  that  they  are 
alive. 

But  now  you  reach  the  great  Branden- 
burg Tor,  a  frowning  gateway  that 
might  well  guard  the  entrance  to  some 
grim  prison.  Instead,  through  it,  you 
pass  into  the  Tier  Garden.  Summertime 
is  lovely  in  Germany.  You  are  reminded 
of  a  painting  by  Cezanne,  which,  that 
morning,  perhaps,  you  saw  in  the  Na- 
tional Gallerie.  The  colors  seem  hardly 
natural,  and  the  whole  effect,  with  the 
background  of  intense  green,  is  inde- 
scribably beautiful.  Then,  if  you  are  a 
sentimentalist,  you  feel  a  little  pang  in 
your  heart,  and  looking  round  you 
notice  two  lovers,  quite  oblivious  ot 
their  surroundings,  lost  in  each  other's 
embrace.  Passionately  they  kiss  and  so 
they  stand  until,  with  a  trilly  laugh,  the 
girl  pulls  herself  away  and,  suddenly 
startled,  sees  you  watching  them.  She 
blushes  and  her  cheeks  are  like  two  red 
apples.  The  boy  smiles  happily  and  pouts 
his  chest.  You  cannot  refrain  from  laugh- 
ing, and,  lifting  your  hat,  you  leave 
them  to  their  happiness. 

It  takes  about  an  hour  to  walk  across 
the  Tier  Garten,  after  which,  tired  and 
thirsty,  you  stop  in  one  ot  the  little  cafes 
on  the  Kurfurstendamm  for  a  glass  of 
beer,  frothy  and  golden,  a  drink  for  the 
gods.  There  are  in  every  town  in  Ger- 
many numerous  small  cafes,  or  kondi- 
tereien,  and  they  all  do  a  thriving  busi- 
ness. Here,  by  the  hour,  you  can  sit  and 
dawdle  with  your  drink  and  watch  the 
people  passing  in  the  street,  or  else  you 
can  write,  or  dream,  or,  perchance,  fall 
into  conversation  with  someone  sitting 


near-by.  Here,  too,  in  the  evening,  come 
the  ladies  of  the  town,  the  Daughters  of 
Joy,  as  the  French  say.  Some  ot  them 
you  recognize  at  once,  but  others  are 
girls  of  breeding,  the  daughters  of  good 

A  Prayer 

By  B  W. 

.Make  me  seem  .fitjnificanl^ 
To  her,  whom  I  admire, 
Pretty  and  prevocativej 
To  him ,  whom  I  desire! 
JForthy  to  tlie  wortliy. 
And  shrewd  to  those  that  he. 
But  never,  ne^'er  let  me  seem 
The  way  I  seem  to  mej). 


families  impoverished  during  the  war 
and  in  the  hard  times  that  followed. 
These  seldom  give  their  real  names,  and 
if  you  are  sensitive  you  can  detect  the 
tragic  resignation  underneath  their  gaiety . 
They  are  like  virgins  of  old  sacrificing 
themselves  at  the  altar  of  Priapus.  But 
to  the  artist  tragedy  is  sometimes  more 
inspiring  than  happiness,  and  so,  espe- 
cially at  the  more  bohemian  locales,  you 
are  often  present  at  the  birth  of  poem  or 
painting  conceived  over  a  glass  of  beer 
at  one  of  the  little  marble-topped  tables. 

T      T      T 

BERLIN  has,  of  course,  its  artistic 
freaks.  These,  with  their  long  hair 
and  ragged  clothes,  are  to  be  seen  every 
afternoon  and  evening  in  the  Roman- 
isches  Cafe,  which  is  situated  opposite 
the  Gedachtniskirche.  Sitting  there,  you 
are  reminded  of  the  Quartier  Latin  of 
Paris  or  the  Greenwich  Village  of  New 
York.  Like  the  gypsies,  the  hobohemians 
are  the  same  wherever  you  find  them. 
Their  conversation  is,  for  the  most  part, 
glib  and  amusing,  and  for  the  price  ot  a 
drink  they  will  tell  you  of  their  work  and 
their  dreams  and  their  love  affairs,  sordid 
like  their  lives,  but  for  them  covered 
with  the  patina  of  illusion.  The  art  of 
young  Germany,  more  so  than  the  liter- 
ature, is  nearly  all  ultra-modern,  or  cubis- 
tic,  or  futuristic,  or  whatever  you  care  to 
call  it.  It  may  be  seen  to  best  advantage 
in  the  tower  of  the  National  Gallerie. 

But  now  it  is  getting  dark,  and,  hav- 
ing paid  the  bearded  Ganymede,  you 
stroll  out  into  the  street.  Perhaps  you 
have  a  taste  for  spaghetti  or  ravioli,  a 


pleasant  change  from  the  German  cook 
ing,  and  you  find  an  Italian  restaurant 
just  around  the  corner  from  the  Hotel 
Eden.  Here,  over  your  simple  meal  and  a 
bottle  of  chianti,  you  while  away  an 
hour  or  two  listening  to  sentimental 
Neapolitan  love  songs  played  very  well 
by  three  temperamental  musicians  in 
shabby  tuxedos  and  flowing  black  ties. 
Afterwards  you  drink  coffee  and  cognac 
in  the  Cafe  Eden,  and  then,  if  you  are 
not  too  tired,  you  look  in  at  one  of  the 
night  locales.  J 

T       T       ▼  * 

BEFORE  the  war  the  night  life  of  Berlin 
rivaled,  if  not  actually  outdid,  that 
of  Paris.  But  now  the  sporting  blood  of 
Germany  is  impoverished.  In  place  of 
the  old  aristocracy,  the  dashing  officers 
with  a  cultured  taste  for  wine  and 
women  and  song,  you  find  a  baser  crop. 
Then,  too,  the  venue  is  different.  Before 
the  war  the  night  life  of  Berlin  had  its 
centre  in  the  neighborhood  of  the  Fried- 
richstrasse,  while  now  you  must  go  to 
the  Kurfurstendamm  to  find  it.  Here  are 
the  largest  motion  picture  theatres,  the 
most  expensive  stores,  the  popular  res- 
taurants, the  chic  cafes.  It  does  not  take 
you  long  to  find  out  that  in  its  night  life 
Berlin  is  thoroughly  Americanized.  The 
waltzes  of  Strauss  have  given  way  to 
jazz.  When  you  go  to  the  variete  you  are 
certain  to  find  two  or  three  American 
numbers.  The  German  gemutlichkeit  is 
gone.  There  are  numerous  American 
bars,  such  as  might  have  been  found  in 
the  old  Bowery,  where,  if  you  are  so  dis- 
posed, you  can  get  drunk  in  the  company 
of  vulgar  barmaids.  There  are  various 
other  places,  where,  in  the  tourist  season, 
lewd  performances  are  put  on  for  the 
benefit  of  visiting  Americans.  But  you 
soon  tire  of  all  this.  You  feel  a  little  sad, 
and,  thinking  of  the  glorious  past  that  is 
no  more,  you  wander  home  through  the 
tree-bordered  streets,  very  peaceful  and 
quiet  after  the  cacophony  of  the  local. 

From  your  room  you  overlook  a  trim 
little  square,  deserted  at  that  late  hour 
and  rich  with  the  mystery  of  moonlight. 
Before  going  to  bed  you  stand  at  the 
open  window  and  smoke  a  last  pipe. 
Three  streets  give  on  the  little  square, 
and  you  idly  watch  an  occasional  taxicab 
rushing  past,  the  honk  of  its  horn  break- 
ing incongruously  upon  the  stillness. 
Suddenly,  glancing  down,  you  notice 
two  lovers  who  have  come  to  a  stop  on 
the  sidewalk  and  are  kissing  each  other 
good-night.  In  the  light  of  a  street  lamp 
you  recognize  the  plump  little  house- 
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August  15th 


September  1st 


September  ISth 


October  1st 


OcTOBER'lSth 


No\'EMBER    1st 


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Eve  of  Big  Game 


Big  Game  3:00  p.  m. 


5:05  p.  M. 


The  Life  of  a  Football  Player 


28 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Red  and  Blue  Chips 

Or  the  Financial  Game  of  Musical  Chair 


SCENE :  The  scene  is  laid  in  any  large 
American  city,  in  a  ivide  diversity 
of  places:  a  croivded  street  corner; 

a  man  sitting  in  an  office,  telephoning;  at 

the  bar  of  a  men's  club;  or  any  place 

iihere   tivo  bright  young  business   men 

might  chat  together. 

First  Bright  Young  N4an  (brightly) 
Hi,  there!  How's  everything  Making 
any  money  these  days' 

Second  Bright  Young  Man  ;  Not  doing 
much,  {in  a  different  imcc,  slightly 
loivered)  Say  .  .  .  what  do  you  hear 
about  this  new  stock  Campbell  &  Co. 
is  putting  out? 

First  B  Y  M.  :  {also  dropping  his  voice) 
Hear  it's  pretty  hot  I  applied  for  500 
shares  and  got  alloted  20,  but  I  may 
be  able  to  get  10  more  thru  a  fellow  in 
their  office  who  knows  my  wife's 
sister. 

Second  B.  Y.  M.:  You're  lucky.  I  only 
got  10  shares,  {as  an  afterthought) 
What  does  the  company  do,  anyway? 

First  B.  Y.  M.;  Darned  if  1  know. 
These  new  stocks  all  seem  to  go  up 
anyway  .  .  .  Well,  see  you  again. 
Hope  we  make  some  money. 

Second  B.  Y.  M.;  {brightly)  Me  too. 
S'long! 

T       T       ▼ 

THE  sequel  of  this  story  is  not  that 
these  opportunists  suffered  the  usual 
extinguishment  of  their  cash  reserves, 
but  ironically  enough,  that  the  stock  in 
question,  buoyed  up  by  the  entirely  typi- 
cal psychology  of  the  financially-minded 
public  at  the  present  time,  actually  did 
open  ten  points  above  its  offering  price, 
and  moreover,  stayed  there  Nor  was 
there,  in  all  probability,  anything  spec- 
tacular about  this  particular  stock  issue, 
for  in  doing  completely  what  was  pre- 
dicted by  everyone  it  was  acting  in  no 
wise  differently  than  a  dozen  other  stock 
issues  in  as  many  months 

The  psychology  surrounding  the  amaz- 
ing phenomenon  of  public  appetite  for 
new  stock  issues  is  as  interesting  as  it  is 
complex,  but  it  is  by  no  means  new. 
Grammar  school  histories  tell  of  the 
times  when  the  new  South  Sea  Company 
solemnly  contracted  with  the  British 
Government  to  pay  off  the  National 
Debt,  and  record,  as  the  culmination  of 
this  unprecedented  period  of  speculative 
mania  the  formation  of  one  company 
which  actually  sold  many  shares  of  stock 
to  the  public  in  "a  project  the  nature  of 
which  was  to  be  revealed  at  a  later  date." 
in  view  of  this  precedent  some  of  the 
stock  issues  recently  sold  arc  overbur- 
dened with  information. 


By  COVINGTON  JANIN 

IT  IS  very  doubtful,  however,  if  any  in- 
telligent modern  financial  organiza- 
tion, fully  cognizant  of  the  hazards  of 
business  operation  and  the  fickleness  of 
the  open  market  would  either  buy,  or 
sell  to  its  clientele  a  stock  that  had  not  a 
reasonable  chance,  in  their  own  best 
judgment,  to  pay  and  maintain  a  fair 
competitive  investment  dividend.  The 
enormous  initial  demand  and  the  conse- 
quent skyrocketing  on  the  stock  exchanges 
is  at  once  a  demonstration  and  a  func- 
tion of  a  peculiar  and  totally  unconscious 
"whispering  conspiracy"  between  com- 
peting buyers,  which  has  developed  more 
or  less  accidentally  from  the  various  fac- 
tors that  comprise  the  present  speculative 
mind 

The  fabric  of  this  psychology  is,  of 
course,  predicated  primarily  upon  the 
phenomenal  rise  of  all  stock  prices  on  all 
of  the  exchanges  in  America  during  the 
last  few  years.  A  representative  list  of 
stocks,  selling  in  1923  at  an  average 
price  of  $100  per  share,  may  now  be 
sold  on  the  New  York  Stock  Exchange 
any  day  for  more  then  $370  per  share. 
The  conventional  measure  for  the 
market  price  of  a  stock  is  usually  con- 
ceded to  be  ten  times  its  earning  rate  per 
share,  but  stocks  now  frequently  sell  for 
twenty-five  or  thirty  times  their  present 
earnings. 

Thus  it  becomes  evident  that,  although 
a  corporation  engaging  in  public  financ- 
ing would  find  difficulty  in  inducing  a 
high  class  banking  firm  to  pay  more  for 
its  stock,  on  an  investment  basis,  than 
ten  times  its  earning  rate,  the  public  that 
scrabbles  to  buy  this  stock  at  its  initial 
price  is  not  acting  illogically  in  expect- 
ing it  immediately  to  follow  the  rise  of 

securities  in  general 

T    ▼    ▼ 

10GICAL  as  such  a  public  reaction  may 
J  be  the  immediate  cause  of  the  char- 
acteristic frenzied  opening  sales  on  the 
stock  exchange  is  the  immutable  law  of 
supply  and  demand  The  great  majority 
of  issues  recently  offered  to  the  public 
have  represented  relatively  small  com- 
panies just  emerging  from  the  family 
ownership  stage,  and  have  a  small  num- 
ber of  shares  outstanding,  the  total  com- 


mon stock  capitalization  usually  being 
between  20,000  and  120,000  shares, 
only  a  small  portion  of  which  are  ac- 
tually available  for  public  subscription. 
Once  it  became,  of  a  sudden,  the  definite 
fashion  for  new  stocks  to  be  immediately 
bid  up  far  above  their  original  price  a 
public  demand  was  automatically  created 
for  these  new  issues  that  made  it  impos- 
sible to  fill  all  orders.  The  unit  of  invest- 
ment and  the  unit  of  trading  are  very 
different  things  indeed.  Imagine  the  em- 
barrassment, for  instance,  of  a  man  who 
applied  for  500  shares  of  stock  being 
offered  at  $50  a  share  if  he  were  required 
to  make  an  immediate  and  cash  outlay 
of  $25,000.  If  his  contemplation  was 
really  investment  his  application  would 
probably  have  been  for  less  than  one- 
twentieth  of  this  amount.  He  now 
simply  transfers  the  bill  to  his  broker 
and  carries  his  new  "investinent"  on 
margin. 


THE  net  result  of  this  buying  of  in- 
vestment media  for  purely  specula- 
tive purposes  is  first,  a  volume  of  demand 
quite  disproportional  to  the  available 
supply,  and  second,  a  complete  indiffer- 
ence on  the  part  of  inost  persons  as  to  the 
nature  of  the  business,  earnings  or  in- 
herent worth  of  newly  offered  stock.  It 
has  simply  been  a  question  of  how  many 
shares  one  was  fortunate  enough  to  be 
allotted,  if  indeed  any  stock  is  available 
for  outsiders  at  all,  and  it  is  this  indirect 
competition  of  buyers  between  them- 
selves that  causes  stocks  to  make  their 
inevitable  advance  upon  the  stock  ex- 
change. The  prelude  of  the  street-corner 
"whispering  campaign,"  quietly  but 
none  the  less  insidiously  played  upon  the 
fibres  of  public  imagination,  swells  into 
the  violent  openingchorusof  theensuings 
stock  market  drama. 

Now  all  this  is  obviously  an  unstable 
state  of  affairs  Highly  paid  bond  sales- 
men, whose  bread  has  been  buttered  very 
thinly  in  recent  months,  now  find  them- 
selves in  the  position  of  a  Mr.  Ricker- 
fellow  giving  away  his  dimes,  and  their 
services  could  apparently  quite  easily  be 
dispensed  with  entirely  The  hard- 
pressed  investment  house  becomes  quite 
unexpectedly  the  pulchritudinous  pater 
familias  who  dispenses  alluring  cinna- 
iTion  sticks  to  all  his  good  little  boys  and 
girls.  Although  it  is  quite  obvious  that 
somebody  will  become  the  eventual  in- 
vestor in   the  maze  of   newly   financed 

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'^San  Francisco 

Overland 
Limited 

Crisp,  savory  salad— as 
many  servings  as  you  wish 
—deftly  lifted  from  the  big 
Salad  Bowl  to  sparkling 
china  .  .  .  dining  cars  re- 
stocked daily  with  freshest 
produce  of  the  countryside, 
and  through  the  window — 
clicking  past,  a  review  of  the 
Overland  Trail  country 
famous  since  the  days  of 
'49.  Direct  to  Chicago. 

Overland  Route  trains 
give  thru  Pullman  service 
to  Kansas  City,  Omaha,  St. 
Louis  and  points  enroute. 

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fers four  great  routes  to  the 
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Pan.  Traffic  Mgr. 

Sao  Francisco 


Teams  and  Coaches 

By  ROLLO 

THE  general  public  is  not  aware  of 
the  trials  and  problems  of  a  coach 
preparing  for  a  game  when  his 
team  is  to  meet  another  well  versed  in 
all  the  science  and  tricks  ot  tootbali 

Space  will  not  allow  a  discussion  of 
all  teams  ot  the  conference,  so  we  will 
limit  ourselves  to  a  brief  discussion  ot 
some  of  the  paramount  questions  con- 
tronting  a  coach  on  the  eve  of  the  big 
game. 

The  first  question  is  man  power.  Take 
the  California  ends — Avery  and  Captain 
Phillip  —  (Subs  —  Thornton,  Norton, 
Brown) — the  first  two  mentioned  are  as 
good  ends  as  there  are  on  the  Coast  and 
will  compare  favorably,  if  they  are  not 
actually  superior,  to  the  Stanfordites — 
Yes,  we  dare  say  superior  to  either 
Hunter,  MuUer,  Warden  or  Bush. 

As  tor  Tackles — Stanford  has  Sell- 
man,  Artman  or  Klaubau — while  Cali- 
fornia has  on  its  line — Fitz,  Timmerman 
and  Bancroft.  Although  we  will  give 
Stanford  an  edge  with  Seiiman,  Price 
has  two  comers  in  Bancroft  and  Tim- 
merman — both  young — yes,"very"young 
in  their  positions  but  how  they  can  fight 
and  dig  in. 

Now  for  guards  we  are  faced  with 
Stanford's  veterans,  Robesky  and  Post, 
while  California  has  as  its  mainstays. 


Schwartz,  Koch,  Gill  and  Beckett — it 
given  a  chance,  watch  this  man  Beckett 
— anyone  that  saw  him  play  against  the 
Cougars  will  write  his  name  in  the  hall 
of  football  fame. 

▼       ▼       T 

IN  THE  center  position  we  inust  give 
Pop  Warner  the  first  choice  in 
Henicke,  as  up  to  the  present  tiiTie  he 
has  shown  more  than  cither  Miller  or 
Reigles  although  the  latter  two  might 
improve  considerably  before  the  Big 
Game. 

At  quarter.  Price  shines  with  Eisen — 
this  we  all  know — give  Pop  Fleishhacker 
or  Lewis,  the  Big  Boy  has  our  choice  in 
the  present  Warner  system — we  admire 
hiiTi  but  he  must  take  second  place  to 
our  little  wonder — Eisen  is  more  versa- 
tile with  more  finish  and  experience. 

For  half-backs — Lorn,  Barr,  Rice  and 
Gill  compare  favorably  with  cither  Wil- 
ton or  Lewis — giving  Lom  first  place  as 
a  triple  threater  and  giving  Wilton  and 
Lewis  a  little  better  than  an  even  break 
when  compared  with  the  other  Cali- 
fornia men. 


^t  no  other  place 
in  the  world  could 

Jy  Imported 

DRY 
GINGERALE 

he  produced 


For  from  Isuan  Springs 
at  Los  Bancs  in  the  Phil- 
ippine Islands  comes  its 
marvelous  health-giving 
water  that  the  natives 
named — "The  Spirit  of 
Joy"  and  there  near  the 
Springs  grow  the  /res/i 
ginger  root  and  the  /res/j 
limes  which  give  to  Isuan 
Ginger  Ale  its  exquisite 

flavor. 

♦  •:•  ♦ 

That  is  why  the  connois- 
seurs in  America  have 
demanded  that  it  be 
brought  over  thousands 
of  miles  of  ocean  for 
their  gratification. 

*:•  *:•  ''.' 

I.SUAN THE  SPIRIT  OF  JOV 


IMPORTED 


Isuan  Dry  Ginger  Ale 

In  Manila  they  say 
"E-SWAN" 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


31 


At  full  back  wc  must  give  HofT- 
./V.  man  the  choice  as  Calitornia  in 
this  position  has  shown  little  as  yet  this 
season — but  to  offset  Hoffman's  punting 
and  passing  the  boys  from  Berkeley  have 
Lom,  whom  we  consider  Hoffman's 
superior  in  this  part  of  the  game. 

Now  to  proceed :  We  have  compared 
man  power  and  we  find  little  difference 
except  in  weight  in  which  we  must  give 
Stanford  a  big  edge.  In  studying  foot- 
ball we  have  seen  the  heavy  teams  beaten 
and  otten  badly  defeated  by  smart  light 
weight  teams  that  have  an  offensive 
consisting  of  speed  and  deception. 

So,  Price,  with  your  man  power  give 
these  men  plays,  work  out  an  offense 
like  you  did  against  Penn.  Neglect  your 
defense  a  little,  let  the  other  fellow  score 
but  give  these  boys  plays — scoring  plays 
— well  executed — then  surely  California 
will  place  your  nanie  with  that  of  our 
old  friend,  Andy  Smith. 


Gordon  Craig 

Continued  from  page  IS 

An  evening  in  a  popular  beer  garden 
with  Mr.  Craig  and  Mr.  Jeffcott  threw 
further  light  on  the  unquenchable  spon- 
taneity of  this  great  artist,  who  has  the 
simple  gaiety  of  a  child.  With  sheer 
delight  he  kept  peering  in  to  the  great 
empty  hall  where  preparations  were 
being  made  for  a  performance  by  some 
star  company  of  comedians.  It  was  at 
this  moment  that  I  realized  that  reality 
for  Mr.  Craig  is  the  Theatre  (with  a 
capital),  the  Theatre,  and  Nothing  But 
the  Theatre.  His  fertility  of  ideas  make 
scene  presentments  one  grand  sweet 
song,  one  tremendous  improvisation. 
He  was  at  pains  to  e.xplain  to  me  how 
the  witches'  scene  in  "Macbeth  "  might 
be  done  in  fifteen  different  ways.  He  is 
writing  a  booklet  on  the  subject.  He  has 
the  spirit  of  that  great  period  of  the 
theatre,  the  "Commedia  dell  'Arte," 
when,  as  he  remarked,  "The  Italian 
Tragedians  were  so  sharp  of  Wit  that  in 
an  hour  of  meditation  they  could  per- 
form anything  in  action."  The  possibil- 
ities of  the  modern  stage,  given  equal 
genius,  are,  Mr.  Craig  contends,  just  as 
great.  Once  the  principle  is  set,  the  vari- 
ations are  infinite.  It  may  be  that  this  is 
the  spirit  of  America,  the  spirit  of  im- 
provisation based  on  forethought,  which 
atter  all  is  another  name  for  vision 


Those  Were  the  Days 

Continued  from  page  22 

evening  and  a  full  orchestra.  Reading 
the  layout  of  tood  and  wine  for  the  least, 
we  were  swept  by  turns  with  rebellion 
and  weak  tears.  There  were  rare,  exotic 
and  Parisian  sounding  viands.  There 
were  white  wines  and  red  wines.  There 


,1  Cruise 
the  Route  of  Romance 

to  NEW  YORK 

THE  land  of  perpetual  spring  beckons  just  over  the  southern 
horizon  . . .  Gorgeous  tropical  flowers  are  blooming  . . .  Lazj' 
surfs  lose  themselves  on  a  thousand  shores.  Verdant  mountain 
sides  race  up  from  fertile  valleys  . . .  Coral-like  cities  bask  and 
dream  in  the  noon-day  sun  . . .  Over  all  is  the  color,  the  peace, 
the  irresistible  charm  of  the  tropics. 

Now  is  the  time  to  go.  The  chill  winds  of  winter  are  unknown 
in  lovely  Latin  America.  Commodious  Panama  Mail  liners 
intensify  the  delightful  transition.  Airy,  spacious  cabins — all  of 
them  outside — assure  home  comforts  and  conveniences  in  eleven 
ports  in  seven  foreign  lands  between  San  Francisco  and  New 
York.  Absorbing  days  ashore  spent  in  the  dim  aisles  of  musty 
cathedrals  or  in  the  enchanting  tropic  outdoors,  end  aboard 
ship  where  splendid  orchestras  wait  to  entertain  during  dinner 
or  beguile  to  dance  or  lounge. 

If  you  would  see  Mexico,  Guatemala,  Salvador,  Nicaragua;  if 
you  would  linger  two  days  in  the  Canal  zone  and  sail  on  under 
the  Southern  Cross  to  Colombia  in  South  America — if  you  would 
know  Havana  and  the  joy  of  arriving  at  New  York  from  the  Sea, 
there  is  only  one  way  to  go — the  cosmopolitan  Panama  Mail  way 
— the  choice  of  experienced  travelers  the  world  over. 
Write  now  for  reservations.  Sailings  from  San  Francisco  and  Los 
Angeles  every  two  weeks.  First  class  fare  to  New  York,  famous 
meals  and  Simmons  beds — not  berths — included,  as  low  as  $250. 

STEAMSHIP  COMPANY 


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SAN  FRANCISCO 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


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young  person  s 
life  .... 

It's  not  so  much  a  question  these  days  if  one 
smokes  as  hoiV.  The  knowing  young  person 
does  it  gracefully  .  .  .  and  will  be  quick  to  do 
the  honors  if  carrying  the  miniature  and 
very  lovely  cloisonne  lighter  sketched  ($8.50) 
a  similar  one  in  cloisonne  ($7.50)  ...  or  a 
smart  sterling  silver  one,  ($6) 

A  young  man's  fancy 

will  be  gratified  and  his  vanity  flattered  with 
an  all  sterling  vest  pocket  model  lighter  .  .  . 
and  he'll  keep  his  temper,  too,  for  there  are 
no  springs  to  get  our  of  order.   ($6.50) 

A  perfect  host 

is  quick  on  the  trigger  with  a  table  lighter  of 
nickel  and  leather,  with  a  new  automatic 
lighting  principle  ($5.00) 

Jewelry  and  SiU'erware  first  floor 


were  wines  of  which  we  have  not  the 
\aguest  knowledge  by  name,  let  alone 
by  m:mory  or  taste — Margoux,  La 
Fitte  at  $8.00  a  bottle  and  a  bottle  of 
champagne  for  everybody.  The  orchestra 
was  served  with  the  same  food  and 
drinks  as  the  guests. 

At  two  A  M.  it  was  noticed  that  the 
party  had  lost  its  orchestra.  A  committee 
ot  one  was  solemnly  appointed  to  locate 
the  music  makers.  They  were  discovered 
in  a  small  banquet  room — every  fiddler, 
trombone  player  and  drum  beater  among 
them  fast  asleep  with  the  remains  of  his 
$8.00  bottle  ot  La  Fitte  betore  him. 

Brown  still  had  coming  to  him  his 
fifty  cases  of  champagne.  The  ne.xt  day  a 
drayman  delivered  them  to  his  home, 
and  since  he  had'neglected  to  tell  his  wife 
about  them,  she  and  the  maid  refused  to 
take  them  in  The  women  were  certain 
that  there  must  be  some  mistake;  that 
Brown  would  never  order  so  much 
champagne.  The  drayman,  however, 
was  bent  on  following  his  instructions 
and  he  stacked  the  whole  fifty  cases  in 
the  front  yard,  where  Brown  found  them 
when  he  came  home  that  evening. 

What  finance!  What  a  bet!  What  a 
party !  What  days  when  bets  were  made 
and  collected  in  champagne;  when  fifty 
cases  of  it  was  such  a  trifling  matter  that 
one  forgot  to  tell  one's  wife  about  it; 
that  the  whole  fifty  cases  rested  safely  for 
hours  in  one's  front  yard.  Verily,  the  old 
timers  win.  We  yield  them  the  palm. 
Those  wcriL  golden  days,  whose  like  will 
never  again  be  seen. 


Berlin  Today 

Continued  fri)tn  page  26 

maid  who  every'^morning  brings  you 
bread  and  coffee.  Her  lover  is  a  police- 
man, a  strapping  young  fellow  with  a 
ferocious  black  mustache.  Tomorrow 
you  will  ask  her  about  him,  and  you 
smile  a  little  as  you  imagine  her  con- 
sternation. But  a  church  bell  tells  you 
that  it  is  three  o'clock.  Your  pipe^has 
gone  out.  You  stand  there  a  moment 
longer,  watching  the  policeman  striding 
ponderously  through  the  moon-patterns, 
take  a  deep  breath  ot  the  sweet  summer 
air,  and  suddenly  you  realize  that  for 
this  brief  space  of  time  you  have  been 
happy.  Perhaps  you  think  again  of  the 
red-cheeked,  plump  little  housemaid. 
But  the  great  German  featherbed  is  very 
soft,  and  with  a  contented  sigh  you  close 
your  eyes. 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


33 


Concerning  Bridge 

A  Discussion  of  Advanced  Auction  and  Contract 


THE  conventions  in  contract  are  yet 
in  the  making.  While  auction 
bridge  has  many  standardized 
conventions  for  both  the  bidding  and 
playing,  contract  is  too  new  to  have 
many  good  conventions  developed. 
Many  of  the  conventions  ot  auction 
bridge  may  be  carried  over  into  the  new 
game  ot  contract. 

One  of  the  proposed  new  conventions 
for  contract  is  the  two  bid  to  show  a  two 
suit  hand.  It  was  suggested  by  a  well 
known  writer  first  without  claiming  the 
authorship  but  when  he  found  a  number 
ot  players  trying  it  out  and  writing  in  ot 
its  success  later  he  claimed  the  author- 
ship of  it  and  advocated  it  as  a  good 
convention. 

The  convention  may  be  stated  as  fol- 
lows :  A  bid  of  two  diamonds  if  made 
when  not  required  to  overcall  an  adverse 
bid  so  as  to  be  distinguished  as  a  con- 
ventional bid  means  the  bidder  has  a 
major  two  suiter.  A  bid  of  two  clubs 
means  under  like  conditions  a  minor  two 
suiter  hand  The  partner  ot  the  two  bid- 
der is  then  supposed  to  bid  one  of  the 
two  suits  called  tor  in  which  lies  the 
greater  length. 

Let  us  see  it  the  convention  proposed 
has  enough  good  points  to  make  it  ot 
practical  application.  We  would  have  to 
discard  the  well  tried  out  auction  con- 
ventional two  bid  to  show  a  holding  of 
at  least  six  cards  in  a  suit,  the  tops  ot 
which  are  A-K-Q,  a  type  of  holding 
coming  up  often  enough  to  be  of  advan- 
tage in  showing. 


Ih  PAUL  W.  BLACK 

Two  suits  hands  occur  in  any  combin- 
ation of  the  four  suits  about  56%  of  the 
time.  The  fact  that  the  two  bid  limits 
the  two  suit  combinations  in  the  one 
case  to  majors  and  the  other  to  minors 
cuts  the  chances  ot   this  occurrence   in 


half,  or  to  28%  High  card  holdings  in 
which  there  is  a  bid  in  either  suit  or 
strength  enough  to  justify  the  conven- 
tion would  turther  cut  the  chances,  say 
one-third,  so  that  perhaps  in  1  %  of  the 
hands  would  the  chance  to  show  the 
holding  occur.  Further,  there  are  four 
players  and  the  holder  of  such  a  com- 
bination does  not  always  get  a  chance  to 
show  the  holding  with  a  two  bid  which 
can  be  distinguished  as  a  conventional 
bid.  It  would  seem  that  a  tair  estimate 
ot  the  chances  to  hold  and  show  com- 
binations of  this  character  will  be  in  per- 
haps about  one  halt  of  one  percent  of  the 
hands. 

The  two  bid  to  show  a  two  suiter 
holding  is  therefore  not  recommended 
In  lieu  of  the  conventional  two  bid  used 
in  auction  a  two  bid  may  be  used  much 
tnore  frequently  than  the  one  just  dis- 
cussed to  show  any  style  of  holding 
which,  with  just  the  proper  help  trom 


partner,  may  have  slam  possibilities. 
Holdings  which  may  develop  slam  bids, 
if  made  known  early  in  the  bidding 
rounds,  will  offer  possibilities  for  bid- 
ding around  in  the  various  suits  to  deter- 
mine whether  a  slam  bid  is  safe.  Very 
powerful  hands  with  certain  weaknesses, 
of  very  unbalanced  hands  are  of  this 
class.  When  using  this  convention  the 
partner  will  of  course  always  make  a  bid 
If  weak  he  will  give  a  courtesy  raise  in 
the  first  bid.  If  he  hold  an  ace  he  will  bid 
that  suit  to  show  the  top  card  If  he  hold 
a  void  suit  he  will  bid  that  suit  to  show 
no  losers  in  it  and  so  on  until  by  the  bid- 
ding it  can  be  determined  if  a  slam  bid 
can  be  ventured  upon  safely. 

Two  suit  hands  wherein  there  is  a  bid 
in  either  will  take  about  four  tricks  more 
if  the  suit  best  supported  by  partner  be 
trump,  than  would  be  possible  on  the 
average  if  there  were  not  present  the 
second  long  suit.  This  fact  is  often  over- 
looked by  players  and  is  an  added  argu- 
ment for  disqualifying  the  two  bid  to 
show  the  holding  because  both  suits  may 
be  safely  shown  even  though  the  bidding 
gets  to  a  high  point.  The  following  inci- 
dent in  a  recent  contract  game  will  suf- 
fice to  illustrate  the  point 

Dealer  opened  with  one  no  trump. 
Second  and  third  hand  passed  Fourth 
hand  held  the  following  cards:  Spades, 
x;  Hearts,  x;  Diamonds,  K-J-io-x-x-x; 
Clubs,  A-K-Q-x-x.  Both  sides  were  vul- 
nerable. 

It  tourth  hand  makes  a  defensive  bid 
for  a  lead    it    may    find    the  no  trump 


Houston,  Gilmore  &  Co. 


Fine  Jewhxry 


Post  and  Stockton  Streets 


San  Francisco 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


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The  Fastest,  Finest  Way 
to  Hawaii 


OF  course  you're  going  to  Hawaii !  And  the  way  to  go 
is  on  the  swift  and  luxurious  Malolo,  sailing  from 
Portland  November  g  on  her  special  voyage  to  Honolulu 
and  Hilo,  carrying  representatives  of  Oregon  and  Wash- 
ington chambers  of  commerce  on  the  Pacific  Northwest 
Cruise-Tour  to  Hawaii.  The  Malolo  will  resume  her 
regular  service  from  San  Francisco  to  Honolulu  on  Decem- 
ber 29,  sailing  that  day  and  every  other  Saturday  there- 
after. Other  Matson  liners  sail  every  week  from  San 
Francisco  as  usual  during  November  and  December. 

The  Malolo  speeds  to  Honolulu  in  four  days — saving 
nearly  two  days  -and  enabling  you  to  enjoy  cosmopolitan 
San  Francisco  This  splendid  ship  is  one  year  old  this 
month 

Discriminating  travelers  prefer  the  Malolo  because  of 
her  newness — her  style  and  size — the  smartest  ship  serving 
Hawaii.  A  telephone  and  reading  lamp  at  the  head  of 
each  bed.  An  entire  deck  for  luxurious  public  rooms  and 
motion-picture  theatre.  Another  deck  exclusively  for 
sports  and  promenade  Pompcian  swimming  pool,  gym- 
nasium, children's  playground  on  the  sun  deck,  electric 
thermal  baths,  elevators.  Meals  that  delight  the  most 
fastidious. 

You'll  be  proud  to  say  "I  travelled  on  the  Malolo." 

The  schedule  of  rates  is  pleasingly  moderate,  $125  and 
up,  each  way.  Matson  25-day  all-expense  tours  (16  days 
in  Hawaii)  $428.70  up,  each  person.  To  the  South  Seas 
and  Australia,  every  21  days. 


215  Market  Street,  San  Francisco 

NIatson  Line 


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SOUTH    SEAS.    .    .AUSTRALIA 


v\'ithout  a  stopper  in  the  club  suit  and  a 
possible  game  in  one  of  the  majors.  It 
fourth  hand  passes  there  is  little  chance 
that  either  diamonds  or  clubs  will  be 
opened  and  the  no  trump  player  may 
secure  game  before  the  two  suits  may  be 
put  into  effective  operation.  Fourth  hand 
decided  to  chance  a  bid  of  two  clubs. 
The  no  trumpet  held  the  J  with  three 
other  clubs  and  bid  two  no  trump. 
Second  and  third  hand  again  passed  and 
fourth  hand  ventured  three  diamonds. 
The  no  trumper  did  not  have  a  diamond 
stopper  so  bid  three  hearts.  Second  hand 
bid  four  diamonds.  After  two  passed  the 
no  trumper  bid  tour  hearts.  Fourth  hand 
continued  with  five  clubs,  and  the  no 
trumper  with  five  hearts.  Fourth  hand 
bid  si.x  clubs  and  got  a  double  from  the 
no  trumper  and  then  second  hand  shifted 
to  six  diamonds  which  was  doubled  by 
dealer. 

The  opening  play  was  the  K  of  spades. 
Dummy  went  down  with  the  following 
holdings:  Spades,  A-x-x-x-x;  Hearts, 
x-x;  Diamonds,  A-Q-x-x;  Clubs,  x-x. 
The  spade  was  taken  with  the  A  fol- 
lowed by  two  rounds  of  diamonds  to 
draw  all  from  opponents.  Then  four 
rounds  of  clubs  were  taken,  on  the  third 
round  one  heart  was  discarded  trom 
dummy  and  on  the  fourth  the  club  was 
ruffed  from  dummy.  Returning  to  the 
closed  hand  with  a  ruff  of  spades  another 
round  of  clubs  permitted  a  discard  of  the 
last  heart  from  dummy  and  then  a  heart 
lead  for  a  ruff  from  dummy.  Played  in 
this  way  the  hand  made  all  the  tricks. 

Being  doubled  when  vulnerable  the 
following  was  the  score; 

Small  slam  bid  and  made      .       .  750 

E.xtra  trick 200 

Making  contract  when  doubled  and 

vulnerable 100 

Game  score 240 

Rubber 5°° 

Total  points  for  the  hand     .    1790 


To  Jly  Lady 

(By  a  Hapless  Copywriter 
after  reading  Vogue) 

,//i/  laJt/  ha.f  a  /ca.rha  ffou-n  hj/  Worth 
Thai  clings  lo  graclle  skanlies  hi/  Tiihize.  .  . 
Her  Ihigh-high  hose  by  Gordon  hints  at  knees, 
And  I'ici  kids  Ihe  smarlesljcel  on  earth. 
L'Odeur  P u>er  first  ga\'e  my  Janci/  hirth 
Enticing  me  with  nameless  mysteries.  .  . 
Ilcr  skin  is  pink,  as  Primrose  House  decrees, 
While  Pepsodenl  enhances  all  her  mirth. 

Her  tresses  know  the  finger  oj  Emile, 
Her  shapely  almond  nails  to  Eclador 
Do  owe  their  sweet  perjection  and  appeal. 
But  hold!  Why  prattle  oJ  these  jrailties  morel 
They  make  my  Lady  reachle.es,  I  hatv  learnt.  .  . 
She's  mine  .  .  .  hut  I  wi.fh  to  hell  she  weren't.' 
— Jesse  Thompson 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


35 


Three  Sad  Stories 

Continued  on  page  12 

rolling,  stupid  throngs  that  come  here; 
the  monotony  of  the  performance;  the 
utter  sordidness  ot  the  management, 
have  disgusted  me.  I  can  hardly  endure 
ic 

Thereafter  he  was  quite  melancholy. 
The  circles  under  his  eyes  were  perhaps 
of  worry,  perhaps  of  drink,  perhaps  just 
paint.  He  looked  a  sick  man  I  felt  sorry 
for  the  poor  fellow  and  we  drank  on  in 
silence  Then  1  had  to  leave  By  that  time 
he  was  feeling  hctter  ami  1  trust  he  lived 
through  the  fifty-ninth  performance  tor 
that  year  without  too  great  pain  I  did 
not  stay  to  witness  the  performance  as  I 
was  unaccompanied  and  did  not  want  to 
have  my  religious  sensibilities  shocked 
by  the  thought  that  the  chief  figure  in 
the  spectacle  was  drunk. 

The  next  day  my  story  appeared  in 
the  paper.  It  was  the  usual  notice,  in 
which  the  Pilgrimage  Play  of  that  year 
was  compared  with  the  performances  of 
former  years,  reviewing  the  entire  organ- 
ization since  its  inception,  (long  before 
my  birth)  and  then  closed  with  a  tribute 
to  the  talent  of  the  fine  tragedian  who 
had  enacted  the  role  of  Jesus  that  eve- 
ning   Peace  to  his  ashes' 


THE  Hospital  was  perched  on  the 
crest  of  a  hill  overlooking  the  City. 
It  was  immaculately  clean,  moral, 
modern  and  scientific.  It  fairly  shone 
with  newness  and  was  as  cold  as  a  blade 
of  steel.  You  might  receive  competent 
surgical  attention,  of  that  you  really  had 
no  way  of  knowing,  hut  you  were  treated 
by  the  authorities  as  though  you  were  a 
pestilence — which  you  probably  were. 

Hospital  corridors  at  five  o'clock  :  vis- 
itors gone,  inspections  made,  a  morbid 
quiet  everywhere.  The  empty  corridors 
banked  with  flowers  taken  from  the 
rooms  at  five  o'clock  to  be  freshened 
with  water  and  restored  as  agents  of 
'  mercy  in  the  morning.  (The  flowers  at 
least  looked  kind  ) 

I  was  thinking  of  all  this,  as  I  lay  in 
my  room   A  doctor  had  done  something 
;  to  me :  I  did  not  know  what  and  I  think 
■  he  only  suspected   But  it  was  over,  now, 
and  there  was  time  to  meditate — be- 
tween clean  sheets  and  in  an  atmosphere 
of  ether  and  flowers.  My  thoughts  had 
settled  down  to  the  theme  of  how  faith- 
ful my  loves  were  not  being  during  my 
illness,  when  a  scream  came  from  the 
room  next  to  mine    And  then  another 
scream — a  childish  scream.  There  was  a 
.  flurry  as  nurses  and  attendants  arrived. 
1  Then  the  childish  voice  again  in  a  plain- 
1  tive   note:   "I'm   going  to   walk!    I'm 
going  to  walk,  walk,  walk."  My  nurse 

Continued  on  page  37 


SAFETY 


Photo  coariesy  Charing  Cross  Kindergarten 


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o  other  cars  in  all  the  world  pos- 
sess the  safety  features  incorporated 
in  the  new  Cadillacs   and   La  Salles. 
Foremost  among  these,  especially 
appreciated  by  women  drivers,  is  the 
Security-Plate,  non-shattering  glass. 
Now  you  can  forever  dismiss  from 
your  mind  thejfear  of  injury  from  fly- 
ing fragments  of  glass. 


LaSalle  five-passenger  sedan  as  low  as 
$2710  delivered  here  .  .  .  Only  $904  down, 
balance  in  convenient  monthly  payments. 


Don   Lee 

Operating  Radio  Stations  KFRC  and  KHJ 

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Winti:r  hasLomcanJuithit  th: 
great  indoors  Sunburns  ha\'C 
faded  and  necklines  lost  cheir 
horizon.  Wardrobes  have  been  selected 
for  a  reason,  rather  than  a  season,  for  in 
San  Francisco,  it  is  not  when  vvc  go,  but 
where 

The  St  Francis  on  Monday  is  our 
most  amusing  gathering.  Devout  dis- 
ciples ot  I.  Nlagnin,  Ransahofl  and 
Maison  Mendessole  meet  under  the 
clock  and  mentally  glare  at  each  other. 
Copies  ot  models  strut  as  if  they  were 
originals,  and  copies  of  copies  try  to  look 
authentic.  Late  comers  arrive  with  a 
downward  glance  at  orchids  from  Po- 
desta  Baldocchi,  whose  windows,  by  the 
way,  are  more  beautiful  than  ever 

Rudic,  wizh  restrained  adulation  in- 
dicates a  table  of  unobstructed  view  and 
promises  to  make  our  Welsh  salad,  him- 
self. If  we  feel  less  caloric  conscious  than 
usual,  we  indulge  in  the  unbelievable 
lemon  pic,  or  Russian  apple  cake  smoth- 
ered in  whipped  cream 

We  talk  ot  Saturday's  foot-ball  game. 
it  was  cold  driving  back  to  town,  but 
the  new  fur  coat  from  Liebes  made  all 
the  world  seem  cozy  It  will  be  nice  to 
wear  at  the  races,  too,  where  bootleg 
betting  and  synthetic  tips  are  almost  as 
much  fun  as  the  bonded  booking  in  the 
good  old  days 

T        T        ▼ 

After  luncheon  we  stop  at  Newbegin's 
_/\_  or  at  Gelbcr-Lilienthal  to  send 
an  undepressing  novel  to  someone 
who  has  the  tlu.  Teddy  Lilienthal  showed 
me  the  new  room  ncaring  completion 
It    will    have    comtortable    chairs,     a 


Norman  tire-place,  and  tempting  book 
cases  to  actually  encourage  browsing 

From  there  we  go  to  the  City  ot  Paris 
to  see  the  English  furniture  in  the  Antique 
Salon.  On  display  is  a  set  of  lovely 
Hepplewhite  chairs  and  a  three  part 
Sheraton  table.  They  are  grouped  to- 
gether waiting  to  enter  some  apprecia- 
tive dining  room  The  chairs  are  in  ex- 
cellent condition  and  the  wood  is  beauti- 
tuUy  mellowed  Slender  ribs  form  the 
graceful  shield  back  and  the  delicate 
carving  is  headed  with  acanthus  cap- 
pings  The  set  was  exhibited  in  one  of 
the  well  known  London  galleries  last 
spring. 

T        T        T 

THE  aesthetic  mood  upon  us,  we  pro- 
ceed to  Old  Venice,  where  Mr, 
Lanzoni  shows  us  recent  arrivals  from 
Murano,  the  "Island  of  Glass."  We 
wonder  how  the  breath-like  glass  could 
have  been  made  by  human  hands,  and 
Mr.  Lanzoni  explains  how  the  work- 
man, seated  upon  a  chair  of  the  middle 
ages,  immerses  a  long  hollow  bar  in 
boiling  liquid,  then  blows  it  into  the  air 
When  the  desired  size  and  shape  is  ob- 
tained, an  assistant,  ready  with  another 
bar,  attaches  a  piece  of  molten  glass. 
Next  he  detaches  the  shape  from  the 
original  bar,  and  passes  around  the  edge 
of  the  object  a  point  of  cold  steel  with 
which  he  pierces  an  opening  All  this 
takes  place  in  a  few  seconds  The  glass  is 
then  put  in  a  fire,  to  give  it  the  necessary 
plasticity  for  working  in  the  various 
designs. 

We  would  like  to  listen  to  Mr  Lan- 
zoni indefinitely,  but  Venetian  glass  can- 


not keep  us  blond  That  golden  attribute 
belongs  to  J  Lesquendieu  whose  cos- 
metic specialties  from  Paris  arc  to  be 
tound  at  the  best  shops.  Flozor,  for 
brightening  hair,  is  an  easily  applied 
liquid,  that  subtly  gains  the  desired 
effect.  The  Lesquendieu  creams  and 
lotions  are  fast  becoming  as  famous  in 
this  country  as  they  are  abroad.  The 
rouge  Farjoli  and  lipstick  Tussy  are  on 
every  smart  dressing  table.  Beauty  may 
be  only  skin  deep,  but  in  this  age  of  sup- 
erficial appraisal,  men  do  not  delve. 


MEN !  We  hasten  to  the  White  House 
to  find  a  gift  for  Him,  and  have 
difficulty  in  deciding  which  of  the  flannel 
robes  will  be  most  brightening  at  the 
dull  breakfast  table.  We  finally  choose 
one  that  is  certain  to  bring  forth  good 
natured  sallies,  and  are  about  to  depart 
when  a  necktie  proves  utterly  irresist- 
ible It  is  part  of  a  man's  inheritance  to 
dislike  neckwear  selected  by  women,  hut 
there  are  ties  at  the  White  House  now, 
that  will  quickly  establish  feminine 
equality  in  the  haberdashery  phase  of 
life. 

It  is  growing  late,  and  a  woman's 
place  is  really  in  the  home — at  least  by 
five-thirty.  Joe  Shreve  is  fondly  patting 
good-night  the  Cadillacs  and  La  Salles 
to  which  he  has  given  police  protection 
despite  red  lines,  yellow  lines,  and  hy- 
drants. Shreve  is  famous  for  diamonds 
and  pearls,  but  the  real  jewel  of  the 
establishment  is  loc. 


Ready  for  Christmas 

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All  Departments 

Watches 

Diamonds 

Gold  Tewelrv 


SHREVE.TREAT  & 

EACRET 


ONE-THREE-SIX   UhARY   STREET 


Oui^  Assortment-^ 


Id 


Ahm'  Complete 

Sil\  erware 

Leather  Goods 

Stationery 


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NOVEMBER,  1928 

Wc  have  jus:  enough  time  to  dash 
into  H.  Lichcs  &  Co.  for  stockings  and  a 
pair  of  gloves.  The  tahles  piled  with 
Christmas  gifts  would  he  helpful  if  we 
had  our  list  with  us.  Oh  well,  the  street 
car  ads  say  to  shop  early  and  avoid  the 
rush,  so  we  will  be  downtown  tomorrow 
morning  by  nine. 

Frances  Francesca. 


Three  Sad  Stones 

Cunlinuec!  frtjm  pa^c  35 

appeared  just  then  :  big,  blonde,  Swedish, 
possessed  of  an  amazing  supply  of  risque 
yarns. 

" It  is  just  that  kid  next  door, ' '  she  ex- 
plained. "A  queer  case.  You  see  some 
big  butter-and-egg-man,  quite  a  fellow 
here  in  town,  got  her  in  a  bad  way.  She's 
only  sixteen  or  seventeen  The  baby  died 
and  she's  apparently  lost  her  mind.  The 
man  has  been  paying  her  bills,  but  now 
that  the  baby  is  dead  and  she's  insane,  he 
feels  he  can  step  out  She  keeps  talking 
that  way  about  walking  because  some- 
one told  her  she  would  have  to  walk  the 
streets  the  rest  of  her  life." 

The  aroma  of  flowers  and  then  quiet 
again.  The  big  Swede  holding  my  hand 
and  telling  me  the  one  that  the  interne 
told  her  before  dinner. 

Next  day  at  noon  I  awoke  from  a  fit- 
ful nap.  A  considerable  commotion  was 
audible  across  the  corridor.  A  deputation 
of  ladies,  big,  matronly,  and  wealthy, 
was  visiting  the  occupant  across  the 
way.  My  nurse  arrived  with  a  tray. 
"What's  that  twitter  about  across  the 
corridor?"  I  asked. 

"Oh,  it's  the  funniest  thing  you  ever 
heard  of!  Guess  who's  over  there?  Mrs 
Bivens!  She's  just  receiving  a  call  from 
some  Ladies  Aid  Society.  They've  come 
to  inspect  the  new  baby  and  congratu- 
late the  mother." 

"What's  funny  in  that,  darling  nurse, 
and  who  is  Mrs.  Bivens?" 

"1  thought  you  knew  —Why  Mrs. 
Bivens  is  the  wife  of  the  man  who  has 
forgotten  the  kid  who  has  the  room  next 
to  yours.  They  both  had  babies  don't  you 
see — and  Bivens  the  father  of  them  both 
— Isn't  it  funny  the  way  they  are  here  to- 
gether?" 

"Nurse,  you  must  not  use  that  word 
funny  so  often  and  so  improperly.  Still 
it  is  rather  funny,  isn't  it?" 

Flowers  again.  Ether.  Sleep,  drowsy 
sleep,  broken  by  the  chatter  of  the  ladies 
leaving  the  mother  across  the  corridor 
And  then  they  were  alone ;  the  happy 
wife  who  was  now  a  mother,  and  the 
girl  who  had  lost  her  child,  and  mind, 
and  was  not  a  mother. 


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to  accent u^\lc 
lovely  lips 

1  lie  la.snioiiaole  Frencli 
woman  liiiuws  tliat  Lipstick 
J-us.sy  lenas  nattiral  glowing 
color  to  tlie  l»ps  .  •  .  tne 
smootlines.s  and  fresnness  of 
youtn.  (Six  exquLsite  ant! 
inaeiible  sliaaes  Irom  wliicK 

to  clioose.      Eacli  enca.ved  in  JL  I    1^   ^  T  I  C^  1%, 

colorful  galalitl.e— tl,e  iileal       TTW    I  ^I  d^''^ 
lioiaer   to  retain   ptirity   and  ^|     ^|     J         ^^    ^^k     ^B 

freslwes..  *    ^^  »-^  ^~^    * 

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Lipstick  Tusiy  is  just  one  of 
many  famous  Lescjuendieu 
beauty  creations.  A  fascinat- 
ing illustrated  looklet,  re- 
printed fromtlie  Frencli.will 
tell  you  all  atout  tliem.  Any 
loilet  goods  department  will 
Le  pleased  to  give  you  a 
copy  ot  "Cosmetiques  "  ly 
Alonsieur  Lesquendieu. 


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A.  Famous  Doorway 

in  Hollywood  that  means  home  to  travelers 

The  doorway  of  this  hotel  means  home— persorell 
comfort — service — pleasant  surroundings.    It  also 
means  that  you  ar«  convenifntly  located  in  Holly- 
wood— film  capitol  of  thd  world — amusement  center 
of  Southern  California. 

Good  Food  a  Feature 

A  French  chef  has  made  the  dining  room  famous. 
Club   breakfasts,  luncheons  or  dinners  at  popular 
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Write   for  reservations  or  free  booklel  entitled, 
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do  you  know 
that  there  are  seven 
burglaries  to  every  fire 
in  this  country  yet 
practically  everyone 
carries  fire  insurance — 
think  it  over. 

Robin  J.  P.  Flynn 

INSURANCE  BROKER 

737  Russ  Bldg. 

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H.VALDESPINO 

has  opened  a  Gallery 
£7"  new  Show  Rooms  at 
347  O'Farrell  Street 
above  his  Workshop 
which  remains  at 

345  O'Farrell  Street 
San  Francisco 
Franklin   3533 


By  Beth  Wendel 

iM  TuLLY  takes  actual 


mmwssismm 

"7,*iii'.^iiiiiiii.)'^M«j  experience  figura- 
I  ti\cly,  and  his  writing 
lis  the  dull  throb  ot 
existence.  The  passing 
I  ot  time  and  events 
heightenhisperspective. 
Perhaps  Shanty  Irish  is 
his  best  book,  because 
It  is  the  far  edge  and 
deep  recess  of  his  back- 
ground. 

The  first  and  last  part  ot  the  book  are 
astounding.  They  are  written  with  un- 
deniable genius  and  the  characterization 
is  truly  great.  Digression  from  that  re- 
markable realism,  however,  strikes  a 
false  note.  With  the  introduction  ot 
fantasy,  Tully  seems  to  mutter,  "I'll 
show  'em  that  I  can  even  tell  a  tairy 
story !" 

The  people  ot  the  book  are  Jim  TuUy's 
family  There  is  Biddy,  his  mother,  who 
"lived  by  ignorance  and  died  by  taith," 
leaving  her  young  children  only  the 
memory  of  tragic  brown  eyes  and  beau- 
tiful auburn  braids. 

The  father,  "aware  ot  the  trap  in 
which  life  had  caught  him,  bowed  to  his 
tutility  like  a  gentleman." 

TuUy's  paternal  grandfather,  Old 
Hugie,  is  a  lovable,  wild,  iinaginative 
drunkard  whose  passion  tor  whiskey  and 
aversion  to  beer  brings  humorous  relief 
to  a  sordid  narrative. 

The  book  has  dramatic  moments  that 
beseech  a  playwright  to  beg,  borrow  or 
steal.  The  return  of  a  horse  thieving 
uncle  and  the  ostracism  of  an  Aunt  Moll 
who  "goes  Methodist"  already  seem 
behind  the  footlights  That  the  horse 
thief  was  forgiven  but  the  aunt  cursed 
forever  more  is  an  interesting  bit  ot 
Shanty  Irish  psychology  and  ethics. 

The  book  is  essentially  sad.  As  in 
Beggars  of  Life,  Jarnagan,  and  Circus 
Parade,  Tully  has  built  up  an  iron  re- 
sistance against  every  phase  of  life, 
except  its  futility.  To  this  futility,  Tully 
secretly  bows  his  shaggy  red  head,  then 
lifts  it  to  stare  straight  ahead  with  those 
tragic  brown  eyes. 

Jim  Tully  is  a  little  man.  His  feet 
seem  too  small  to  have  tramped  through 
lite,  and  his  hands  seem  too  small  for  the 
writing  of  great  books.  He  is  quite  un- 
accountable. 

"Sh.'\nty  Irish,"  by  Jim  Tully.  {Albert 
and  Charles  Boni.) 


MAX  Beerbohm  has  done  A  Variety 
of  Things.  From  scattered  periods 
ot    his   life   are  collected   fairy  stories, 


Larvest  fruits  and 
autumn  leaves  in  abundance  set  the 
stage  lor   the  Thanksgiving  festi- 
val at  the  Post  Street  Cafeteria. 
Throughout  the  month  of  No- 
vember,  pumpkin  pie,   plum 
pudding,  minced  meat,  cran- 
berries, and  other  holiday 
delicacies  will  be  served 
each  day  at  noon. 


A  special  Tlianksfln'iiiQ  Lunc/ieoit' 
u'l/l  be  j-en'ed  Xoi'einber  2Slh 


^ost  Street  Cafeteria 

62  Post  Street  =  ^an  Jf  rancisco 


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Bridge  Lessons 

by 

PAUL  W.  BLACK 

author  of 

"Auction  Bridge  Outline" 

Studio  lessons  at  Hotel  Mark 
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appointment.  Dav.  6300. 

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Contract — Thursdays  3:15  p.m. 
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NOVEMBER,  1928 


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Experts  approve  the 
acoustics  of  the 

Women's  City  Club 

Auditorium 

which   is  now  available 
to  individuals  and  organ- 
izations   for    Concerts, 
Recitals,  Lectures  and 
Entertainments.    It  has 
an  informal  atmosphere, 
will  seat  from  loo  to  700 
people  comfortably — and 
has  effective  lighting 
facilities. 
♦ 
An  attractive 

AUDITORIUM 

on  the  ground  floor 

465  Post  Street,  San  Francisco 
Telephone  Kearny  8400 


memoirs,  tributes,  parodies  and  a  play 
They  vary  in  vein  and  in  quality 

The  fancitul  conceptions  ol  an  imaj^- 
inative  boy,  naturally  dilTer  from  the 
sophistication  of  a  travelled  adult.  Like- 
wise the  enthusiasm  of  early  apprecia- 
tions are  later  altered  or  subdued. 

Beerbohm  develops  within  his  own 
volume.  A  believing  young  person  be- 
comes a  sceptic  Combined  irony  and 
tenderness  grow  more  ironic  and  less 
tender.  The  seeds  of  satire  bear  burlesque. 
The  young  Beerbohm  who  thought, 
"You  aren't  very  nice,"  later  shouts, 
"You're  terrible!" 

Beerbohm  is  at  his  best  in  carica- 
ture People  jar  him,  and  he  says  so 
People  are  peculiar  to  him,  and  he  visual- 
izes them  that  way. 

His  drawing  is  more  facile  than  his 
writing,  but  many  artists  derive  equal 
pleasure  from  a  secondary  medium. 

Beerbohm  reaches  his  greatest  height 
as  the  bad  boy  of  Brittania.  He  has  been 
very  rude  to  frowning  England,  but 
always  as  an  affectionate  member  of  the 
family  Perhaps  that  is  why  his  drawings 
are  signed  merely  "Max."  Just  plain 
"Max"  could  never  be  entirely  mali- 
cious. "Max"  seems  a  bit  of  an  apology, 
too. 

But  all  these  ending  comments  refer 
to  his  drawings,  and  as  1  said  in  the  be- 
ginning. Max  Beerbohm  has  done  A 
Variety  ot  Things 

"A  Variety  of  Things,"  by  Max  Beer- 
bohm. {Alfred  A.  Knopf) 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

10UIS  Untemeyer  has  excellent  taste 
J  in  poetry  and  in  clothes.  His  anthol- 
ogies are  well  tailored  and  his  dinner 
jacket  has  metrical  perfection. 

He  is  a  successful  business  man,  a 
frothy  lecturer,  and  now  he  has  written  a 
novel  that  is  a  sociological  achievement 

Louis  Untemeyer  has  succeeded  in 
making  a  definite  personality  of  Moses, 
the  man  who  proposed  the  Ten  Com- 
mandments and  made  the  whole  civil- 
ized world  vote  Yes. 

Untemeyer  holds  aside  the  bull  rushes 
and  lets  lis  peep.  His  startling  brilliancy 
blinds  the  reader  to  the  historical  research 
behind  the  book.  His  spontaneous  wit 
quells  any  objection  to  the  somewhat 
shocking  revelations 
"Moses,"  by  Louis  Untemeyer.  (Har- 
court-Brdcc  &  Co). 

T       ▼       T 

SO  MANY  modern  writers  are  described 
as  "sophisticated"  and  "satirical," 
that  the  terms  have  nearly  reached  the 

Continued  on  page  46 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


S/w:  You've  been  taking  dancing 

lessons  on  the  q.  t. 
He:   No.  But  why  the  accusation? 
She:  You  dance  so  much  better. 
He:    It's  the  music,  child. 


Not  surprising,  that  .  .  .  witli 
Gorilon  Henderson  and  his 
Palm  Court  Orchestra!  And, 
the  wholly  capitivating  lianct/ 
atmosphere! 


Table  d'hote  dinners  l$1.75  and 
$2.50)  and  a  la  carte  dinners  without 
convert  charge.  Supper  evcrv  eve- 
ning except  Sunday  at  9  o'clock, 
$1.50,  and  after-theatre  supper  11 
p.  m.  to  1  a.  m.  $1,  without  couvert. 
For  non-diners,  a  couvert  of  $1  on 
Saturday  evenings;  50  cents 
other  e\*enings  idter  9  p.  in.  -«r-^ 
Dancing  S  p.  m.  to  I  a.  in. 


JruL 

PALACE 

nOTCL 


SAN  FRANCISCO 


Management,  HaiseyE.  Manwarino 


Spotlight 

t Continued  Irom  page  It) 

tor  ir.  But,  here  again,  as  with  the  la- 
neral  scene  of  the  opening  play,  our  feel- 
ini;  may  be  attributed  to  bias  Once, 
when  we  were  very  young,  fantasies 
enthralled  us  But,  little  by  little,  our 
delight  in  such  dramatic  fare  wore  away 
until  one  day  we  went  to  see  Maude 
Adams  in  "A  Kiss  For  Cinderella"  and 
we  knew  that  our  childhood  had  passed 
True,  when  we  last  visited  the  Great 
White  Way,  we  were  beguiled  into  see- 
ing a  performance  ot  "The  Wisdom 
Tooth,"  We  went  with  high  hopes  chat 
youth  might  have  been  recaptured  but 
the  only  comfort  we  had  from  our  bore- 
dom was  that  if  youth  had  not  been  re- 
captured at  least  second  childhood 
remained  a  comfortable  distance  away 

The  first  act  of  "The  Devil  in  the 
Cheese"  does  not  go  fantastic  until  the 
last  ten  minutes,  but,  even  so  it  is  not 
what  we  should  call  plausible  entertain- 
ment. When  the  curtain  went  up  we  sat 
confused  for  some  moments,  wondering 
what  was  going  on.  We  fancied  that  the 
two  men  in  the  background  walking  in 
circles  were  grinding  corn.  And  when 
the  English  speaking  visitors  began  to 
arrive  we  were  further  puzzled  trying  to 
determine  their  sectionality,  if  not  their 
nationality.  The  Greek  part  of  the  en- 
semble was  fairly  definite  but  the  rest  of 
the  cast  had  accents  so  at  odds  with 
everyone  else  that  it  was  a  toss-up 
whether  the  family  involved  was  En- 
glish, Mineola,  or  just  plain  Hollywood. 
For  all  brands  of  the  mother-tongue 
were  spoken,  including  alleged  Cockney, 
It  is  too  bad  that  there  can  not  be  a  sort 
of  Esperanto  of  stage  diction  evolved 
tor  the  benefit  of  a  long-sufTering  Ameri- 
can public.  The  only  casts  that  hang  to- 
gether in  the  matter  of  stage  diction 
seem  to  be  those  that  come  to  us  via 
London,  All  the  rest  is  variety  and  con- 
tusion. 

We  rather  liked  the  old  gentleman 
that  Talbot  Henderson  portrayed  until 
he  asked  the  Egyptian  god,  whom  he 
had  unwittingly  released  from  thrall- 
dom,  to  let  him  have  a  peek  at  his 
daughter's  biain.  It  seemed  impossible 
that  any  human  could  have  been  opti- 
mistic enough  to  fancy  that  she  had  one. 
We  sat  superior  through  the  father's 
request  and  the  god's  acquiescence,  feel- 
ing sure  that  the  curtain  would  rise  upon 
utter  darkness  and  continue  so  for  the 
normal  time  it  takes  to  run  over  an  aver- 
age second  act.  But  to  our  surprise  the 
daughter  had  something  that  passed  for 
mental  equpment,  and  we  found  that 
optimism  ran  in  the  family.  The  things 
her  brain  conceived  grew  curiouser  and 
curiouser  until  the  moment  came  when 
she  produced  a  baby  painlessly  in  less 
time  than  it  would  take  a  bootlegger  to 

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HONOLULU,  October  30 — Every 
boat  brings  more  interesting 
honeymooners  to  our  flowery 
shores.  Recently  we  had  the  pleasure  oi 
welcoming  Mrs.  Howard  Lee  Schles- 
ingcr  and  his  beautiful  bride,  the  tormer 
Miss  Emelie  Wilson  of  San  Francisco. 
Their  wedding  was  an  event  ot  great 
interest  on  the  coast,  and  we  can  well 
believe  that  Mrs.  Schlesinger  made  a 
regal  picture  in  her  bridal  robes. 

Another  newly  wedded  couple  whom 
we  have  delighted  to  welcome  were  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Eldrege  Douglass  Mrs  Doug- 
lass was  Miss  Celeste  Perry,  a  member 
of  a  prominent  Pasadena  family.  Mr. 
Douglass  is  a  son  of  Leon  S.  Douglass 
of  Menlo  Park,  Calitornia.  The  elder 
Mr.  Douglass  amassed  a  fortune  in  the 
building  of  the  Victor  Talking  Machine 
corporation  and  ot  late  years  has  devoted 
himself  to  his  latest  hobby  .  color  photog- 
raphy. 

Recently  welcomed  to  the  service  set 
here  were  Lieutenant  and  Mrs.  Robert 
Sylvester  Nourse  who  arrived  at  Scho- 


field  barracks  to  take  up  their  residence 
for  an  indeterminate  period.  Lieutenant 
and  Mrs    Nourse  arrived  on  the  Cam- 


bria. The  young  officer  graduated  from 
West  Point  two  years  ago  and  since  that 
time  has  been  stationed  at  the  Presidio 
of  San  Francisco. 

Two  popular  San  Francisco  debu- 
tantes. Miss  Ficttie  Stephenson  and  Miss 
Evelyn  Lansdale,  were  visitors  here  dur- 
ing September,  always  a  lovely  month 
in  Hawaii  They  were  with  Miss 
Stephenson's  lather,  Mr.  Ferdinand 
Stephenson,  and  arrived,  lei-laden,  on 
the  Malolo.  The  party  had  a  glorious 
time  while  here,  making  the  usual  trips 
to  the  volcano  and  to  the  sugar  and  pine- 
apple plantations  during  the  day,  swim- 


ming and  enjoying  the  other  Waikiki 
sports  and  every  night  dancing  at  the 
fashionable  Honolulu  hotels. 

A  charming  Portland  bride  in  our 
midst  was  Mrs  Frederick  Sidney  Haines, 
Jr.  who,  with  Mr.  Haines,  visited  Hono- 
lulu early  in  October.  Their  marriage 
was  an  important  occasion  last  Septem- 
ber, now  they  have  returned  to  San  Fran- 
cisco, which  is  to  be  their  future  home. 

The  many  friends  of  Mrs.  Eleanor 
Hyde-Smith  have  delighted  to  welcome 
and  entertain  her.  Mrs  Hyde-Smith  is 
with  her  son-in-law  and  daughter,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Harold  Dillingham,  and  will 
be  the  recipient  of  much  social  attention 
while  she  is  here. 

Here,  as  on  the  mainland,  football  is 
the  all-absorbing  topic  of  interest  just 
now.  We  do  not  have  so  many  of  the 
"big"  games  that  those  on  the  coast 
enjoy,  but  there  is  no  lack  of  enthusiasm. 
During  October  and  November,  Hono- 
lulu is  "football  mad"  and  the  games 
are  the  central  pivot  about  which  all  of 
the  social  events  revolve. 


For  Forty  Years 

IN  THE  seven  States  of  the  Pacific 
Coast  and  Slope,  two  generations 
of  men.  most  particular  of  their 
appearance,  and  distinctive  in  dress, 
have  turned  to  us  for  their  made- 
to-measure  Dress  Shirts,  Tuxedo 
Shirts,  Sports  Shirts,  Neckivear, 
Lounging  Robes,  Slumber  Robes, 
Underwear,  Pajamas. 

Do  Co  HEGEE 

Men's  Apparel  to  Measure 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


ttTHE  WfilTEl^iiuaEO. 

\V^   RAPHAEL  WEILL  8  COMPANY/ r. 


\No\vIiCanB^T(l^l4 


FTEN  and  ottcn  the 
most  carctul  hostess 
has  to  hear  down 
heavy  on  the  will 
'  power  to  keep  her 
mind  out  o  f  t  h  e 
kitchen  and  intent  on 
the  conversation  of 
the  man  on  her  right.  But  as  November 
ncars  that  famous  last  Thursday  ot  the 
month  she  can  remove  all  inhibitions 
and  become  as  kitchen-minded  as  she 
chooses  with  everyone  aiding  and  abet- 
ting her.  Shopping  and  marketing 
become  a  high  adventure  tinged  with 
blissful  visions  ot  kingly  feasting  .  .  of 
candle  lit  tables  .  .  gleaming  silver  and 
crystal  .  .  all  that  Thanksgiving  means 
to  the  woman  who  lo\'es  her  home  and 
its  appoinmients.  The  White  House,  ot 
course,  joins  in  the  preparations. 

Is  the  good  old  family  roasting  pan  in 
condition?  So  much  depends  on  its  co- 
operation that  at  the  first  sign  of  insub- 
ordination the  best  kitchens  have  it 
deposed  immediately  and  a  new  one  in- 
stalled. Wager  Ware,  solid,  heavy,  of 
permanent  qualities  that  endear  it  to  the 
cook  of  parts,  is  worthy  of  generations 
of  Thanksgiving  turkeys. 


UT  this  imposing 
monarchotthekitchen 
is  in  reality  no  more 
important  than  the 
lowliest  sauce  pan  .  . 
for  does  not  each  pud- 
ding dish,  pie  plate 
and  jelly  mould  con- 
tribute its  own  specialty  to  the  grande 
ensemble^  Interpreted  in  the  supreme 
medium  of  Wagner  Aluminum  the  most 
humble  utensil  is  lifted  out  of  whatever 
inferiority  complex  it  may  have  devel- 
oped. You  will  be  enchanted,  and  inspired 
to  bigger  and  better  kitchens  when  you 
have  seen  the  many  helpful  Wagner 
Ware  "little  pans"  of  all  shapes,  sizes 
and  novel  uses  in  the  Household  Depart- 
ment. Kookin  China  is  another  helpful 
convenience    that    dates    your    kitchen 


ANY  a  Thanksgiving 
party  will  gather 
around  a  damasked 
table  whose  snowy 
linen  has  a  White 
■■House  history.  For 
seventy-four  years  fine 
linens  have  been  thought  of  simulta- 
neously with  The  White  House.  Stately 
grandmothers  who  will  preside  at  1928 
gatherings  still  have  in  their  possession 
White  House  linens  that  came  to  them  as 
brides,  now  valued  as  precious  heirlooms. 
In  the  dignified  homes  along  Jackson 
street.  Pacific,  Union  and  all  those  famous 
up-and-down  streets  of  Nob  Hill  this  very 
Thanksgiving  will  find  the  proudest 
tables  laid  with  White  House  napery 
that  dates  back  to  an  early  period  of  San 
Francisco  society. 


twentieth  century. 


HE    Twentieth    Cen- 
tury vogue  for  pewter 
^  finds   an   appropriate 
^'Z      place  on  the  Thanks- 
^^     giving  table.  Mellow 
^^^    toned,    smooth    sur- 
^^      faced  metal  in   oval 
-'  platters,  round  bowls 

of  delightful  simplicity,  amusing  jugs, 
jars  without  handles,  squat  little  candle 
holders  .  .  quaintly  reminiscent  ot  that 
first  Thanksgiving  day  .  .  and  so  mod- 
ernly  attractive.  The  complete  collection 
of  modern  pewter  (by  the  way,  much 
more  pure  and  free  from  alloy  than  the 
old)  in  The  White  House  silver  section 
will  give  you  many  ideas  in  table  decora- 
tion. 

Color  always  has  been  very  much 
present  in  the  Thanksgiving  scheme  .  . 
in  autumn  foliage  and  flowers  .  .  in  the 
brilliant  fruits  .  .  even  reflected  in  the 
perennial  cranberry  sauce  and  golden 
pumpkin  pies.  Now  it  is  welcomed  in 
transparent  glass  dinner  services  of  am- 
ber brown  .  .  clear  green  .  .  glowing 
rose  .  .  light  or  dark  blue  .  .  deep  ruby 
red.  Everything  matches  from  tumblers 
to  vegetable  dishes,  giving  a  glamorous 
quality  to  the  cheerful  scene.  Richly 
patterned  Black  Knight  service  plates 
combine  pleasantly  with  this  service  or 
any  plain  colored  sets.  In  so  many  inval- 
uable ways  The  White  House  can  help 
you  to  make  this  Thanksgiving  an  au- 
spicious opening  to  the  holiday  season. 


ADVERTISEMENT 


Spider  Boy 

Continued  from  page  14 

gracious  in  its  treatment  of  him.  Mrs.  I 
Parsons  intimates  that  it  is  time  some- 
thing  was  done  about  these  writers  who 
come  out  here,  accept  our  hospitality, 
and  then  laugh  at  us  on  every  page.  I 
agree  with  her.  We  might  cease  to  fawn 
on  every  one  who  comes  within  our  bor- 
ders. When  a  Van  Vechten  arrives  we 
strive  to  outdo  one  another  in  throwing 
open  our  doors  to  him,  and  so  enthusias- 
tically do  we  pounce  upon  him  that  he 
gets  the  impression  that  we  are  a  lot  of 
hero  worshippers.  And  that  is  exactly 
what  we  are.  The  mass  mind  of  Holly- 
wood is  sycophantic,  and  has  a  strong 
tendency  toward  publicity  madness." 

Beaton  ends  his  honestly  intelligent 
article  by  saying,  "Those  who  come 
among  us,  accept  our  cordial  attention 
and  later  hold  us  up  to  scorn,  are  people 
with  brains  and  no  breeding,  and  the 
presence  of  the  one  does  not  excuse  the 
absence  ot  the  other.  We  should  make  a 
practice  of  entertaining  only  those  who 
have  both." 


BUT  at  that  Hollywood  is  funny, 
"tunny  as  hell  at  times."  There  is  a 
certain  pathos  in  the  quality  of  its  funni- 
ness.  It  hurts.  It  is  such  a  naive  little 
world  with  its  emotions  worn  so  casu- 
ally. .  .  . 

Without   doubt   any   community    of 
celebrities,  either  social  or  otherwise  .  .  . 
could  be  satirized,  burlesqued.  It  is  easy 
to  ridicule,  much  more  difficult  to  create  _ 
beauty.  I 

And  all  of  Hollywood  could  never  be 
more  bizarre  than  the  actions  of  this 
same  novelist  .  .  .  who  seems  to  prefer 
his  negro  friends  to  his  white  friends. 

It  was  Carl  himself  who  brought  un- 
invited .  .  .  some  negroes  from  Central 
Avenue  to  a  famous  playwright's  house. 
He  spent  the  evening  dancing  with  one 
and  listening  to  the  other  one  singing. 
Later,  as  they  left  the  party  .  .  .  one  of 
the  tall  young  colored  men  stepped  up  to 
the  host  and  asked  for  sixty  dollars. 
Sixty  dollars  for  having  helped  to  enter- 
tain. 

The  author  of  "Peter  Wiffle,"  "The 
Blind  Bow  Boy,"  and  "Spider  Boy" 
should  really  have  paid  the  bill  himself 
since  he  had  enjoyed  the  entertainment 
so  much  more  than  anyone  else 

So  little  Spider  Boy  .  .  .  you  who  were 
seduced  so  unwillingly  into  signing 
motion  picture  contracts  .  .  .  run  along 
home  and  look  long  and  seriously  at 
your  image  in  a  full  sized  mirror  .  .  . 
then  try  to  laugh  .  .  .  try  shouting  to  the 
stars  about  what  you  see  there.  .  .  . 


NOVEMBER,  1928 


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shelves  of  yesterview,  where  "interest- 
ing" and  "exciting"  lie  in  a  discarded 
pile  Likewise  1  am  loath  to  call  Ann 
Parish  "subtle"  or  "smart,"  tor  I  admire 
her  tremendously,  and  these  words  have 
become  the  property  of  advertisement 
writers.  All  Kneeling  should  not  be 
given  the  adjectives  that  a  lipstick  or 
powder  compact  receive. 

The  story  is  of  Cristabel,  a  beautiful 
and  charming  person  whose  poetic  soul 
is  authentic,  but  alloyed  by  a  quantity  of 
worldly  wisdom.  The  latter  attribute 
sails  her  to  New  York,  where  the  under- 
fed and  over-read  young  aesthetes  are 
All  Kneeling. 

Ann  Parish,  in  1924,  won  the  Harper 
prize  for  her  Perennial  Bachelor.  She 
was  cruising  in  the  Mediterranean,  when 
she  received  news  of  the  honor,  and  for- 
tunately Sinclair  Lewis  was  not  aboard 
to  eclipse  the  joy  of  the  occasion.  What- 
ever the  plans  for  Miss  Parish's  near 
future  may  be,  1  suggest  that  she  cancel 
them,  buy  a  yacht  and  head  straight  for 
the  blue  waters,  just  for  luck. 
"All  Kneeling,"  by  Anne  Parish. 
(Harper.) 

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manufacture  imported  Gordon  gin. 
Even  the  ease  with  which  she  put  her 
husband  in  the  presidential  chair  was  as 
nothing  compared  to  this.  We  left  the 
theatre  just  as  the  successful  candidate 
for  the  presidency  was  receiving  the 
plaudits  of  his  fellow-townsmen.  In 
spite  of  a  re-assurance  on  the  part  of  the 
program  that  the  fantasy  was  over  and 
that  the  ne.xt  act  would  swing  back  to 
normalcy  again,  we  had  our  doubts.  Our 
fears  were  not  unfounded  for  a  survivor 
of  the  entire  show  told  us  the  next  day 
that  the  Greek  inmates  of  the  monastery 
turned  out  to  be  bandits.  This  may  not 
be  exactly  fantasy  but  it  makes  a  noise 
suspiciously  like  a  trick  ending  and  for 
one  night  we  had  stood  enough.  Our 
punishment  for  hinting  that  "The  Devil 
in  the  Cheese"  is  not  Guild  stuff  will 
probably  be  to  have  the  management 
inform  us  at  the  end  of  the  year  that  it 
was  the  best  box  office  attraction  of  the 
season  But,  granting  this  is  so,  we  will 
not  withdraw  our  charge.  Even  if  it  had 
been  flawlessly  done  we  should  still  pro- 
claim is  dramatic  jello. 


STATEMENT    OF    THE    OWNERSHIP 
MANAGEMENT,  CIRCULATION,  ETC 
REQUIRED    BY    THE    ACT    OF    CON- 
GRESS OF  AUGUST  24,  19:2, 

ot  The  San  Franclscan,  published  monthly  ac 
San  Francisco,  California  for  Oct.  1,  1928. 
State  of  California  \ 

County  of  San  Francisco  J^^' 

Before  me,  a  Notary  Puhlic  in  and  for  the 
State  and  county  aforesaid,  personally  appeared 
Joseph  H.  Dyer,  Jr.,  who,  having  been  duly 
sworn  according  to  law,  deposes  and  says  that 
he  is  the  owner  and  publisher  of  the  San 
Franciscan  and  that  the  following  is,  to  the 
best  of  his  knowledge  and  belief  a  true  state- 
ment of  the  ownership,  etc.,  of  the  aforesaid 
publication  for  the  date  shown  in  the  above 
caption,  required  by  the  Act  of  August  24, 
1912,  embodied  in  section  411,  Postal  Laws 
and  Regulations,  printed  on  the  reverse  of  this 
form,   to   wit: 

1 .   That  the  names  and  addresses  of  the  pub- 
lisher,  editor,    managing  editor,    and   business 
managers  are : 
Publisher:  Joseph  H.   Dyer,  Jr. 

San  Francisco. 


Editor:  Joseph    H.    Dyer,    Jr. 
San  Francisco. 


Sharon  Bldg., 
Sharon    Bldg., 


Managing  Editor:  (None). 
Business  Manager  :  Alfred  H.  Hendrickson.Russ 
Bldg.,  San  Francisco. 

2.  That  the  owner  is:  (If  owned  by  a  corpo- 
ration, its  name  and  address  must  be  stated 
and  also  immediately  thereunder  the  names  and 
addresses  of  stockholders  owning  or  holding 
one  per  cent  or  more  of  total  amount  of  stock. 
If  not  owned  by  a  corporation,  the  names  and 
addresses  of  the  individual  owners  must  be 
given.  If  owned  by  a  hrm,  company,  or  other 
unincorporated  concern,  its  names  and  address, 
as  well  as  those  of  each  individual  member, 
must  be  given.)  Joseph  H.  Dyer,  Jr.,  Sharon 
Bldg.,  San  Francisco. 

3.  That  the  known  bondholders,  mortgagees, 
and  other  security  holders  owning  or  holding 
1  per  cent  or  more  of  total  amount  of  bonds, 
mortgages,  or  other  securities  are :  (If  there  are 
none,  so  state.)  None. 

4.  That  the  two  paragraphs  next  above, 
giving  the  names  of  the  owners,  stockholders, 
and  security  holders,  if  any,  contain  not  only 
the  list  of  stockholders  and  security  holders  as 
they  appear  upon  the  books  of  the  company 
but  also,  in  cases  where  the  stockholder  or  se- 
curity holder  appears  upon  the  books  of  the 
company  as  trustee  or  in  any  other  fiduciary 
relation,  the  name  of  the  person  or  corporation 
for  whom  such  trustee  is  acting,  is  given;  also 
chat  the  said  two  paragraphs  contain  state- 
ments embracing  affiant's  full  knowledge  and 
belief  as  to  the  circumstances  and  conditions 
under  which  stockholders  and  security  holders 
who  do  not  appear  upon  the  books  of  the  com- 
pany as  trustees,  hold  stock  and  securities  in  a 
capacity  other  than  that  of  a  bona  fide  owner; 
and  thLs  atliant  has  no  reason  to  believe  that 
any  other  person,  association,  or  corporation 
has  any  interest  direct  or  indirect  in  the  said 
stock,  bonds,  or  other  securities  than  as  so 
stated  by  him. 

5.  That  the  average  number  of  copies  of 
each  issue  of  this  publication  sold  or  distrib- 
uted, through  the  mails  or  otherwise,  to  paid 
subscribers  during  the  six  months  preceding 
the  date  shown  above  is —  (This  information 
is  required  from  daily  publications  only.) 
Joseph  H.  Dyer,  Jr. 

Sworn  to  and  subscribed  before  me  this  1st 
day  of  October,  1928. 

Mary  F.  Redding, 

Notray  Public  in  and  for  the  City  and 
County  of  San  Francisco,  State  of  Cali- 
fornia. (My  commission  expires  July 
14,   1929.) 


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LEGITIMATE  THEATRES 

Alcazar — Lombardi  Ltd.  With  Leo  Carillo  in 
his  perennial  role  this  piece  seenis  set  till 
spring.  A  quartet  of  film  beauties  add  lustre. 

Berkeley  Playhouse:  The  Swan  to  be  fol- 
lowed by  The  JMight  of  the  Burning  Pestle 
as  the  annual  Xmas  show. 

Capitol  :  O.  D.  Woodward,  Jack  Brehany,  and 
Ben  Giroux  promise  a  number  of  attractive 
shows  to  open  in  the  middle  of  the  month 
at  this  newly  refurnished  house. 

Columbia:  The  \larriage  Bed  will  quite  ap- 
propriately succumb  to  The  Trial  of  M.ary 
Dugan — also  a  mid  month  movement. 

Curran  :  The  Desert  Song.  This  theatre  again 
becomes  legitimate  on  the  thirty-first  of  the 
month  when  Nance  O'Neil  in  The  Silver 
Chord  arrives. 

Geary:  The  .Merchant  of  IJenice.  Geroge  Ar- 
liss  in  Shakespearian  garb  will  dust  the 
stage  of  this  house  for  the  Stratford  on  Avon 
reperetory  company  rumored  to  be  arriving 
in  two  weeks. 

Gaite  Francaise:  San  Francisco's  most  unique 
and  charming  French  Theatre  is  now  show- 
ing its  first  bill  of  the  new  season. 

Players  Guild:  Closed  until  the  first  Monday 
in  January  when  Charlotte  Walker  in  The 
Tetter  is  promised. 

President:  Toother's  Tvlillions — a  running 
mate  to  Lombardi  with  May  Robson  drag- 
ging  em  in. 

Puppet  Theatre  :  Ralph  Chesse's  production  of 
T^acbeth.  Opposition  for  Gordon  Craig. 

MOTION  PICTURES 
Embassy  :  Al  Jolson  in  The  Singing  Pool  to  be 
followed  by  another  one  hundred  per  cent 
talking  picture  The  Hometowners. 
Granada  :   Weekly  change.    Paramount   films 

predominating. 
St.  Francis.  Lilac  Time  and  then  who  knows? 

VAUDEVILLE 

Golden  Gate:  Phototone,  Pathe,  and  Panto- 
mime are  now  ruling  this  garrison. 

Orpheum.  Conway  Tearle  in  person  followed 
by  Virginia  Valli,  Roy  D'Arcy  and  sundry 
other  erstwhile  picture  stars. 

Pantages  :  Consistently  good  pictures  emana- 
ting from  Universal  and  Columbia  with 
vaudeville. 


MUSIC 

December  4  :  Popular  Concert.  San  Francisco 
Orchestra.  Frieda  Hempel,  soloist.  Civic 
Auditorium. 

December  5:  Yehudi  Menuhin,  violin  prodigy, 
recital.  Civic  Auditorium. 

December  6:Elsa  Alsen,  recital.  Dreamland 
Auditorium. 

December  8 :  Popular  Concert.  San  Francisco 
Symphony  Orchestra.  William  Wolski,  so- 
loist. Dreamland  Auditorium. 

December  10:  Adelaide  Harlan,  soprano. 
Scottish  Rite. 

December  11.  Sorosis  Hall.  Ernest  Bloch's 
lecture  on  America. 

December  14  and  1 5  :  San  Francisco  Symphony 
Orchestra.  Carl  Friedberg,  pianist  soloist. 
Curran  Theatre  and  Dreamland  Audi- 
torium. 

December  16:  Nicolas  Rivera,  violin  recital. 
Scottish  Rite. 

December  20  :  Civic  Auditorium.  World  Pre- 
miere of  Ernest  Bloch's  America.  San  Fran- 
cisco Symphony  Orchestra  in  the  greatest 
event  of  the  season. 

December  22 :  Dreamland  Auditoriuin.  San 
Francisco  Orchestra.  In  Popular  Concert. 

December  28  and  29  :  San  Francisco  Symphony 
Orchestra.  E.  Robert  Schmitz,  soloist.  Cur- 
ran Theatre  and  Dreamland  Auditorium. 

DANCING  AND  DINING 

St.  Francis,  where  one  learns  the  importance 
of  being  Ernest. 

Taits  at  the  Beach,  where  you  may  win  a 
doll  on  Wednesday  night. 

Sir  Francis  Drake,  where  the  traditional  gal- 
lantry lives  up  to  its  name. 

The  Palace,  where  an  orchestra  of  personali- 
ties provides  irresistable  dance  rhythms. 

Camille's,  441  Pine,  where  men  may  be  with- 
out women. 

Mark  Hopkins,  where  the  Varsity  drags  its 
girl  friends. 

Fairmont,  where  the  dowager  of  Nob  Hill 
sits  in  marble  halls. 

Deauville,  1516  Stockton,  where  it  is  never 
too  late. 

Solari's,  354  Geary,  where  food  is  taken 
seriously. 


New  Frank's,  447   Pine,  a  French  restaurant 

with  true  Continental  flavor. 
California  Market  Restaurant,  where  the 

Financial  Figures  get  their  need  of  golf. 
Courtyard    Tea    Room,    450    Grant,    where 

East  meets  West. 
Russian  Tea  Room,  1001    Vallcjo,  where  we 

see  the  evolution  of  the  revolution. 
Oriental  Restaurant,  41  Grant,  where  east 

is  west. 
The  Aldeane,  275  Post,  where  the  noon  hour 

isn't  in  a  hurry. 
Temple    Bar    Tea    Room,    1    Tillman    Place, 

where  you'd  better  make  a  reservation. 
Post  Street  Cafeteria,  where  Heaven  helps 

him  who  helps  himself. 

ART 
Courtesy  of  the  Argus 

Beaux  Arts  Galerie:  Through  December  4, 
oils,  water  colors  and  drawings  by  Ina 
Pcrham.  December  7  to  31,  group  show  by 
artist  members  of  the  Club  Beaux  Arts. 

California  Palace  of  the  Legion  of  Honor  : 
Through  December  31,  paintings  by  artists 
of  the  Southwest.  Jacob  Stern  loan  collec- 
tion. Permanent  collections. 

De  Young  Memorial  Museum:  Permanent 
collections.  Free  art  lectures  on  Sunday  and 
Wednesday  afternoons. 

Courvoisier's:  General  exhibition  of  works 
by  contemporary  artists  of  America  and 
abroad. 

East  West  Gallery  of  Fine  Arts:  Through 
December  11,  Lucien  Labaudt  collection  of 
post-Ce;anne  paintings.  December  12  to  31, 
Weyhe  print  collection. 

Paul  Elder  Gallery  ;  Annual  display  of 
Christmas  cards. 

Gump  Galleries:  General  exhibition. 

Public  Library,  Civic-Center  :  December  17 
to  24,  second  annual  exhibition  by  members 
of  the  Bay  Section  of  the  California  Art 
Teachers  Assn. 

VicKERY,  Atkins  &  Torrey  :  General  exhibi- 
tion of  etchings  by  American  and  foreign 
artists. 

Ethel  M.  Wickes  Studio:  Water  color  paint- 
ings of  California  wild  flowers. 

Worden  Gallery  :  Paintings  by  California 
artists.  Etchings  and  merzotints. 


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Vol.  II 


DECEMBER,  1928 


Licutenanc  Commander  Neville,  by  Edward  Weston    - 
"Grimhaven,"  by  Sidney  Herschel  Small    - 

Now  It  Can  Be  Told 

The  Opportunist,  by  Charles  Caldwell  Dobie 

Ecstasy,  by  Jesse  Thompson  -  ,  ,  .  . 

Some  Dramatists  of  International  Importance,  by  Sotomayo 

The  Playboy  of  the  Western  World,  by  Halph  Westerman 

Natalie  Morehead,  by  Herald  Brown 

Spotlight,  by  The  Caliph  .  .  .  ,  . 

Bay  Region  Miscellany,  by  Constance  Ferris 

Transients,  Princess  Maria  Carmi  Metchabelli,  by  Jack 

Campbell  ,--.,,, 

Coward,  verse  by  Sarah  Litsey  ,  ,  ,  , 

Toshi  Komori,  by  Herald  Broum         -  -  -  - 

Those  Were  The  Days,  by  Zoe  A.  Battu     -  -  . 

Clarence  Mattei,  by  Raymond  Armsby  .  -  - 

"Two  Old  Crownies,"  by  Clarence  Jvlattei 

Musical  Notes,  by  Duryea  Lawrence  -  -  , 

George  Arliss,  by  Douglas  Crane         -  .  .  , 

Mrs.  Charles  R.  Blythe,  by  Clarence  Mattei 

The  Reigning  Dynasty       ------ 

The  Other  Side  of  the  Pacific,  by  Dr.  John  Q.  Hill 
Toward  Nob  Hill,  by  William  Horace  Smith 
Security  Distribution,  by  Leland  S,  Kpss      -  .  . 

The  Spirit  of  Polo  in  Bronze,  by  Elza  Knauth     - 
Concerning  Bridge,  by  Paul  W.  Black,  -  -  - 

As  Seen  By  Her         ------- 

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The  San  Franciscan  is  published  monthly  by  The  San  Franciscan  Publishing  Company,  Sharon  Building.  San  Francisco.  Cal. 

Entered  as  second  class  matter  October  1928  at  the  Post  Office  at  San  Francisco,  California,  under  the  act  of  March  3.  1879 
Joseph  Dyer,  Publisher  H.  Lauterbach.  Circulation  Manager 

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Lieutenants  Commander  George^  0.  Ni%nlleJ,  U.S.N.R. 

This  distinflui.i-hed  San  Franciscan,  w/w  u'as  engineer  wi//!  Bi/rd  on  both  his  Xorth  Pole  and  trans- Atlantic  flights, 
has  recentltj  left  for  Europe  u'here  he  ii'ill  studi/  aeroplane  transportation  In  the  capacity  oj  technical 
sor  lo  a  $10,000,000  Iran  '-continental  air  .fen'lce  to  he  launched  ne.vl  i/ear 
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''Grimhaven" 


Some  Notes  and  Comment  on  Robert  Tasker  and  His  First  Novel 


Editor's  Note:  Robert  Joyce  Tasker,  whose  articles 
and  stories  have  appeared  in  The  American  Mercury 
and  The  San  Franciscan,  recently  completed  GRIM- 
HAVEN,  a  stern  realistic  story  of  prison  life  In  spite  of 
the  literary  blockade  enforced  at  San  Quentin,  the  man- 
uscript reached  Knopf  and  Company  who  published  it 
in  book  form.  The  literary  world  is  indebted  to  Mr, 
Small,  the  author  of  this  article,  for  the  encouragement 
and  assistance  which  made  possible  the  publication  of 
Tasker's  splendidly  written  human  document 

A  PRISON,  according  to  the  warden 
of  the  California  State  Peniten- 
tiary at  San  Quentin,  is  primarily 
a  place  for  punishment.  The  gentleman 
was  correctly  quoted  in  the  press  when 
he  madethatstatement  Punish  them,  says 
he, and  you  will  keep  them  from  ever 
returning  to  jail,  and  frighten  their  crim- 
inally-minded brethren  who  are  still  on 
the  outside 

The  warden  is  a  firm  believer  in  mak- 
ing punishment  fit  the  crime.  Hang 
murderers,  naturally  ,  .  ,  oi  unnaturally. 
"Yes,  sir,  Hickman's  death  was  an  act 
of  God  ■.  he  was  strangled  to  death  in- 
stead of  having  his  neck  broken." 
Whether  the  Lord  saw  to  it  that  the 
fingers  of  the  hangman  and  his  assistants 
(twenty-five  dollars  extra  for  every 
hanging)  bungled,  the  warden  does  not 
say,  but  the  implication  is  there 

Wife-beaters  should  be  trussed  up  and 
summarily  paddled  with  the  pickled 
stick.  Jim  Tully,  who  committed  lese 
majesty  by  calling  attention  to  the  war- 
den's one-time  toothless  condition  (he 
has  a  fine  set  of  store  teeth  now)  is  to  be 
visited  with  all  sorts  of  dire  things  if  he 
ever  sets  foot  within  the  sacred  portals  of 
San  Quentin  again  "I'll  boot  the  little 
this-and-that  clear  down  to  Two-Post," 
is  the  promise  waiting  for  Mr.  Tully. 

What  the  warden  is  going  to  do  to  me 
I  don't  exactly  know,  for  he  holds  me 
responsible  for  the  writing  of  Robert 
Joyce  Tasker's  "Grimhaven." 

What  he  has  done  to  Bob  Tasker  I 
don't    know    either     Since    publication 


By  SIDNEY  HERSCHEL  SMALL 

date  of  the  book,  no  newspaper  man  has 
been  permitted  to  see  Tasker  Whether  or 
not  he  is  in  "solitary,"  or  the  dungeon, 
or  has  merely  lost  his  privileges  ot  re- 
ceiving vistors,  the  newspapermen  do 
not  know,  although  they  have  all  taken 
their  guess. 

It  is  a  sad  state  of  affairs  Authorship 
throws  a  man  into  the  black  hole.  For 
holding  up  a  light,  Tasker  is  probably  in 
darkness  .  .  with  one  meal  a  week, 
bread,  water,  the  stench  of  unwashed 
bodies  and  unemptied  pots,  and,  if  my 
memory  does  not  fail  me,  cockroaches  of 
an  unbelievable  size. 

*    *    « 

GRIMHAVEN  must  be  considered  in 
two  ways :  as  a  piece  of  writing, 
and  as  a  commentary  upon  prison  life 
and  prisoners 

It  is  clearly,  often  beautifully  written, 
and  yet  it  is  when  Tasker  approaches  the 
dramatic  that  he  is  at  his  best,  for — pos- 
sibly from  prison  itself — he  has  learned 
restraint ; 

"My  eyes  darted  up  to  the  sentry- 
tower  above  There  was  a  tense  circle  of 
men,  and  in  their  confines  two  vicious 
Mexicans  faced  each  other.  There  was 
murder  in  their  faces.  Each  held  in  his 
hand  a  small,  slim  knife,  wicked  things 
ground  from  old  files.  Now  I  saw  a  third 
figure,  a  beautiful  Spanish  boy  ...  I 
thought  of  a  time  when  I  had  seen  a 
coquettish  girl  standing  aghast  while 
two  men  fought  out  a  quarrel  she  had 
provoked.  .  .  . 

"The  thing  was  endless.  I  had  been 
there  all  day,  it  seemed.  A  horrible  silence 
hung  over  them.  Nothing  like  the  fights 
I  had  seen,  with  a  jeering  audience. 
Nothing  to  call  the  attention  of  the 
guard  These  two  men  wanted  to  mur- 
der each   other,    and   the   rabble   about 


them,    respecting   that   wish,    remained 
silent  so  that  it  might  be  accomplished   . 

"Knives  flashed.  One  man's  cheek 
was  ripped  from  ear  to  chin.  The  flesh 
flapped  Sometimes  his  teeth  showed 
through  the  wound.  Another  slash. 
Another  ragged  seam  spurted  blood.  A 
great  brilliant  cross  from  ear  to  chin,  and 
from  eyes  to  jowl. 

"The  wounded  fellow  stared  at  the 
pile  of  coagulating  blood  upon  the 
ground  Then  he  ran  through  the  gate 
towards  the  hospital.  Very,  very  calmly 
a  man  rubbed  a  red  spot  from  his  hand 
The  victor  and  the  Spanish  boy  had  dis- 
appeared, .  .  ," 

(And  the  newspapermen,  not  an  hour 
later,  were  told  that  "Everything's  quiet 
here  ,  ,  .  not  a  bit  of  trouble"  Oh, 
well  .  .  .) 

Which  brings  us  to  "Grimhaven" 
as  an  account  of  prison  life  By  some  un- 
accountable error,  which  no  author  will 
easily  understand,  the  jacket  of  "Grim- 
haven"  has  not  blundered  The  book 
IS  a  stern,  realistic  story  of  prison  life.  It 
does  reveal  the  attitude  of  the  prisoners 
toward  the  outside  world,  the  officials, 
and  each  other.  It  does  form  a  human 
document  which  cannot,  or  should  not, 
be  neglected  by  those  interested  in  the 
spectacle  of  what  society  is  doing,  if  any- 
thing, to  its  recalcitrant  membeis. 

«    «    ? 

TASKER  has  shown  the  state  of  a  pris- 
oner'smind,upon  entering  jail,  when 
the  prison  spirit  begins  to  leaven  the 
mass  of  men,  and  all  through  peniten- 
tiary life.  He  has  done  this,  for  which 
thanks  should  be  given,  with  never  a 
snivvle  and  never  a  tear.  Here,  he  might 
have  said,  is  what  a  prison  is  in  1928. 
Take  a  look  at  it.  Laugh,  if  you  can;  I 

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10 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 


i 


WE  WERE  one  day  recently  passing 
through  a  remote  hamlet  in  the 
mountainous  regions  ot  the  state,  and 
while  making  our  way  along  Main 
Street  our  contemplation  of  the  Sierra 
peaks  and  quaint  rural  scenes  was  broken 
in  upon  by  a  great  clatter  of  bells, 
whistles  and  the  pounding  of  horses' 
hoofs.  With  considerable  delight  we 
stood  upon  the  curb  to  view  the  sight  of 
an  old  fashioned  steam  fire  engine  in  all 
the  fiery  glory  of  responding  to  an  alarm. 
Hard  by  us  was  a  gentleman  who 
evidently  had  imbibed  ot  forbidden  bev- 
erages not  wisely  but  much  too  gener- 
ously. As  the  laboring  and  puffing  engine 
bore  down  upon  us  he  took  a  coin  from 


his  pocket.  As  the  \xhicle  passed  by  he 
frantically  attempted  to  hail  its  driver. 
Failing  to  attract  his  attention,  the  in- 
ebriated one  ran  unsteadily  down  the 
street  in  the  wake  of  the  engine.  Finally 
he  realized  the  hopelessness  of  catching 
up  with  it  and  in  disgust  he  flung  the 
coin  in  the  direction  of  the  disappearing 
fire  department  and  shouted,  "To  hell 
with  your  old  peanuts  " 

▼       T       ▼ 

THE  war  at  last  is  over. 
This  we  announce  solemnly,  seri- 
ously and  without  humor.  For  ten  years 
the  war  has  been  over  officially  Yearly 
on  Armistice  Day,  Christmas,  Easter, 
Fourth  of  July,  Mother's  Day  and  simi- 
lar occasions  there  has  been  the  boom 
and  hullabaloo  of  peace  talk,  good  will 
and  friendship  between  nations. 

But  all  this  ceremony  had  a  bogus  and 
hollow  sound  and  we  never  had  a  really 
certain  and  secure  feeling  that  the  war 
was  over  until  one  morning,  dismount- 
ing from  the  Powell  Street  car,  we  saw 
the  restored  sign  The  Hof  Brau.  We 
could  scarcely  believe  our  sight.  Still, 
sure  enough  there  it  was  as  real,  as  new, 
modern,  red  electric  lights.  We  heaved  a 
sigh  of  relief.  The  war  was  at  last  over. 

T      ▼      ▼ 

ORDINARILY  wc  are  much  too  indo- 
lent to  bother  to  read  and  make 
sense  to  legal  notices  as  published  by  the 
government  in  obscure  parts  of  the  news- 
papers. They  are  printed  in  exceedingly 
small  type  and  tucked  away  among 
classified  ads,  statistics,  weather  reports 
and  ship  sailings — matter  which  always 
confuse  and  bewilder  us 


However  by  veriest  chance  we  read  a 
notice  of  the  Customs  House,  relating  to 
unclaimed  and  seized  goods.  We  read  it 
from  beginning  to  end  Who  wouldn't? 
It  stated  that  there  was  held  tor  identi- 
fication and  claiming  some  five  hundred 
cases  and  containers  of  choice  liquor — 
whisky,  rum,  cognac,  champagne, 
brandy,  vermouth,  claret,  zinfandel, 
Gordon  gin,  Ng  Ka  Pa  and  sundry  other 
liquids  with  entrancing  and  seductive 
names.  Hereafter  we  shall  always  read 
such  notices  carefully.  Perhaps  the  read- 
ing will  sometime  inspire  us  with  an  idea 
whereby  we  will  be  able  to  safely  claim 
some  of  these  contraband  delights  for 
ourselves  and  our  friends. 

T      T      ▼ 

OUR  bootblack,  Zeke,  is  a  "cullud 
gen'man  from  Alabamy,"  accord- 
ing to  his  own  testimony.  His  mahog- 
any colored  face  has  the  lineaments  of  a 
dusky  Napoleon;  his  flashing  eyes  the 
decision  of  a  Mussolini. 

We  had  often  wondered  how  such  a 
man  even  though  black,  should  be  fill- 
ing the  menial  post  of  bootblack.  Ob- 
viously he  had  a  past. 

The  other  morning  it  started  raining 
while  Zeke  was  giving  our  shoes  their 
daily  rub-a-dub-dub,  which  caused  us  to 
linger. 

Zeke  was  apparently  in  the  clutches 
of  the  blues.  He  went  about  his  task 
gloomily,  silently — quite  the  reverse  of 
his  usual  genial  huzzah. 

"What's  wrong?"  we  asked,  with 
ready  sympathy. 

He  looked  out  at  the  falling  rain. 

"Dis  heah  rain  always  makes  me  feel 
bad,  boss"  He  became  more  confidential 
as  he  went  on.  "Reminds  me  of  de  man 
I  kilt." 

"The  man  you  killed!" 

"Yassuh.  Dat's  why  I'se  way  off  out 
heah."  He  shook  his  head  dolefully. 
"But,  boss,  dat  man  didn't  have  no 
sense.  One  cold,  rainy  day  back  home  in 
Alabam  when  1  had  a  bad  cold,  and  my 
wife  done  run  off  wid  the  preacher,  and 
de  lightnin'  kilt  my  boss,  and  de  mule 
done  up  and  died,  and  de  sheriff  was 
lookin'  fob  me  wid  a  warrant  foh  makin 
rum,  I  told  my  troubles  to  one  of  dese 
heah  back-slappahs,  and  he  say.  "Cheer 
up,  Zeke,  de  wust  is  yit  to  come."  So  1 
just  reached  foh  de  fire  pokah  and  killed 
de  dad-gummed  fool!" 


FINDING  himself  on  the  waterfront  and 
in  need  of  a  telephone,  a  well  known 
young  man  about  town  made  his  way 
into  one  of  the  piers  and  prevailed  upon 
a  husky  attendant  to  let  him  use  a  con- 
venient phone.  He  put  in  a  call  for  a 
companion,  the  son  of  one  of  our  cap- 
tains of  finance,  inviting  him  to  lunch 
at  the  Pacific  Union  Club  and  asking 
him  to  meet  him  there  directly. 

To  this  conversation  the  pier  em- 
ployee had  listened  intently.  As  the 
young  man  turned  to  go,  the  fellow  laid 
a  detaining  hand  upon  his  arm.  It  was 
evident  that  he  had  something  on  his 
mind  and  was  at  a  loss  as  to  how  he 
might  put  it  into  words  Presently,  how- 


ever, he  cleared  his  throat  and  put  the 
timid  question,  "Beg  pardon,  sir,  but  at 
that  club  where  you  are  going  to  meet 
your  friend  for  lunch,  is  it  true  that  they 
eat  gold  fish?"  J 

T      T      T  \ 

TO  Pauline  Jacobson,  newspaper 
woman  who  recently  passed  away, 
we  are  moved  to  pay  tardy  tribute 
through  having  looked  up  some  of  her 
writings  on  old  San  Francisco.  Seldom 
have  we  read  such  newspaper  writing; 
seldom  such  honest,  understanding  and 
vivid  accounts  of  this  city's  history. 

Miss  Jacobson  s  material  has  the  fine 
ring  of  being  authentic  and  first  hand. 
It  was  gathered  in  old  and  obscure 
saloons,  on  the  water  front,  in  China- 
town's alleys,  from  people  in  every  walk 
of  life — rich  men,  poor  men,  thieves, 
heroes,  vagabonds,  active  and  retired 
prostitutes,  police  men,  firemen,  ex-prize 
fighters,  in  short  from  whomever  might 
have  rich  memories  and  tales  of  San 
Francisco  in  the  heyday  ot  her  making. 

Besides  being  of  a  catholic  mind.  Miss 
Jacobson  was  that  very  rare  type  of 
newspaper  woman  who  takes  her  facts 
exactly  how  and  where  she  finds  them, 
and  scorns  to  mess  them  up  with  wish 
washy,  moonlight  and  roses  sentimen- 
tality. There  is  a  naked,  realistic  and 
straightforward  honesty  in  her  evalua- 
tion of  men  and  events.  Than  this  we 
can  pay  her  no  higher  compliment. 

▼       T       T 

WITH  the  resumption  of  racing  at 
Tanforan,  the  staff  of  The  San 
Franciscan  is  faced  with  a  new,  but  not 
unpleasant  problem — that  of  acquaint- 
ing ourselves_with]^the  past,  present  and 


DECEMBER,  1928 


tuciirc  ot  cliis  spore  oi  sports  which  CaU- 
lornia  followed  with  such  singular  de- 
votion in  the  days  before  it  was  placed 
under  legal  taboo.  As  we  sit  back  and 
listen  to  the  tales  that  old  timers  and 
followers  of  the  track  spin  for  our  de- 
lighted ears,  we  gather  that  the  state  in 
its  day  has  produced  some  good  race 
horse  history. 

Our  every  picturesque  millionaire 
(and  who  among  our  millionaires  has 
not  been  picturesque?)  had  his  string  of 
racing  ponies,  and  hereabouts  was  bred 


horseflesh  whose  performances  on  differ- 
ent tracks  of  the  country  are  still  events 
to  be  remembered,  recalled  and  talked 
about  by  those  who  are  authorities  on 
the  subject.  White  f^at  McCarthy,  Gold 
Smith  Maid,  Lucy,  Occident — a  whole 
flood  of  strange  and  promising  names 
parade  before  us.  We  must  know  more 
of  all  these  and  report  upon  them  further. 

T      ▼       T 

DURING  the  90's  and  up  until  the  fire, 
there  was  located  on  Market  Street 
between  Third  and  Fourth  a  permanent 
display  of  life  size  wax  figures.  It  had 
been  in  the  same  spot  and  heki  the  public 
interest  for  so  long  that  it  had  achieved 
the  status  of  an  "institution."  Visitors 
from  out  of  town  were  taken  to  see  the 
wax  works  as  a  matter  of  course.  In  that 
remote  era  people  were  easily  amused 
and  satisfied  with  simple  and  natural 
pleasures.  Moreover,  there  was  no  social 
stigma  attached  to  openly  patronizing 
and  rejoicing  in  such  wonders  and  mar- 
vels. 

But  in  this  day  wax  figure  shows  are 
quite  another  matter.  They  definitely 
suggest  Main  Street,  small  town  and  old 
fashioned  street  fairs.  They  are  gauche 
and  decidedly  lacking  in  the  shiny  sophis- 
tication of  the  movies,  the  musical  com- 
edy and  what  currently  passes  for  legiti- 
mate drama.  Even  the  frothiest  brained 
flapper  would  be  as  adept  as  Freud  him- 
self, in  "interpreting"  them  and  putting 
them  down  as  infantile  and  puerile.  We 
had  supposed  that,  a  wax  figure  show  in 
San  Francisco  would  languish  and  die 
for  want  of  paying  customers. 

Hearing  there  was  one  in  town,  we 
made  haste  to  visit  it,  lest  it  should 
vanish  in  the  manner  of  the  well  known 
Arabs.  It  was  located  without  difficulty 
by  the  gaping  swarms  on  the  sidewalk 
before  one  of  those  nondescript,  usually 
vacant  shops  so  common  to  this  neigh- 
borhood. 

We  picked  our  way  across  the  side- 
walk to  the  show  window  display,  and 
fell    back    slightly    startled    betore    the 


waxy  apparitions  of  P.  T.  Barnum,  a 
famous  miser,  a  notorious  dope  peddler 
and  a  long  dead  but  notable  queen  of 
prostitution.  The  figures  arc  life  size  and 
dressed  in  the  garments  and  styles  preva- 
lent during  their  life  times  The  features 
of  the  dope  peddler,  the  miser,  the  no- 
torious lady  are  incredibly  ghastly  and 
ravaged  by  excesses  They  are  natural- 
istically  and  horribly  exact.  They  are 
mechanically  and  coldly  artificial. 

Before  each  figure  is  a  printed  placard, 
giving  the  name  and  a  brief  history  of 
the  subject  in  question.  At  the  bottom  of 
this  explanatory  matter  is  invariably  an 
admonition  against  crime  and  evil  ways 
— "The  wages  of  sin  is  death.  No  man 
ever  escapes  from  his  own  conscience. 
Crime  does  not  pay.  The  Law  never 
sleeps,"  etc.,  etc. 

We  dig  up  a  quarter  for  admission 
and  enter  the  sacred  portals.  It  is  imme- 
diately revealed  that  there  are  other 
things  in  the  world  besides  evil.  To  one 
side  Huckleberry  Finn  sits  on  a  wax 
bank  and  dangles  a  fish  line  into  a  wax 
stream.  Lindbergh  beams  down  upon 
us.  The  erstwhile  German  Kaiser  scowls. 
Abraham  Lincoln  is  sweetly  benign. 
Jack  Dempsey  shadow  boxes  with  an 
imaginary  opponent.  Blackjack  Pershing 
is  severe,  military,  yet  humorous  and 
kindly.  Henry  Ford  has  an  air  of  wheels 
and  wisdom.  Buff^alo  Bill  is  rakish, 
rough,  ready  and  very  dashing. 

But  this  group  of  great,  good  and 
famous  men  receive  but  slight  attention 
from  the  spectators,  easily  two  score  in 
number.  Why  waste  time  on  minor  in- 
cidentals? The  main  show  is  to  the  rear. 
We  proceed  to  these  quarters  to  see  in 

Twenli/-fu'e  Dollars  for  a  Laugh! 


the  next  best  thing  to  the  flesh  the  perpe- 
trators in  all  of  our  recent,  best  and  big- 
gest murders 

Here  is  Hickman,  Leopold  and  Loeb 
(Leopold  even  has  on  his  fatal  glasses) 
and  Leo  "Pat"  Kelly  of  the  Melius  mur- 
der Here  are  Rasputin  and  Jessie  James 
Here  is  Gustav  Lutgart,  Chicago  sausage 
manufacturer,  who  killed  his  wife  and 
ground  her  into  sausage  meat  Here  are 
Sacco  and  Vanzetti  Oddly  enough,  the 
placard  of  their  case  history  carries  no 
pious  comments   Here  is  a  poor  devil  of 


The  San  Franciscan  will  award  a  prize  of 
Tu'en/j/-Jife  Dollars  lo  the  person  .nibmilting 
llie   most  ami(sini)  caption  for  this  cartoon. 


a  Chinaman,  whom  we  are  ready  to 
suspect  met  death  for  no  other  reason 
than  that  his  Oriental  impassitivity  irri- 
tated his  prosecutors. 

We  engaged  one  of  the  attendants  in 
conversation.  He  was  a  gigantic  fellow, 
beefy,  slow  witted  but  shrewd  He  sat, 
hunched  over,  upon  a  spindly  legged 
stool  and  took  tickets.  He  talked  in 
broken  snatches  and  incomplete  sen- 
tences. They  had  traveled  all  over  the 
country.  Been  going  about  five  years. 
Yeh,  San  Francisco  was  a  pretty  good 
town.  Been  here  a  month  or  so  already. 
Stayed  the  longest  down  to  Long  Beach. 
There  thirteen  months 

What  did  the  public  like  best?  The 
murders,  bandits,  bad  men  andWestern 
story  heroes.  They  always  tried  to  keep 
up  to  date  on  these  items.  We  pointed 
out  that  there  was  missing  Ruth  Snyder 
and  Judd  Gray  and  the  principals  of  the 
Hall-Mills  case  The  big  man  grinned 
slowly  and  scratched  his  head.  No,  they 
didn't  have  these.  They  cost  too  much. 
Firm  in  Chicago  manufactures  wax 
figures  for  such  shows.  Prices  awfully 
high  on  good  murderers. 

Turning  to  go,  we  paused  again  before 
the  largest  and  central  feature  of  the 
whole  exhibit.  It  is  a  figure  of  Christ, 
considerably  larger  than  life  and  set  upon 
a  high  pedestal.  Christ,  evidently,  comes 
very  reasonably.  In  one  arm  is  a  lamb;  in 
the  other  hand  a  shepherd's  crook.  At 
His  feet  is  a  placard,  bearing  the  First 
Psalm.. 

▼       ▼       T 

AS  IS  our  frequent  habit,  we  are  wan- 
,.dering  through  Little  Italy.  Our 
companion  is  a  Middle  Westerner,  who, 
with  our  help  is  doing  a  thorough  job  of 
making  amends  for  the  accident  of  his 
birth  hy  becoming  a  San  Franciscan  by 
choice  and  adoption.  We  point  out  to 
him  this  alley,  that  hill  and  the  other 
land  mark.  We  entertain  him  with  bits 
of  history,   and  as  usual   lament  that, 

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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Opportunist 

A  Little  Story  of  Man's  Security  and  Women's  Fidelity 


CL'RLED  up  on  a  divan,  Estellc 
Vardy  looked  at  her  luisband 
with  the  halt-closed  eyes  of  a 
passi\elv  alert  cat  As  was  his  usual  ahcr- 
dinncr  custom,  he  sat  engrossed  in  a 
neu'spaper.  Against  the  amber  light 
thrown  by  a  reading  lamp,  his  profile 
loomed  with  exaggerated  intensity. 

He  had  been  handsome,  in  a  rather 
coarse,  (lorid  way,  when  she  married  him. 
No  doubt,  she  told  herselt,  he  was  hand- 
some still,  in  the  duller,  more  brutal 
fashion  that  ten  contented  years  give  men 
of  Vardy 's  stamp,  but  the  yellow  light 
searched  out  tor  her  only  his  heavy, 
paunch-like  jowls,  the  roll  of  fat  just 
above  the  collar-line,  his  thick  lower  lip 
dropped  in  torpid  attention  as  he  de- 
voured his  evening  paper. 

And  to  think  that  this  probably  would 
be  their  last  evening  together!  Their  last 
evening  together!  And  he  sat  unsuspi- 
ciously reading  his  newspaper  as  if  the 
years  were  to  stretch  on  forever,  made 
up  each  day  of  three  square  meals,  eight 
working  hours,  his  postprandial  cigar, 
and  the  evening  devoted  to  the  news- 
paper and  his  wife — yes,  his  wife,  curled 
demurely  among  the  cushions  of  her 
divan,  with  the  half-closed  eyes  of  a 
passively  alert  cat. 

She  could  not  help  feeling  a  sort  of 
pity  for  Vardy  as  she  lay  hack  in  the 
shadows,  watching  the  contentment  on 
his  face.  He  was  what  the  world  called 
an  alert  man,  and  he  was  alert  whenever 
the  spur  of  competition  pricked  him  for- 
ward. But  he  was  too  ponderously  secure 
about  domestic  matters  to  suspect  his 
wife.  After  all,  it  was  this  security  that 
stung  her  so  deeply,  and  the  physical 
heaviness  that  the  reading  lamp  and  her 
mood  searched  out  was  merely  the  ex- 
ternal symbols  ot  his  spiritual  sleekness, 
of  his  neglect  of  her — a  self-sufficient 
neglect  that  made  him  blind  to  the  fact 
that  for  at  least  six  months  she  had  been 
planning  to  go  away,  out  of  his  life — 
with  another.  And  now  she  stood  upon 
the  threshold  of  a  new  sensation,  a  thrill- 
ing experience.  By  tomorrow — 

▼       ▼       T 

QUITE  suddenly  she  left  off  thinking 
,  about  her  husband,  and  she  began 
to  think  of  Lemoyne.  She  remembered 
distinctly  his  words  to  her  at  parting; 
"Perhaps  Wednesday  evening  if  all  goes 
well — at  least  not  later  than  Friday  Any- 
way, I  shall  'phone  Wednesday  evening 
before  nine.  So  be  prepared — for  any- 
thing!" 

Wednesday  evening  before  nine.  Would 
it  be  tonight,  then?  She  twisted  about  for 


By  CHARLES  CALDWELL  DOBIE 

a  glimpse  of  the  clock.  Eight  twenty-five! 
She  stifled  a  sigh  and  tell  back  upon  the 
pillows.  It  must  be  tonight.  She  could 
not  endure  it  another  day — no,  not  even 
until  Friday.  It  must  be  tonight.  She  be- 
gan to  repeat  the  phrase  over  and  over 
in  her  mind,  as  one  repeats  a  prayer, 
endlessly,  with  vague  childish  faith. 


Editor's  Note  :  This  verse  in  modern  form  is  one 
of  an  unusual  series  by  Jesse  Thompson  soon  Lo  ap- 
pear in  book  form  under  the  title  of  "san  francisco 
arias  and  vistas." 


ecstasy 

by  Jesse  thompson 

all  night 

fitfully 

the  rain  fell 
and  splashed  swishing 
and  the  wind  blustered 

but  this  morning 

a  bar  ot  shy  sunlight 
caught  a  tilted  windowpane 
in  the  gilette  building 

zigzagged  down  thecanyon 
and  illumined 

softly 
a  red  sports  dress 
against  a  silver  background 
in  the  emporium  window 
the  wind  kept  still 
looked  and 

wondered 


Her  husband  moved  about,  rustling 
his  paper,  unbuttoning  his  vest.  This  last 
act  exaggerated  the  sense  of  vulgarity  his 
presence  seemed  to  breed. 

The  telephone  began  to  ring.  She 
started  up  suddenly. 

"Yes,  I  think — yes — I  am  quite  sure  it 
is  for  me,"  she  said  agitatedly,  as  her 
husband  looked  up  at  her. 

She  rose  a  bit  too  eagerly.  Then,  with 
an  air  of  recaptured  nonchalance,  she 
glided  toward  the  writing-desk,  reached 
down  and  lifted  the  receiver  to  her  ear.  .  . 

She  hardly  remembered  how  she  got 
back  to  the  divan ;  she  threw  herself  upon 
it  and  began  to  think — quickly,  fever- 
ishly. So  it  was  to  be  tonight,  after  all! 
Well,  everything — all  the  methodical, 
prosaic  things  were  done,  had  been  for 
days.  Her  grip  was  packed,  the  final 
letter  to  her  husband  written. 

What  was  Lemoyne  planning?  Would 


they  speed  south  from  San  Francisco  to 
perpetual  sunshine  and  orange  grovesor — 
She  sat  up  on  the  edge  of  the  divan,  ar- 
rested from  her  musings  by  the  curious 
look  her  husband  threw  at  her, 

"At  the  St,  Francis,  not  later  than 
eleven!"  Lemoyne's  message  suddenly 
recurred, 

T       ▼       T 

SHE  must  act  promptly.  Being  an  op- 
portunist, she  always  had  scorned 
futile  planning,  secure  in  the  feeling  that 
solutions  are  tossed  up  in  the  wake  of 
any  problein.  And  then,  there  was  so 
little  need  to  plan  any  elaborate  scheme 
for  her  escape.  Almost  any  excuse  would 
do  for  Vardy,  she  thought  with  irony,  so 
long  as  his  newspaper  and  cigar  were  not 
interrupted.  Still,  she  had  not  counted  on 
quite  the  agitation  that  possessed  her.  If 
she  left  the  house  at  all,  it  must  be  soon, 
before  it  grew  too  late.  It  was  merely  a 
question  of  the  most  plausible  pretext. 

She  rose  and  began  to  arrange  some 
magazines  on  the  center  table.  Then  she 
drew  a  dead  flower  from  a  bouquet 
that  Lemoyne  had  sent  her  only  the  day 
before.  A  deadfloiver!  Yes,  by  tomorrow 
every  blossom  would  shrivel  and  die.  A 
sense  of  futility  suddenly  oppressed  her. 

"Her  husband  let  his  paper  fall  as  he 
looked  up  at  her,  and  she  was  conscious 
that  he  was  speaking. 

"Did  you  know,"  he  said  with  almost 
kindly  gruffness,  "that  Dolly  Atkins  was 
coming  up  from  Los  Angeles  this  after- 
noon?" 

Dolly  Atkins?  Why  hadn't  she  thought 
of  Dolly  Atkins  before?  Of  course,  she 
knew  that  Dolly  was  coming  up  from 
Los  Angeles.  She  answered  her  husband 
calmly,  with  just  the  shade  of  a  drawl  in 
her  voice. 

"Yes.  That  was  Dolly  Atkins  who 
rang  up.  She  wants  me  to  run  down  to 
the  St.  Francis.  She  wants  to  see  me 
tonight." 

Her  husband  bent  over  and  picked  up 
the  newspaper  again.  He  said  nothing. 

She  could  almost  hear  her  heart  beat. 
Had  she  managed  stupidly?  Why  did  he 
say  nothing? 

She  cleared  her  throat.  "Did  you  hear 
me?  I  am  going  out — to  the  St.  Francis. 
To  see  Dolly  Atkins.  Would  you  mind 
'phoning  for  a  taxi?" 

He  did  not  even  turn  to  look  at  her, 
but  she  could  sense  the  malignance  of  the 
smile  that  must  have  curvecT  his  lips. 

"Dolly  Atkins  is  dead,"  he  said  dryly. 
"The  paper  prints  her  name  among  those 
killed  in  the  wreck  of  the  Los  Angeles 
Express  at  Tracy  this  afternoon." 

Continued  on  page  33 


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GEORGE  BERNARD  SHAW 


GABRIEL  D  ANNUNZIO 


FERENC  MOLNAR  EUGENE  O    NEILL 

Sotnej>  Dramatists  of  International  Importances 

By  Sotomayor 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Playboy  of  the  Western  World 

Being  a  Critical  Review  of  Gertrude  Atherton's  Life  of  Alcibiades 

By  RALPH  WESTERMAN 


PERICLES  has  JicJ,  and  the  Golden 
Age  of  Greece  is  no  more!  But 
Aspasia  still  entertains  the  intel- 
lectuals; Socrates  still  forswears  sandals; 
and  Alcibiades  alternately  fascinates  and 
discomfitsthe  Demos."T/ic  7ea/oiis  Cjods" 
is  not  a  brief  novel,  but  1  defy  you  to 
cast  it  aside  before  the  gods  enact  their 
little  tragedy  that  rings  down  the  cur- 
tain on  Alcibiades'  lite  and  likewise 
brings  the  tale  to  a  close. 

The  story  opens  eight  years  after  the 
death  of  Pericles  Athens  has  enjoyed  a 
surceaseof  wars;  the  Demos  are  in  power; 
the  arts  promise  to  put  forth  a  new 
growth.  Upon  this  beautifully  set  stage 
steps  one  Alcibiades,  a  young  Athenian 
famous  for  his  physical  beauty,  his  arro- 
gance, and  his  mad  caprices.  Not  being 
satisfied  with  the  gods'  rich  endow- 
ments, he  eschews  a  burning  passion  for 
political  power  and  its  consequent  rec- 
ognition— public  acclaim.  The  boy  had 
a  natural  gift  for  leadership;  it  was  not 
difficult  for  him  to  make  violent  love 
one  moment  and  issue  a  governm.ental 
edict  the  next   Both  were  effective. 


How  Alcibiades  plots  and  conspires 
to  further  his  ambitions  is  con- 
vincingly recorded  by  Gertrude  Ather- 
ton  The  son  of  Cleinias  had  an  uncon- 
trollable urge  to  lead  Athens  toward  the 
peaks.  Naturally  his  star  would  rise  with 
the  lesser  lights;  and  what  if  Socrates 
did  advise  more  humility?  What  if  his 
enemies  did  pray  to  Zeus  that  this  young 
upstart  would  be  exiled?  Despite  these 
little  handicaps  that  seem  to  be  so  indis- 
pensable to  politics  Alcibiades  prospered. 
His  magnetic  personality,  his  inconsis- 
tencies, his  questionable  conni\'ings  all 
merged  into  a  character  both  lo\able  and 
disturbing. 

Of  course  there  are  women  The  sex 
question  is  adeptly  handled  The  "two 
kinds  of  loves"  peculiar  to  ancient 
Greece  form  an  intriguing  background 
for  the  more  serious  if  none  the  less  hec- 
tic, business  of  gov- 
ernment The  most 
vivid  fcmmc  is  Tiy, 
an  Egyptian  who 
has  a  flair  for  black 
cats  and  the  subju- 
gation of  her  bro- 
ther Setamon.  Tiy 
has  but  recently 
come  from  the 
land  of  the  Sun 


God,  a  country,  by  the  way,  that  was 
at  that  time  governed  by  the  less  scrupu- 
lous sex  The  conflict  between  the  Egyp- 
tian and  Athenian  social  standards  is 
often  to  the  fore.  Not  to  be  daunted  by 
standards,  Tiy  swallows  much  of  her 
pride,  enters  into  the  Athenian  pastimes 
of  feeding  and  flattering  the  more  im- 
portant males,  and  finally  gets  what  she 
wants.  Alcibiades'  emotional  life  is  en- 
riched by  the  experience. 

Then  there  is  Alcibiades'  wife.  Hip- 
parete  has  no  bearing  upon  the  political 
situation  in  Greece,  thus  taking  second 
place  to  Helen  of  Troy.  But  the  girl's 
utter  boredom,  three  weeks  after  mar- 
riage, her  revolt  in  the  form  of  running 
away  with  Tiy's  brother — these  little 
slants  contribute  to  the  reader's  delight. 
And  Setamon,  of  all  people!  Alcibiades' 
pride  suffered  a  severe  blow.  It  is  times 
like  this  that  the  old  Greek  fatalism 
proves  to  be  an  efficacious  panacea. 
Alcibiades  quaffed  deeply. 


THERE  is  a  faintly  visible  thread  ser- 
pentining through  the  lives  of  the 
characters  that  is,  in  essence,  of  Grecian 
vintage.  I  refer  to  the  sense  of  futility 
that  hovers  above  the  feverish  activi- 
ties of  the  political  leaders;  the  incon- 
stancies of  the  lovers;  the  instability  of 
the  Demos.  No  sooner  does  Nicias  gain 
control  of  the  people  than  he  loses  favor 
because  of  his  extreme  caution  and 
peace-loving  propensities.  Then  Alci- 
biades flames  across  the  low  horizon  to 
thunderous  applause,  fades  away,  passes 
into  exile,  only  to  return  and  again  take 
up  the  cudgels  of  state.  It  is  a  merry 
game  played  by  mad  puppets.  The  gods 
pull  the  strings — sometimes  rather  jerk- 
ily. 

You  are  in  classical  company  with 
"The  Jealous  Qods:"  such  names  as 
Diogenes,  Socrates  and  Aristophanes 
wink  at  you  from  every  page.  You  hear 
them  talk;  you  see  them  triumphant, 
outwitted,  desolate.  The  immortal  pro- 


cessional is  inspiring  and  just  a  bit  de- 
pressing. A  bit  too  human,  perhaps;  a 
shade  too  intimate  .  .  . 

The  description  of  the  ninetieth 
Olympiad  is  superb.  All  the  City- 
States,  except  Sparta  who  is  not  in  good 
standing,  take  part  in  the  athletic  events. 
Athens  carries  away  the  most  honors. 
Alcibiades  enters  seven  chariots  in  the 
races,  thus  breaking  a  precedent  and 
astounding  the  spectators.  He  wins  and 
is  crowned  with  the  customary  olive. 
Needless  to  say,  his  home-coming  is  a 
most  ear-shattering  event.  Then,  too, 
the  banquet  in  honor  of  Diogenes  is  a 
magnificent  gesture  of  impudence.  Alci- 
biades commands  his  slave  to  procure  by 
hook  or  crook  the  rare  foods  that  Diog- 
enes carries  with  him.  The  slave  com- 
plies; and  the  robbed  guest  eats  and  ex- 
claims at  the  excellency  of  his  own 
cuisine.  The  Thrasian  wine  proves  too 
much  for  the  credulity  of  Diogenes;  he 
denounces  his  bandit  host  in  great  anger. 
But  his  sporting  instinct  comes  to  the 
front,  and  laughter  sweeps  away  the 
last  shred  of  chagrin.  Another  triumph 
for  personal  magnetism.  There  are  many 
choice  instances  of  the  capriciousness  of 
these  Greeks.  They  are  more  like  chil- 
dren than  statesmen;  they  are  beautifully 
abandoned,  and  reverent  only  when 
some  personal  gain  is  to  be  had.  It  is 
easy  to  understand  why  Greece  was  torn 
by  so  many  wars  .  .  . 


THERE  is  something  substantial  about 
■  The  Jealous  Qods' '  that  is  most  sat- 
isfying. The  reader  is  carried  away  by 
Mrs.  Atherton's  capital  story-telling. 
Every  one  loves  a  daring  leader;  no  one 
can  resist  personal  beauty  and  charm. 
Alcibiades  possessed  both  virtues,  thus 
rendering  himself  a  fit  subject  for  Mrs. 
Atherton's  skill.  A  story  of  similar  set- 
ting but  dealing  with  a  much  less  ro- 
mantic personality  would,  we  think,  be 
dull.  So  it  is  difficult  to  say  just  where 
Alcibiades  leaves  off  and  Gertrude  Ath- 
erton  begins.  No 
doubt  they  share 
the  olive  branch, 
with  the  balance  in 
the  author's  favor. 
The  story  ends 
with  the  death  of 
Alcibiades.  He  and 
Tiy  are  lovers  in 
the  shadow  of  Cy- 
rus'   power.     One 

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IS  the  work  oj  Heratd  Brown,  late  of  Paris  and  Hollywood,  and  at  present  a  San  Franciscan 


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16 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Spotlight 


The  Dybbuk  Proves  to  be  the  Season's  Greatest  Offering 

By  THE  CALIPH 


i 


i 


Wi-  WENT  CO  the  Temple 
Plavers'  production  of  "Th": 
D\hbuk"  with  trepidation. 
W'c  remembered,  three  years  hack,  going 
to  the  Neighborhood  Playhouses  in  New 
York  to  see  Mr  Ansky's  thrilling  drama 
and  we  were  feartul  lest  in  the  wrong 
hands  it  might  turn  into  a  mess  ot  unin- 
telligible episodes.  We  had  in  mind  the 
San  Francisco  production  of  "Goat 
Song,"  for  one,  gone  starkly  melodra- 
matic and  robbed  of  its  poetry.  And 
"Craig's  Wile"  for  another,  divested  of 
all  subtlety,  and  reduced  to  a  very  talky 
and  unconvincing  play.  Both  instances, 
the  result  of  poor  casting  and  mistaken 
direction. 

Our  an.xiety  for  "The  Dybbuk"  went 
deeper  than  the  ordinary  shortcomings 
that  afflict  half-baked  reproductions  of 
difficult  plays.  There  was  the  racial  ele- 
ment, for  one  thing.  Obviously,  it 
should  be  done  by  a  group  of  people  with 
a  racial  response  to  its  emotions.  At 
least  its  direction  should  be  in  the  hands 
of  someone,  it  not  to  the  ghetto  born,  at 
least  to  the  ghetto  attuned.  The  name  of 
Nahum  Zemach  as  guest  director  was  a 
partial  reassurance  that  the  atmospheric 
verities  would  be  properly  established. 
And,  added  to  that,  was  the  sponsorship 
of  a  synagogue  in  connection  with  the 
performance.  Both  these  circumstances 
fulfilled  their  promise.  The  production 
was  not  only  worthy  but  properly  thrill- 
ing It  must  have  been  racially  stirring 
to  the  Jew;  it  certainly  touched  the  Gen- 
tile to  a  point  of  fresh  understanding  and 
sympathy.  For,  even  in  its  meaner  as- 
pects, it  was  shot  through  with  the 
tragic  dignity  of  Israel. 

Repeating  an  artistic  experience  under 
altered  conditions  always  invites  com- 
parison. We  would  not  say  that  the  New 
York  production  was  better  But,  in 
many  ways,  it  was  different.  The  Temple 
Players  gave  a  more  robust  performance. 
Particularly  was  this  so  in  the  case  of 
Wendell  Phillips,  who  played  the  hapless 
student,  Channon.  .  .  .  Albert  Carroll 
acted  the  part  in  the  Neighborhood  Play- 
house production.  We  remember  him  as 
a  wraith-like,  sombre  figure,  reduced  to 
a  tender  madness  by  his  despair.  But, 
then,  the  whole  first  act  in  the  synagogue 
was  keyed,  in  the  New  York  perform- 
ance, to  something  eerie  and  indescrib- 
able. It  passed  before  you  in  a  dim  splen- 
dour that  seemed  dream-like  and  unreal, 
as  "Pelleas  and  Melisande"  under  the 
spell  of  Mary  Garden  seems  dream-like 
and  unreal.  It  was  steeped  in  mysticism 
and  the  vibrant  dust  of  centuries  Mr. 
Zemach  may  have   felt  that  with  the 


material  in  his  hand  it  were  best  to 
attempt  something  more  forthright.  Or 
he  may  have  leaned  toward  a  more 
forthright  interpretation.  In  the  hands  ot 
Wendell  Phillips,  Channon  was  more 
flesh-and-blood  like,  more  intense  in  his 
rancor,  less  tormented  by  a  desire  to 
tempt  the  mysteries.  And,  in  a  like 
degree,  the  whole  background  of  the 
temple  touched  realism  with  a  firmer 
finger.  .  .  .  Carolyn  Anspacher  did  sur- 
prisingly well  as  Leah,  especially  in  the 
final  act.  The  climax  of  the  second  act 
she  delivered  rather  too  abruptly  and  for 
that  reason  it  lost  force.  And  there  was  a 
tendency  to  give  Leah's  character  in  the 
first  act  too  emphatic  a  mark  of  the 
neurosis  that  was  to  follow,  later.  The 
Messenger,  in  the  hands  of  Martin  Cory, 
beginning  magnificently,  lost  impressive- 
ness  as  the  play  proceeded.  It  became 
stiff  and  hurried,  more  a  personality  and 
less  a  Presence. 

T       ▼       ▼ 

IRVING  PicHEL,  as  Rabbi  Azrael, 
squeezed  the  part  dry  of  its  drama. 
But,  here,  also,  as  in  the  first  act,  the 
emphasis  was  rather  more  upon  realism 
than  niysticism.  Even  the  physical  ex- 
haustion of  Mr.  Pichel's  first  scene  had  a 
force  behind  it  that  made  the  spiritual 
vigor  which  finally  carried  him  over  his 
appointed  task — less  of  a  contrast. 

To  comment  individually  on  the 
work  of  a  cast  of  nearly  fifty  is  impos- 
sible. Suffice  to  say  that  the  smaller  roles, 
smaller  in  the  sense  of  being  more  inci- 
dental rather  than  less  exacting,  were 
done,  not  only  well,  but  in  many  in- 
stances brilliantly.  Edward  Wolden,  as 
the  bridegroom,  produced  a  portrait  that 
verged  rather  too  much  on  caricature  for 
our  taste.  But,  Conrad  Kahn  as  Sender, 
was  properly  material  and  self-satisfied 
and  Mr.  Davidson  as  the  bridegroom's 
tutor  brought  an  authentic  note  of  com- 
edy to  the  part.  Mr.  Bissinger,  doubled 
very  acceptably  in  two  diverse  roles.  Al- 
together, we  do  not  see  how  a  group  of 
players,  largely  amateur,  could  have 
given  a  more  splendid  sense  of  ensemble. 
The  production  reflects  credit  on  every 
person  great  or  small  who  had  a  finger  in 
it  It  could  have  run  to  packed  houses 
for  months  But  that,  of  course,  was 
obviously  impossible,  in  the  face  of  the 
personnel  and  aims  of  the  organization. 

T       ▼       ▼ 

At  the  Guild,  Noel  Coward  is 
A-\ again  proving  himself  the  most 
JL  jL  economical  playwright  in  ex- 
istence. His  receipt  for  a  play  has  less 
ingredients  than  any  other  known  for- 
mula. In  fact,  the  results  are  more  like 


dramatic  souffle,  achieved  with  not  over 
two  eggs  and  expected  to  serve  an  entire 
breakfast  table.  "Fallen  Angels"  has 
enough  and  to  spare  for  a  one-act  sketch 
but  to  see  the  author  drag  it  out  into  a 
three-act  opus  is  akin  to  watching  a 
sleight  of  hand  performer  take  a  dozen 
rabbits  out  of  an  opera  hat.  We  have  not 
seen  every  play  that  Mr.  Coward  has 
written  but  this  one  conforms  to  the 
general  plan  that  he  usually  seems  always 
to  follow,  only  more  so.  He  takes  a 
single  idea  and  builds  the  slightest  pos- 
sible structure  to  support  it.  We  never 
have  gone  to  a  Noel  Coward  play  that 
started  much  before  eight  forty-five  and, 
if  we  were  ot  a  retiring  disposition,  we 
could  have  been  in  bed  and  fast  asleep  by 
ten- forty.  And  this,  without  recourse  to 
any  faster  common-carrier  than  a  North 
Beach  cable  car. 

The  single  idea,  in  this  instance,  bobs 
up  in  the  second  act  and  has  to  do  with 
the  very  pertinent  question  in  these  Vol- 
stedian  United  States  of  two  ladies  get- 
ting squiffy.  It  is  an  English  play,  of 
course,  but  that  would  scarcely  be  in- 
terred from  watching  the  present  pro- 
duction, without  consulting  the  pro- 
gram. Still,  it  is  a  situation  that 
doesn't  depend  on  Mayfair  for  its  back- 
ground and,  since  Mr.  Coward  has 
thrown  the  traditional  British  figure  of  a 
butler  overboard,  it  could  very  well  take 
place  in  Park  Avenue,  Manhattan,  or 
Bush  Street,  San  Francisco.  You  see,  the 
theme  is  that  universal. 

Some  weeks  ago,  in  commenting  on 
CharlotteWalker's  performance  in  "The 
Royal  Family"  we  expressed  doubts  as 
to  her  ability  as  a  commedienne.  We 
take  it  back.  The  night  we  saw  her,  she 
was  delightful,  even  if  her  performance 
was  keyed  a  trifle  too  high  for  an  English 
lady  with  an  accumulative  souse.  Miss 
Padden  began  badly.  For  one  thing,  her 
voice  has  lost  its  power  of  modulation, 
which  is  not  surprising  since  she  has  been 
for  many  years  past  trying  to  push  it  into 
the  fartherest  row  of  Junior  Orpheum 
playhouses  throughout  the  country.  But, 
as  she  grew  more  and  more  soused,  she 
improved  proportionately.  Which  is  in 
direct  opposition  to  what  happens  to 
most  imbibing  ladies  of  our  acquaint- 
ance. 

T       T       T 

THIS  second  act,  undoubtedly  has  its 
points.  It  shows  femininity  in  all  the 
stages  of  inebriation.  And  in  the  final 
analysis  it  isn't  too  reassuring.  We  have 
yet  to  see  women  pass  the  "bun"  stage 
and  get  away  with  it.  Sooner  or  later,  if 

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DECEMBER,  1928 


17 


Bay  Region  Miscellany 

Containing  Some  Episodes  in  the  Lives  of  the  hiconsequential 


By  CONSTANCE  FERRIS 


JOHN  WILLIAMS 

I  did  not  mind  the  second  story  windows 
Nor  the  rosebushes  incident  thereto; 
The  inconvenience  of  parked  automobiles 
Failed  to  daunt  me. 
I  could  have  borne  the  wrath  of  outraged 

husbands 
And  the  fury  of  the  cast-off  matrons — 
Whose  odd-looking  offspring  sometimes 
Stared  at  me  disconcertingly; 
And  still  retained  my  status 
As  the  Bay  Region's  Don  Juan. 
But  when  Edith  Harding  starved  herself 
And  became  a  scarecrow  through  love 

of  me 
As  a  sacrificial  gesture,  to  appease  the 

outraged  gods, 
I  married  the  crosseyed  Barnes  girl ! 

GORDEN  SMEED 

If  there  be  anything  more  colossal  than 

greed, 
It  is  the  conceit  of  women  about  their 

virtue. 
The  drabbest  of  them  live  their  lives 
In  the  constant  fear  that  it  is  assailed. 
How  bitterly  they  misjudged  me,  when 
In  my  Marmon  car,  with  my  air  of  cun- 
ning 
I  coasted  the  hills  and  cut  the  corners 
Of  Powell,  Mason,  Stockton  and  Grant. 
I  sought  romance,  dark  and  glowing 
Which,  I  have  found,  is  not  compatible 
With  too  much  virtue. 
I,  whose  name  was  a  magic  key 
To  the  best  side  doors  in  San  Francisco, 
Where  other  men's  wives  awaited  me. 
Over  the  mound  in  Laurel  Hill. 
;    Where  I'm  sleeping  now,  I  should  like  a 
slab 
To  inform  the  world  in  words  like  this ; 

■  "I  never  took  and  never  wanted 
'    An  ugly  woman's  virtue." 

t 

VALERIE  STEWART 

;   I  moved  among  you,  joining 

■  In  your  myriad  pursuits 

And  bearing  the  outward  semblance 

Of  completeness. 

How  I  deceived  you! 

At  Carmel  I  killed  a  giant  spider 

And  after  I  had  thrown  it  out  the  win- 
dow 

I  saw  its  hind  legs  lying  on  the  bed 

Gyrating  grotesquely. 

And  so  it  was  with  me — 
'  My  legs  carried  me  to  places, 
'   My  arms  received  burdens. 

My  head  bowed  acknowledgements 
,   (And  even  my  torso  convolved) 

Long  after  my  heart  was  slain. 


ROCKWELL  KENT 


MARIAN  QUINCE 

In  my  early  youth  there  were  two  kinds 

of  women — 
The  kind  men  married  and  the  other 

kind — 
I  kept  the  faith  and  never  became 
The  "other  kind,"  but  what  did  it 

profit  me' 
The  War  came  on  and  standards  varied. 
I  remained  faithful  to  my  ideals, 


While  many  of  the  "other  kind"  married 

Substantial  citizens, 

And  became  leading  women  of  promi- 
nence and  renown. 

Still  I  clung  to  an  outworn  proverb  and 
learned  alas! 

That  virtue  is  its  o;dy  reward. 

And  when  I  tried  to  conform  with  the 
times 

It  was  too  late,  for  I  found  that  I 

Had  dwelt  so  long  in  the  fourth  dimen- 
sion 

I  could  not  cope  with  actualities,  and  so 
remained 

Virtuous  to  the  end  of  my  days. 

PETER  SHANNON 
I  was  not  rated  a  "go-getter"  because 
1  could  not  take  seriously  the  business 
Of  selling  bolts  and  screws 
To  men  who  did  not  need  them. 
They  could  not  know  that  in  my  heart 
1  carried  a  vision 

Of  "honor  and  faith  and  a  sure  intent" 
And  to  sell  the  screws  and   "pass  the 

buck" 
(Tho  I  could  have  done  so)  would  have 

been  to  me 
A  violation  of  the  very  principles 
Upon  which  my  life  was  based. 
My  wants  were  simple — all  I  asked 
Was  a   belief  in  Santa  Claus  and  the 

virtue  of  women 
Well — there  is  no  Santa  Claus. 

EDITH  HARDING 
It  was  absurd  that  I  at  twenty-nine 
Should  have  a  torso  like  that  of  a  walrus 
And  that  my  capacity  for  love  should  be 

Gargantuan. 
My  husband  became  immersed  in  his 

practice; 
I  was  left  to  my  own  devices. 
My  amorous  taste  ran  to  the  campus 

youths, 
But  the  outcome  was  always  the  same — 
"Your  voice  is  lovely,  but  you  should 

have 
A  streamline  body. 
You  must  pay  attention  to  your 

calories." 
The  cruel  irony  of  this  to  me, 
Who  hungered  so  much  more  for  love 

than  for  food. 
In  my  extremity,  when  I  met  .  .  . 

Williams, 
I  heeded  their  advice  and  dieted. 
But  with  a  "zeal  not  according  to 

knowledge." 
I  walked  the  earth  from  that  time  for- 
ward 
With  my  skin  flapping  loosely  about  my 

bones. 

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18 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Transients 


Princess  Maria  Carmi  Metchabelli 

Ih  ]ACK  CAMPBELL 


QiiTi  unbeknown  to  rcsiJcni;  high 
priestesses  of  the  samovar, 
^  Princess  Maria  Carmi  Metcha- 
heUi  sojourned  briefly  in  the  city  last 
month.  Herself  a  deity  ot  New  York's 
Lipton  go\'crncd  spheres,  she  carefully 
manoeuvred  her  actions  while  here  and 
dextcrouslv  eluded  all  social  in\'itations. 

Professionally,  as  a  world  renowned 
actress,  she  tra\'eled  incognito;  domesti- 
cally as  the  vvite  ot  a  wealthy  and  dis- 
tinguished perfume  merchant,  she  was 
lured  under  protest  into  the  world  of 
affairs  for  a  few  moments  daily. 

For  many  seasons  she  remained  the 
cynosure  ot  the  theatrical  world  as  the 
original  Madonna  in  "The  Miracle." 
The  portrayal  of  this  Voelmoeller  hero- 
ine over  so  prolonged  a  period  gave  to 
her  career  a  zenith  which  would  be  the 
envy  of  any  actress.  Unlike  many  others 
she  feared  an  anti-climax  to  this  spec- 
tacular role  and  resultingly  closed  her 
stage  life  while  still  portraying  Morris 
Gest's  statuesque  favorite. 

Maria  Carmi  was  once  a  coruscating 
protegee  ot  Hcrr  Reinhardt.  Long  before 
the  war  she  became  a  member  of  his 
companies  in  Berlin,  and,  rising  to  the 
front  rank  of  its  members,  was  given 
the  auspicious  role  in  "The  Miracle" 
when  it  was  first  performed  She  traveled 
to  London  for  the  English  production  in 
1912  and  returned  to  the  continent  where 
it  was  given  for  six  hundred  nights. 
Later,  she  enacted  the  role  in  the  him. 

«    «    )! 

Arriving  in  San  Francisco,  fresh 
j['\_  trom  hlollywood,  the  Princess 
was  in  a  more  theatrically  talkative 
mood  than  is  her  wont  This,  at  least, 
was  the  remark  of  her  husband.  For  in 
the  film  capitol  she  had  visited  countless 
friends  of  long  standing,  who,  since  her 
retirement,  have  risen  to  fame. 

She  possesses  an  intuition  which  has 
launched  a  hundred  careers.  Her  pleas 
during  the  war  with  an  irate  casting 
director  in  Germany,  gave  Conrad  Veidt 
his  initial  opportunity  She  cajoled  the 
mighty  Master  of  Salzburg  into  allow- 
ing a  youngster  named  F  W.  Murnau  to 
enact  the  Knight  in  "The  Miracle  " 
Under  her  eagle  eye  two  neophytes,  Emil 
Jannings  and  Ernst  Lubitsch,  crossed  the 
stage  for  the  first  time  in  a  Moliere  com- 
edy More  recently  enthusiasm  prompted 
her  to  rush  back  stage  on  the  opening 
night  of  "The  Shanghai  Gesture"  in 
New  York  and  whisper  to  Mary  Dun- 
can that  she  belonged  on  the  screen.  The 
young  girl  laughed  but  four  years  later, 
three  thousand  miles  away,  she  admitted 


that  the  prophecy  had  transpired. 

But  all  that  is  of  the  past. 

Now  Maria  Carmi  has  become  Princess 
Metchabelli.  On  a  business  tour  with 
her  husband,  she  visited  Hollywood  for 

Coward 

By  Sarali  lAlsexi 

I  ivill  not  flo  hack, 

Tlioupk  the  wind  to  the  west  hlow.r  hiijh 

And  Jog  horns  call 

And  inills  set  winfl  to  the  ski/ 

There  are  tilted  streets 

Which  cri/  a  remembered  name^^. 

There  are  liarhor  Itplxtii 

Which  always  will  he  the  same. 

And  tall  ships  pass 
With  crews  of  cursing  meiL^. 
Tall  ships  ha\'e  passed 
And  not  come  hack  again. 

A  shadowed  dooi '' 
Holds  loi'ers  on  its  sill  .  .  . 
Words  are  remembered 
Ajter  the  iwice  is  still 

I  will  not  go  back 

Although  mi/  heart  is  jreej. 

I  will  hwe  agaiiL, 

Some  place  Jar  in  Jrom  the  sea. 

the  first  time.  And  as  the  stranger,  beam- 
ing v^/ith  curiosity  rather  than  as  the  ex- 
perienced actress,  she  was  thrilled  at  her 
first  encounter  with  Greta  Garbo  and 
John  Gilbert.  Over  the  dinner  table  at 
the  Lubitsch  mansion,  she  was  thrilled 
by  the  Swedish  siren  and  other  rising 
satellites,  who,  in  turn  had  gathered  to 
admire  her;  a  woman,  whose  career 
spans  the  entire  history  ot  the  motion 
picture  on  two  continents. 

Five  years  in  America  have  manifested 
their  strength  on  the  erstwhile  European. 
A  sense  of  democracy  has  accentuated 
even  that  natural  freedom  which  asso- 
ciation with  the  theater  gave  her.  And 
her  charm  has  increased. 

Hollywood  filled  her  with  an  adven- 
turous spirit  to  which  she  gave  a  free 
reign  while  in  San  Francisco,  Politely 
she  eluded  three  dashing  hostesses,  and 
overruling  her  husband,  mounted  the 
first  cable  car  she  saw.  Together  they 
lurched  and  rolled  over  some  of  the  most 
fascinating  hills  of  the  city. 


When  there  were  no  more  mounts  to 
conquer,  they  alighted  and  investigated 
the  Embarcadero.  Lunching  at  the  fish 
market,  the  Princess  assumed  an  alias. 
She  whispered  to  her  husband  that  for 
the  period  of  the  meal  she  was  to  be  a 
tight  rope  dancer  from  one  of  the  vaude- 
ville theaters  and  he  was  to  be  an  acro- 
bat. The  willing,  though  astonished 
spouse,  passed  this  tale  to  the  excited 
waiter,  who,  galloping  to  the  kitchen, 
clamoured  tor  a  more  savourous  dish. 

Later  in  the  evening  they  boarded  one 
of  the  visiting  ships  in  the  harbor.  To 
impress  the  captain  they  retained  the 
aliases  and  were  given  the  rule  of  the 
boat. 

«    «    » 

SAN  Francisco  to  the  Princess  is  remi- 
niscent of  both  Constantinople  and 
Naples  at  their  best.  It  combines  the 
better  qualities  of  the  two  cities  and 
lacks  their  squalor.  Geographically,  she 
believes  San  Francisco  represents  the 
apotheosis  of  what  a  city  should  be. 
Here,  however,  it  must  have  been  the 
woman,  rather  than  the  actress  or  the 
princess  who  spoke,  for  she  continued 
about  the  propinquity  of  the  shops. 

In  the  Metchabelli  itinerary,  San 
Francisco  will  be  included  semi-annually. 
Her  engagements  in  New  York  are  few 
because  caprice  rather  than  any  great 
ambition  prompts  her  to  play.  Last  year 
she  joined  Allan  Dinehart,  Natacha 
Rambova  and  other  stars  in  an  abortive 
production  ot  "Creoles,"  the  same  play 
which,  when  originally  essayed  here, 
managed  to  reach  the  police  courts. 

With  so  many  ot  her  old  associates  in 
the  southland,  she  feels  herselt  more  and 
more  drawn  to  the  Pacific.  At  the  present 
she  is  engaged  in  compiling  a  series  of 
her  experiences  in  the  motion  pictures  of 
fifteen  years  ago  for  a  Hollywood  film 
magnate.  He  believes  that  her  statements 
will  have  unusual  worth  in  future  years 
as  a  chronicle  of  changing  cinematic 
ideas. 

Nor  arc  these  experiences  limited.  For 
she  has  played  in  Italy  coevally  with 
Duse  on  the  stage  and  Francesca  Bertini 
on  the  screen.  And  she  played  in  Ger- 
many and  England.  Now  she  is  pre- 
pared for  the  great  Esperanto  film  of 
which  one  hears  so  much. 

Life  has  given  her  a  kind  preparation 
for  almost  any  kind  ot  a  talking  picture, 
even  up  to  an  ex-tailor's  production  of 
"The  Tower  of  Babel."  For,  at  home 
she  spoke  Italian;  in  school  she  learned 
Spanish;  Reinhardt  taught  her  German; 
the  route  of  "The  Miracle"  brought  her 

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DECEMBER,  1928 


19 


HERALD   BROWN 


Tosh  I  Komori 

Formerly  of  the  Imperial  Thealre  in  Tokio.  and  now  the  t-offue  in  Paris,  this  exotic  Japanese  dancer  is  constantly 

sought  for  entertainment  by  important  personages  of  Europe   He  plans  to  tour  the  United  States 

next  season  and  include  San  Francisco  in  his  schedule 


20 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Those  Were  The  Days 

An  Account  of  Prize  Fights  and  Fighters  of  San  Francisco's  Early  Days 


To  DETERMiNF  cxactlv  how  many 
histories  ha\'C  been  written  upon 
early  San  Francisco  would  be  a 
dirticult  task  To  fix,  even  approxi- 
mately, the  number  of  novels,  short 
stories,  articles,  poems  and  what  not 
based  upon  or  dealing  with  some  phase 
ot  the  city's  history,  legend,  tradition  or 
anecdote  would  be  a  sheer  impossibility. 
For  the  past  se\xnty-fivc  years  San  Fran- 
cisco has,  without  question,  occupied  a 
spot  light  position  in  forming  the  Ameri- 
can literary  scene. 

It  would  seem  that,  in  all  this  frenzy 
and  industry  to  set  the  city  down  on 
paper,  to  cast  its  spirit  into  type  and  bind 
it  between  book  covers,  no  factor  of  any 
importance  would  be  overlooked.  Sad  to 
relate,  however,  something  has  been 
o\'erlookcd.  There  is  existent  not  one 
small  volume,  not  one  connected,  co- 
herent account  of  famous  prize  fighters 
and  prize  fights  of  San  Francisco's  early 
days.  Yet  this  was  an  activity  and  phase 
of  the  city's  life,  which  in  its  heyday 
flourished  with  extraordinary  vitality 
and  shed  upon  the  community  no  small 
measure  of  glamour  and  a  certain  glory. 

Here  is  a  chapter  of  history  whose 
angles  of  interest  are  many.  Here  is  a 
story  whose  psychological  and  dramatic 
values  are  strong  and  intense;  whose 
contrasts  are  strange,  bewildering  and 
parado.xical.  It  is  a  tale  of  muscularly 
powerful  men,  who  in  the  ring  were 
brutally  cruel,  but  outside  of  the  ring 
were  as  naive,  as  sentimental,  as  impres- 
sionable to  vague  and  unknown  fears  as 
children  Moreover,  they  were  drawn  to 
an  environment  ideal  for  bringing  out 
all  the  contradictions  of  their  natures.  It 
is  a  history  that  never  runs  smoothly, 
for  it  was  continuously  beset  by  stern 
pressure  from  without  and  torn  by  dis- 
sensions from  within. 

Yet  the  subject  has  never  been  touched 
upon  save  in  the  sports  departments  of 
the  newspapers.  Periodically  one  of  the 
dailies  runs  in  its  sports  pages  a  series  of 
articles  on  the  old  fights  and  fighters. 
Such  material  is  largely  valuable  for  the 
things  it  suggests  It  is  newspaper  copy, 
dashed  off  hurriedly.  It  is  rich  in  snatches 
and  fragments  of  luridly  colored  tales 
and  anecdotes  of  men  and  e\'cnts,  mov- 
ing to  an  hectic  tempo.  It  is  poor  in  con- 
necting links;  bankrupt  in  explanatory 
background  and  coherence.  Its  dates  are 
uncertain  and  frequently  lacking  alto- 
gether It  is,  in  short,  unsatisfactory 
material  with  which  to  work  for  an 
article  of  this  type. 


By  ZOE  A.  BATTU 

BUT  all  that  can  be  done  is  to  make  the 
best  use  of  whatever  is  available, 
never  forgetting  that  it  is  furnished  bv 
Tim  McGrath,  Billy  Kennealy,  Daniel 
Leary,  three  men,  who  were  participa- 
tors in  and  are  survivors  of  the  days 
when  the  game  was  in  its  best  and  lusti- 
est days.  Tim  McGrath,  promoter,  be  it 
known  still  holds  forth  in  the  Loew 
Building,  and  puts  in  his  days  and  most 
of  his  nights,  as  well,  in  arranging  bo.x- 
ing  matches  (modern  and  purified  for 
prize  fights)  is  a  man  who  ranks  second 
to  none  in  this  business.  Certainly,  he  is  a 
veteran  ot  the  game,  for  he  admits  to 
being  in  it  some  forty  years.  During 
these  years  he  has  discovered,  trained 
and  handled  practically  every  fighter  of 
any  note.  His  fund  of  memories  is  re- 
markable, colossal,  inexhaustible  and,  of 
course,  he  laments  that  fights  and  fighters 
are  not  what  thcv  used  to  be. 


PROPERLY  speaking  San  Francisco  gained 
fame  as  a  great  place  for  prize  fighters 
simultaneously  with  the  gold  rush. 
Nothing  was  more  natural  than  that  this 
movement  should  attract  men  with  an 
inborn  inclination  to  live  and  gather 
glory  by  their  fists.  Once  arrived  in  San 
Francisco  or  the  mining  towns,  the  ten- 
sion, the  craving  tor  excitement  and 
amusement  provided  seekers  of  fame 
and  fortune  with  ideal  and  profitable 
opportunities. 

The  most  notable  of  these  very  early 
fighters  was  one  John  Heenan  of  Benicia, 
who  during  the  iS5o's  achieved  national 
and  international  recognition  both  for 
his  fistic  abilities  and  his  matrimonial 
alliance  with  Adah  Isaacs  Menken,  the 
actress.  La  Menken  was  famous  in  her 
own  right  long  before  her  husband  knew 
that  fleeting  quality.  She  was  rated  as  an 
actress,  dancer,  pianist,  poet,  beauty  and 
painter  in  oils  of  no  secondary  abilities. 
She  visited  San  Francisco  in  1S52  and 
took  even  the  populace  of  that  blase  day 
by  the  ears  through  her  flaunting  ot  the 
social  amenities.  While  she  was  engaged 
in  this  pleasant  pastime.  Heenan  was  in 
England,  where  he  challenged  a  certain 
Saver,  idol  of  the  British,  and  vanquished 
him  in  44  rounds.  By  reason  of  this  feat 
the  British  were  forced  to  take  serious 
notice  of  the  upstart  city,  San  Francisco, 
but  Heenan 's  personal  fame  was  of  short 
duration  His  wife  presently  divorced 
him,  after  which  he  appears  to  have 
sunk  into  obscurity. 

No  doubt  the  6o's  and  70's  produced  . 
their  crops  of  famous  fighters  and  ring 
battles    But  of  these  no  printed  word 


exists,  and  the  spectators  of  the  scenes 
are  for  the  most  part  dead.  The  news- 
papers of  that  day  were  hopelessly  un- 
progressive  and  lacking  in  a  live  news 
sense.  Sports  departments  were  unknown 
and  the  news  columns  were  given  over 
to  saving  the  country,  the  speeches  of 
Congressmen  and  other  such  dull  sub- 
jects. The  main  thread  of  our  story, 
therefore,  does  not  re-appear  until  ap- 
proximately the  middle  and  late  So's. 

▼       T       ▼ 

ABOUT  this  time  and  during  the  go's 
San  Francisco  appears  to  have 
been  struck  by  a  flood  tide  of  first  class 
fighters  and  fights.  Froni  Australia  came 
Bob  Fitzsimmons,  Paddy  Gorman, 
Shadow  Meadows,  Peter  Jackson,  Jim 
Hall,  Tommy  Tracy,  Dan  Treadon, 
Billy  Murphy  and  George  Dawson — all 
formidable  names  in  the  annals  of  fis- 
tiana.  Corbctt,  Fitzsimmons,  Jeff^ries, 
Johnson,  Willard  and  Denipsey  all  held 
the  world's  heavyweight  championship 
titles,  and  all  gained  their  initial  fame 
and  reputation  in  San  Francisco.  In  addi- 
tion the  city  was  the  accepted  and  ofiicial 
headquarters  for  other  such  notables  as 
Abe  Atell,  Battling  Nelson,  Packey 
McFarland,  Spider  Kelly,  Al  Hawkins, 
Peter  Marr,  George  Dixon  and  the  re- 
nowned John  L.  Sullivan,  the  great  man 
of  them  all. 

Just  why  the  game  should  flourish  so 
amazingly  here  is  not  difficult  to  explain. 
San  Francisco  was  then,  perhaps,  the  one 
city  in  the  entire  country  which  was 
openly  and  boisterously  sinful  and  took  a 
noisy  delight  in  that  fact.  The  Middle 
Western  regions  and  the  Eastern  regions 
were  in  the  grip  of  a  puritanical  hypoc- 
risy. They  were  circumspect,  conserva- 
tive, respectable  and  beset  by  busy  hordes 
of  reformers  and  upliftcrs  and  in  many 
states  and  large  cities  prize  fighting  was 
forbidden  by  law.  San  Francisco  suff'ered 
from  no  such  theories  of  righteousness. 
Such  reformers  as  there  were  in  her  midst 
were  powerless  and  ineffective.  This  was 
the  day  of  the  wide  open  Barbary  Coast 
and  a  general  spirit  of  large  and  free  toler- 
ance among  the  citizenry.  An  atmosphere 
ot  this  sort  was  paradise  for  the  arrived 
or  aspiring  prize  fighter.  Here  he  found 
skillful  promoters  and  trainers  and  gen- 
erous audiences,  who  rendered  proper 
honor  to  his  talents  and  accomplish- 
ments. 

▼        ▼        T 

TH.A.T  the  sport  was  marked  by  an 
elemental  directness  now  unknown 
is  evident  in  the  account  of  a  battle 
between  Joe  Choynski  and  Jim  Corbett 

Ctuntinued  on  page  47 


DECEMBER,  1928 


21 


"TiK'o  Old  Cionies" 

In  wlucli  Clarence  P.  JIattei  has  painted  his  father  with  ajriend  plai/ina  cardr  in  the  Jamiliar  .rettinij 
of  ijiiamt  old  JIaltei\t  I'ui'ern  near  Santa  Barbara 

Clarence  Mattel 

A  Picturesque  Figure  Among  California  Painters 


MANY  artists  are  disappointing. 
An  artist  whose  work  is  strong 
and  virile  may  very  possibly 
have  a  weak  chin.  One  whose  canvases 
epitomize  romance  in  its  most  charming 
vein  may,  in  private  life,  be  addicted  to 
a  toupee.  In  fact  quite  rarely  does  one 
find  "the  perfect  artist  type"  in  the  per- 
son of  an  artist  of  accomplishment. 

It  is  this  very  rarity  of  finding  a  painter 
whose  appearance  and  personality  carry 
out  the  romantic  ideal  that  draws  our 
attention  particularly  to  Clarence  Mattei 
ot  Santa  Barbara,  a  portrait  painter  of 
distinction.  He  is  handsome  in  a  strik- 
ing, dark  way.  His  eyes  hold  a  southern 
fire  that  lights  with  the  zest  of  the  occa- 
sion, especially  if  the  situation  involves 
amorous  possibilities.  A  charming  person 
and  an  ardent  seeker  of  beauty,  he  yet 
holds  himself  somewhat  aloof  from  life 
and  certain  phases  of  responsibility.  And 
so  we  find  in  him  the  fluid  artist  type  let- 
ting life  f^ow  by  and  through  him  but  re- 
maining himself  untouched  and  elusive 
of  the  very  forces  he  acknowledges  and 
records  in  his  portrait  commentaries. 


By  RAYMOND  ARMSBY 

CLARENCE  Mattei's  background  is 
romantic  and  his  heritage  is  one  of 
picturesque  origin.  His  Italian  Swiss 
father  came  to  California  when  the  state 
was  young  and  to  San  Francisco  when 
the  city  was  in  the  first  process  of  amal- 
gamating the  cosmopolitan  elements 
drawn  by  the  dream  ofgold  and  adventure. 

It  was  here,  in  1882,  that  Clarence 
Mattei  was  born  into  the  picturesque 
atmosphere  of  old  San  Francisco.  His 
was  the  birthright  of  quaint  cobble- 
stoned  streets,  jangling  cable  cars  and 
other  outward  evidences  of  this  young 
adventuresome  city. 

At  an  early  age  he  was  taken  by  his 
father  to  the  delightful  Los  Olivas 
Valley  near  Santa  Barbara.  There  he 
spent  his  boyhood  in  the  warm  clear 
sunshine,  his  eyes  filled  with  the  blue  of 
the  mountains  and  the  glowing,  rich 
colors  of  that  region.  His  father  kept 
Mattei's  Tavern,  a  favorite  retreat  for 
hunters  and  sportsmen  from  both  north 
and  south.  It  may  well  be  that  it  was  as 
a  boy,  listening  wide-eyed  to  hunter's 
tales,  that  he  first  felt  the  intense  interest 
in  people's  faces  that  later  was  to  bring 


him  recognition  as  a  portrait  painter. 
His  parents  were  sympathetic  with 
his  artistic  ambitions  and  sent  young 
Clarence  to  the  Mark  Hopkins  Institute 
where  he  studied  under  the  guidance  of 
the  leading  spirits  of  San  Francisco  art 
at  that  time. 

FROM  San  Francisco,  Clarence  Mattei 
went  to  Paris — to  Julian's  Academy. 
There  he  studied  with  Jean  Paul  Laurens 
and  started  working  out  his  career.  In 
1907  his  work  was  accepted  for  exhibi- 
tion in  the  Salon.  His  canvas,  an  oil  por- 
trait of  an  Italian,  attracted  attention, 
word  of  which  reached  New  York  and 
paved  the  way  for  interesting  commis- 
sions on  his  return  to  America. 

Arriving  in  the  United  States,  Mattei 
established  his  studio  in  New  York  City 
where  he  was  welcomed  on  the  basis  of 
both  his  artistic  and  social  talents  He 
was  commissioned  to  paint  many  of  the 
prominent  people  and  there  was  an  in-  . 
creasing  demand  for  his  work. 

But  the  harsh  coldness  of  the  East 
chilled  Mattei.  His  mother's  southern 
blood  flowing  through  his  veins  stirred 

Continued  on  page  35 


22 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Musical  Notes 

Bloch  s  "America"  Premiere  Event  of  the  Season 

By  DURYEA  LAWRENCE 


TEN  years  hence,  those  who  care  co 
rcminesce  on  San  Francisco's 
musical  past  will  doubtlessly 
mention  the  season  of  1928-11529  Here, 
indeed,  was  a  period  ot  change  A  tinic 
ot  cumulative  developments  in  the  mus- 
ical life  of  the  city,  not  the  least  im- 
portant of  which  transpired  in  the 
month  ot  December 

Already  this  year's  musical  season  has 
made  an  auspicious  start.  Commencing 
with  a  scintillant  opera  season,  it  has 
burgeoned  into  a  breath-taking  series  of 
concerts  and  recitals  given  all  over  the 
city 

Possibly  the  outstanding  event  of  the 
month  will  be  the  local  premiere  of  Er- 
nest Bloch's  tone  poem  "America."  A 
prize  winning  composition  this  work 
was  written  here  in  San  Francisco  on 
Russian  Hill  Enthusiasts  who  are  al- 
ready well  familiar  with  its  themes  pro- 
claim that  a  portion  will  in  time  be- 
come the  new  national  anthem  of  our 
land 

Of  this  new  and  serious  work  Red- 
fern  Mason  speaks  with  authority  ; 

"Ernest  Bloch,  Jew  by  race,  Switzer 
by  birth,  American  by  choice,  freeman, 
composer  by  the  grace  of  God,  has  writ- 
ten an  anthem  which,  when  some  well 
graced  poet  raises  the  words  to  the  level 
of  the  music,  will  probably  sweep  the 
land,  finding  its  way  into  the  hearts  of 
all  kinds  and  conditions  ot  Americans 
by  virtue  of  its  beauty  and  sincerity. 

"Bloch  came  to  America  twelve  years 
ago  He  had  read  the  Declaration  of 
Independence  and  the  Federal  Constitu- 
tion, and  their  idealism  thrilled  him. 
Here  was,  in  very  truth,  a  New  World, 
a  world  whose  people  had  cast  off  the 
leading  strings  of  class  privilege  and  was 
free  and  able  to  realize  its  destiny  as  con- 
science and  common  sense  dictated. 

"Bloch  had  put  his  belief  in  America, 
his  love  and  reverence  for  her,  into 
music.  It  was  inevitable  that  he  should 
do  so.  The  image  of  Lincoln  had 
stamped  itself  on  his  heart;  Walt  Whit- 
man had  imparted  to  him  the  vision  of 
the  greater  America  that  is  to  be 

"So,  when  'Musical  America'  offered 
a  $30,000  prize  for  the  best  symphony 
written  by  an  American,  he  was  ready 
to  write  it  And  write  it  he  did,  and, 
while  he  wrote,  there  echoed  within 
him  the  words  of  Whitman  :  'O  Ameri- 
ca, because  you  built  for  mankind,  I 
build  for  you  '  " 

And  in  conclusion  Mason  states:  "In 
his  music,  Bloch  is  a  philosopher,  a 
seer;  he  sees  Americans  the  slaves  of 
license  and  greed.  His  score  is  a  revela- 


tion of  brute  force;  we  sense  the  slow 
grinding  of  levers  that  crush  the  spirit 
ot  the  worker;  it  tells  ot  fortunes  built 
on  selfishness  and  lives  given  up  to  in- 
dulgence. And  the  composer  hears,  com- 
ing from  the  depths  ot  the  soul  ot  the 
people,  a  cry  of  distress;  he  foresees  col- 
lapse and  social  disintegration,  unless 
men  and  women  face  live  with  clear 
eyed  vision." 

"America"  will  be  performed  at  the 
Civic  Auditorium  under  the  auspices  of 
the  city  on  December  20.  On  the  same 
date,  five  other  cities  will  also  offer  the 
work  for  the  first  time. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

SECOND  in  interest  is  the  appearance  of 
Yehudi  Menuhin,  San  Francisco's 
own  prodigy  who  will  play  at  the  Civic 
Auditorium  December  5  on  the  eve  of 
his  departure  on  a  long  tour.  The  people 
of  this  city  have  become  devoted  to  this 
young  violinist;  they  took  him  to  their 
hearts  and  made  him.  Yet  it  seems  al- 
most unbelievable  that  four  dollars  and 
forty  cents  should  be  asked  of  those  few 
who  would  sit  closely  to  their  favorite. 
Not  that  he  is  not  worth  much  more. 
But  after  all,  this  is  his  home  city 

The  third  of  the  Winter  Popular  Con- 
certs at  the  Civic  Auditorium  will  pre- 
cede the  Menuhin  recital  by  one  even- 
ing. For  this  occasion  Frieda  Hempel  is 
the  soloist.  These  events  are  the  talk  of 
all  those  visitors  who  chance  to  attend 
They  astound  with  their  huge  atten- 
dances and  their  excellent  programs. 
Surely  the  attractive  all-Wagner  pro- 
gram of  last  month  could  not  be  sur- 
passed . 

Which  reminds  us  that  Elsa  Alsen  re- 
turns to  the  Dreamland  Auditorium  on 
December  the  sixth  for  a  recital.  This 
will  mark  the  initial  visit  of  this  gifted 
soprano  on  the  concert  stage  although 
advance  reports  indicate  that  she  is  no 
less  superb  in  this  field  than  in  Wagner- 
ian opera  Her  numbers  reflect  a  catholic 
choice  from  Schubert,  Jacobi,  LaForge, 
de  Falla,  Dvorak,  Bertellin  and  many 
others.  To  her  credit  may  it  be  said  that 
she  has  engaged  one  of  the  most  tal- 
ented accompanists  in  the  country.  This 
is  Claire  Mcllonino,  who,  before  many 
more  seasons  will  be  giving  concerts  of 
her  own  at  Dreamland. 


THE  Symphony  Orchestra  under  the 
vigorous  baton  of  Dr  Hertz  is 
continuing  as  the  capable  nucleus  of  the 
city's  musical  life  New  additions  to 
several  sections  have  strengthened  the  en- 
semble work  although  the  violin  sector 
remains  one  of  the  finest  in  the  country. 

Mishel  Paistro  the  concert  master  is 
the  leading  soloist  of  the  month   Those 
who  are  well  acquainted  with  his  work 
are  unstinted  in  their  praise  while  his 
intimates  list  him  among  the  first  ten 
violinists  of  the  world.  This  year  Piastre  1 
will  play  the  new  Kreisler  cadenzas  ofj 
the  Beethoven  Violin  Concerto.  On  the 
same  program  will  be  the  initial  Sanl 
Francisco  performance  of  "Jurgen,"  the' 
symphonic  poem  of  Deems  Taylor  on 
the  Cabell  fantasy. 

Which    brings    us    to    the    pertinent 
question ;  What  happened  to  the  touring 
company  of  "The  King's  Henchman" 
which  left  New  York  two  years  ago  and! 
which  was  routed  to  the  coast? 

The  remainder  of  the  soloists  with 
the  orchestra  include  William  Wolski,  z\ 
member  of  the  organization  who  gave  I 
a  spirited  reading  last  season  of  a  diffi-  " 
cult  Paganini  number;  Carl  Friedberg,! 
pianist;  and  E.  Robert  Schmitz,  founder  1 
of  Pro-Musica  who  was  heard  last  sea- 
son  at  the   Fairmont   in   a   recital   and 
whose    exceptional    work    is    modernj 
music  is  well  known. 

T      T      ▼ 

Although  the  disbanding  of  the! 
^X.  Persinger  Quartet  was  a  distinctl 
blow  to  the  musical  world,  the  Abas| 
Quartet  has  been  providing  several  ex- 
cellent evenings  of  Chamber  Music  acl 
the  Scottish  Rite  Auditorium.  Theirl 
last  program  of  Schubert  was  magnifi- 
cent and  it  is  hoped  that  their  Decemberl 
concert  will  equal  in  virtuosity  and  nov-l 
elty  its  predecessors. 

The  last  of  the  fall  series  of  concertsi 
in  Berkeley  will   be  given  on  the  firsti 
Sunday    of    the    month.    These    semi- 
popular  afternoon  programs  have  met 
with    much    enthusiasm    on    the    Cali- 
fornia campus   Their  continuance  in  thel 
winter    and    spring    should    develop    al 
larger   audience    for   the    orchestra    forj 
next  season. 

The  Oakland  evening  series  of  con- 
certs have  been  discontinued  because  the! 
weekly  night  concerts  at  Dreamland  have! 
absorbed  all  of  the  allotted  hours  of  the! 
musicians  contracts. 

And  so  with  the  myriad  of  lesser 
events  and  recitals,  this  month  promises 
almost  a  nightly  assignment  for  that 
energetic  minority  which  never  misses 
an  event. 


DECEMBER,  1928 


23 


Georgej)  Arllss 

A  character  drawing  of  the  eminent  English  actor  by  Douglas  Crane  His  success  in  native  London  has  been 
no  less  than  in  America,  to  which  he  has  de^'oted  his  art  for  over  a  quarter  oj  a  century.  Playgoers  remember  him 
Jor  Ins  Disraeli,  his  Raja  in  "The  Green  Goddess"  and  his  Sybanus  Heythorp  in  "Old  English"  And  now  as 
Shylock  in  "The  Merchant  oJ  Venice' ,  Arliss  acts  his  first  important  Shakespearean  role,  at  theGeary  Theatre 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Mrs.  Charles  P.  Bli/tfieJ 
Reproduced Jroni  the  portrad  by  Clarence  R.  Jlallei 


DECEMBER,  1928 


25 


The  Reigning  Dynasty 


WEDDINGS 

SMITH-TAFT.  On  Nuvcmber  10  at  Si.  Charles 
Church  in  Oakland.  Miss  Bcity  Taft.  daughter  of  Mr 
and  Mrs  j  Maxwell  Taft.  tn  Mr  Fcn'Mick  Smith  son 
of  Mr  John  Henry  Smith  of  Piedmont. 

SIMMONS-PA^NE.  On  Novemher  2h.  in  Belvedere 
Miss  Dolly  P^yne.  daushter  <.f  Dr.  and  Mrs  Clyde 
Payne,  to  Mr.  Bun  (Vnn  Simmons  of  I.o:,  Aneeles. 


ENGAGEMENTS 

Miss  Dorcas  Jackson,  daughter  of  Mrs.  Charles 
''fancis  Jackson  of  San  Francisco  to  Mr.  Hendry  Stuart 
McKenzie  Burns,  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  Stuart 
Burns  of  Aberdeen,  Scotland. 

MissMiriaml.innell.daughierof  Mr  Allen  S  Linnell 
and  [he  late  Mrs  I.innelltoMr  Hmmett  Lane  Rixford 
son  of  Dr.  and  Mrs    Rmmett  Rixford. 


VISITORS  ENTERTAINED 

Mrs  Rutherford  Kearney  of  London  was  encertained 
by  Mrs.  Viryinia  Knox  Maddox  at  the  latter's  home  on 
Pacific  Avenue.  Mrs  Kearney  has  been  dividing  her 
time  between  San  f^>ancisco  and  Santa  Barbara  where 
her  sister.  Mrs.  J    Langdon  Erving  makes  her  home. 

Dr.  and  Mrs  Milton  Geyman  of  Santa  Barbara  were 
house  gues:s  nf  Dr  and  Mrs.  Redmond  Payne  during 
the  week-end  of  the  Big  Game. 

Captain  and  Mrs  Clifford  Erskine-Bolst  of  New  York 
and  Paris  were  in  San  Francisco  on  a  visit  late  in  No- 
vember and  were  entertained  continuously.  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  George  T,  Cameron,  and  Mr,  and  Mrs.  Edmund 
Lyman  were  among  those  who  entertained  for  them  on 
the  peninsula 

Mrs.  Norman  McLaren  of  Paris  was  honor  guest  at  a 
number  of  functions  during  her  recent  visit  to  San  Fran- 
cisco when  she  was  the  house  guest  of  Mr  and  Mrs 
Millen  Griffith  Mrs.  McLaren  is  the  sis.er  of  Miss  Eliza- 
beth Ashe  of  San  Francisco. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Harry  Howard  Webbof  Santa  Barbara 
were  San  Francisco  visitors  and  were  honor  guests  at  a 
Lea  given  by  Mrs.  James  Potter  Langhorne. 

Mr.  Clarence  Postiey.  Mr  Charles  Pratt  and  Mr- 
Howard  F.  Whitney,  a  trio  of  voung  New  1  ork  bache- 
lors, were  the  guests  of  Mr.  Postley's  mother,  Mrs  Ross 
Ambler  Curran.  in  Burlingame.  Thev  left  San  Francisco 
en  route  for  the  Orient,  planning  a  tour  of  the  world.  The 
three  were  guests  of  honor  at  a  dinner  given  at  the  Polo 
Club  in  San  Mateo  by  Mr    and  Mrs.  Lindsay  Howard. 

Senor  and  Senora  Jorge  Almada  of  Sinaloa,  the  latter 
of  whom  is  the  daughter  of  President  Cal!es  of  Mexico 
were  guests  at  the  Fairmont  during  their  stay  here.  The 
couple  were  on  their  honeymoon  and  were  complimented 
by  a  number  of  functions  given  by  members  of  the  con- 
sular group  in  San  Francisco. 

Miss  Joan  and  Mrs  Made'eine  Forbes  of  Biarritz 
w^ho  have  been  visiting  with  Mr  and  Mrs.  George  T! 
C-ameron  in  Burlingame.  were  honor  guests  at  a  dinner 
party  gi  v-en  at  Tail's  at  the  Beach  by  Mr.  and  Mrs 
Richard  Heimann. 

Mrs.  John  J  Lapham  of  New  York  was  a  visitor  to 
San  Francisco  during  November  She  will  pass  the  re- 
mainder of  the  winter  at  the  Hotel  Huntington  in  Pasa- 
dena. 

Mr.  Herold  Brown  of  Paris  was  honored  at  an  in- 
formal tea  given  by  Mrs.  James  Jackman  at  her  home 
Mr.  Brown  is  an  artist. 

Miss  Marjorie  Davis  of  New  York  was  entertained  by 
Mrs.  Arthur  Gibson  at  the  latter's  home.  After  a  visit  to 
her  mother,  Mrs.  Norris  K.  Davis  in  Montecito  Miss 
Davis  will  return  to  New  York  where  she  is  engaged  in 
literary  work. 


HERE  AND  THERE 

The  San  Francisco  Horse  Show  celebrated  the  sixth 
annual  event  early  in  November  The  show  was  spon- 
sored by  the  Junior  League  and  proceeds  were  turned 
over  to  the  League's  Building  fund. 

Mrs,  Hopkins  Cowdin  gave  a  large  dancing  party  for 
her  debutante  niece.  Miss  Evelyn  Taylor  at  Tait's-at- 
the-Beach.  A  hundred  of  the  younger  set  attended. 

Mrs.  George  E  Bates  entertained  about  two  hundred 
friends  at  a  luncheon  at  the  Fairmont  given  in  honor  of 
Mrs  J  J,  Spieker  and  Mrs.  S  C  Denson  who  recently 
returned  from  a  trip  abroad. 

The  debutante  set  were  honor  guests  at  a  dinner  and 
theater  party  given  by  Mr  Alexander  Hamilton. 

Mrs.  Kenneth  Mcintosh  passed  several  weeks  in 
Pittsburgh,  the  guests  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  Scully 
(Mary  Julia  Crocker.) 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Harry  Poett  celebrated  the  twenty-fifth 
anniversary  of  their  wedding  by  giving  a  dinner  party 
at  their  San  Mateo  home.  Mrs.  Poett  was  Miss  Gene- 
vieve Carolan. 

Miss  Helene  Lundborg  arranged  a  surprise  dinner 
party  in  honor  of  her  brother.  Mr.  Clilt  Lundborg's 
birthday  The  dinner  took  place  at  the  Lundborg  home 
at  Cough  and  Washington  streets. 


Vlr  and  Mrs  Brooks  Walker  have  returned  to  their 
home  in  Piedmont  afier  a  st.journ  in  New  York  where 
ihcy  were  eniertnincd  bv  Mr.  Walker's  sister,  Mrs 
William  Randolph  Hearst  Jr. 

Mrs,  Riilx-rt  Noble  introduced  her  daughter.  Miss 
Beth  Sherwood,  to  society  at  a  large  tea  given  at  the 
Lrancisca  Club  The  tlcbutante  shared  honors  with  Mrs 
Sherwood  C'hapman.  the  former  Miss   I  hida  von   1  (olt 

Maj:>r  and  Mrs  Putnam  Youn^  were  the  incentives 
for  a  number  c)f  dinner  parties  before  starting  on  their 
round  the  world  trip. 

The  Misses  Peggy  and  Polly  Dibblee  twin  daughters 
of  Mr.  and  Mr^  Albert  J.  Dibblee,  were  nresenied  lo 
society  at  a  large  ball  given  at  the  Hotel  Fairmont  by 
their  uncle  and  aunt.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Benjamin  Dibblee 
on  Nr)vember  9. 

Miss  June  Shaw,  daughter  of  Mrs.  Nelson  Shaw  and 
granddaughterofMrs  Clinton  Worden,  made  her  debut 
at  a  large  reception  given  at  the  familv  home  on  Wash- 
ington Street  on  November  10. 

Miss  Harriett  Browncll  of  San  Francisco  was  one  of 
the  bridesmaids  at  the  wedding  of  Miss  Ruth  Ledyard 
and  William  de  Rahm  at  Grace  Church  in  New  Ytirk, 

Mrs.  Tobin  Clark  was  among  the  many  prominent 
Californians  in  attendance  upon  the  opera  on  the  night 
of  Bori's  appearance  in  "Traviata."  Raymond  Armsby 
also  took  a  box  for  this  brilliant  occasion. 

Mrs  Clinton  Walker  and  her  daughter.  Miss  Harriet 
Walker,  were  guests  at  the  Drake  Hotel  in  New  York 
for  several  weeks 

Mrs.  Ernest  Mott  and  her  daughter,  Miss  Marjorie 
Mott,  are  spending  the  winter  holidays  on  the  Atlantic 
Coast. 

Miss  Maye  Colburn  is  in  the  East,  spending  much  of 
her  time  with  Mrs.  John  Biddle  at  the  latter's  home  in 
Washington. 

Mr,  and  Mrs.  Wyatt  Eustis  will  pass  the  winter 
months  in  New  York.  They  have  made  the  trip  East  on 
the  "California." 

Mrs  Gertrude  Atherton  is  in  New  York  where  she 
will  visit  for  the  next  few  months. 

Miss  Mary  Emma  Flood  returned  to  New  York  after 
coming  to  California  to  attend  the  funeral  of  her  aunt, 
the  late  Miss  Cora  Jane  Flood. 

Mrs.  Washington  Dodge  is  established  at  the  Plaza 
Hotel  in  New  York  for  the  winter, 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  N.  .Armsby  have  taken  posses- 
sion of  their  apartments  at  the  Savoy  Plaza  for  the 
winter. 

Miss  Virginia  Phillips,  daughter  of  Mrs  Grattan 
Phillips  Sr.,  of  San  Francisco,  made  her  professional 
debut  in  New  York  last  month,  appearing  in  "Much 
Ado  About  Nothing,"  Mrs.  Fiske's  vehicle- 
Mr,  and  Mrs,  Milton  Esberg  are  in  New  York  and 
will  return  to  California  for  the  Christmas  holidays. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  ABROAD 

Miss  Romilda  Musto,  daughter  of  .Mr  and  Mrs, 
Guido  Musto.  IS  spending  the  winter  m  Rome,  where 
she  is  a  student  at  the  University. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Perkins  Raymond  were  in 
Berlin  at  last  accounts 

Miss  Mary  and  Miss  Margaret  Zane  of  Burlingame 
will  spend  the  winter  traveling  on  the  Continent 

Mrs,  John  Gerlach  and  her  daughter.  Miss  Louise 
Gcrlach,  are  in  Suttgart.  Germany  They  plan  a  motor 
trip  through  Italy  later  in  the  year. 

Miss  Jean  Rutherford  has  been  a  visitor  in  Rome. 
Mr.  Stanley  Powell  was  in  Frankfort,  Germany,  at 
last  accounts. 

Mr.  Leon  E.  Bocqueraz  was  recently  awarded  the 
Cross  of  the  Legion  of  Honor,  in  recognition  of  his 
friendship  for  the  French  Republic. 

Mr  George  Baker  Robbins  spent  the  autumn  in  Paris. 
Mrs.  Alexander  D    Keyes.  Mr.  T.  Danforth  Board- 
man  and  Miss  Kate  Boardman  were  recently  enjoying 
an  interesting  tour  of  Scotland. 

Mr  and  Mrs,  George  Gordon  Moore  of  San  Francisco 
and  Carmei.  have  arrived  in  Paris. 

Mrs    Andrew  Welch  and  her  daughter.  Miss  Marie 

Welch,  who  have  been  in  Paris  since  last  spring,  plan  to 

pass  the  winter  holidays  at  their  home  in  San  Francisco. 

Mr    and  Mrs    Gayle  .'\nderton  are  in  France  where 

they  will  place  their  children  in  school, 

Mrs  T.  Edward  Bailly  was  recently  in  London  where 
she  was  entertained  by  Mr.  and  Mrs,  James  George 

Miss  Dorothy  Mein  has  been  in  London  for  several 
months  and  was  joined  there  by  her  parents.  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  William  Wallace  Mein.  early  in  November. 

Judge  and  Mrs  James  A  Cooper  are  in  Paris  where 
they  have  joined  their  daughter.  Miss  Ethel  Cooper, 
Later  in  the  year  the  party  will  go  to  Egypt, 

On  the  night  of  the  Presidential  election  a  large  no- 
host  dinner  was  held  at  the  Burlingame  Country  Club 
with  practically  the  entire  society  contingent  of  the 
peninsula  in  attendance  to  dine  and  hear  the  election 
returns. 


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Honoring  Miss  Beth  Shcrwo<.J.  a  debutante  of  the 
winter,  Mr  and  Mrs  frederick  McNear  gave  a  dinner 
>arty  at  1  ait  s-ar-the-Beach  where  I  hey  entertained  the 
luntlred  young  girls  and  bachelors  who  make  up  ihe 

younger  group. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Robert  Hendcrwm  of  Burlingame  gave 
'i/i'fjner  pariy  at  their  home  on  the  peninsula  in  honor 
nj  Mrs  Mount  ford  Wilson  who  recently  returned  from 
I-.urope. 

Mr  and  Mrs  Alfred  Hendrickson  were  hrists  at  an 
informal  Sunday  nighl  sunper  given  at  the  home  of  Mrs. 
Hcndricksfjn's  parents.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  N.  Armsby 
in  Burlingame. 

Mr,  and  Mrs  Nion  Tucker  entertained  at  a  luncheon 
party  in  Burlingame  honoring  Mrs.  George  N.  Armsby 
who  has  left  for  the  East. 

Mrs  Phillip  Van  1  lorne  Lansdale  has  returned  to  her 
home  on  Broadway  after  a  sojourn  of  nearly  two  years 
in  the  East  and  in  liurope.  Before  returning  to  San' 
r-rancLsco  Mrs  Lansdale  visited  for  a  time  with  her 
sister,  Mrs.  George  1  lood,  in  Philadelphia. 

At  a  tea  given  by  Mrs,  John  Bruener  at  the  Francisca 
Club  on  October  2b.  Miss  Katrina  Breuner  was  pre- 
sented to  society.  The  debutante's  aunt  and  cousin.  Mrs 
Edwin  Janss  and  Miss  Patricia  Janss,  came  from  L-os 
Angeles  to  attend  the  afTair. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Joseph  Oliver  Tobin  were  given  a  dinner 
party  at  the  home  of  Mrs.  Tobin's  sister.  Mrs.  George  T, 
Cameron  in  Burlingame,  the  occasion  celebrating  the 
twentieth  anniversary  of  Mr  and  Mrs,  Tobin.  Their 
marriage  was  a  brilliant  event  at  St  Mary's  Cathedral 
in  h)08, 

Mr.  and  Mrs,  Joseph  O.  Tobin  were  also  honor  guests 
at  a  dinner  party  given  in  Burlingame  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Ge(3rge  A.  Pope. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Silas  Palmer  gave  a  Sunday  luncheon 
at  their  home  in  Menio  Park  recently  to  celebrate  the 
birthday  of  their  nephew,  Mr    Palmer  Wheaton. 

Prior  to  their  departure  for  their  home  in  London. 
0_)unt  and  Countess  Andre  de  Limur  were  guests  of 
honor  at  a  dinner  party  given  in  Burlingame  by  Mr. 
Douglas  Alexander. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Alexander  Hamilton  gave  a  brilliant 
dinner  dance  at  the  Tanforan  Jocke>-  Club  where  they 
entertained  two  hundred  of  their  friends. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  C.  Moore  have  been  giving  interest- 
ing week-end  parties  during  the  autumn  and  early 
winter  at  their  country  place  at  Santa  Cruz. 

Mrs  George  Herrman  has  taken  apartments  for  the 
winter  at  the  Hotel  Mark  Hopkins. 

Honoring  Mrs  Dean  Witter  on  her  return  from 
Europe,  Mr.  and  Mrs  Stanley  Smith  gave  a  dinner 
party  at  their  home  in  Washington  Street. 

Miss  Jeanne  Hughson.  daughter  of  Mr  and  Mrs. 
William  L.  Hughson,  made  her  debut  on  November  7  at 
a  tea  and  reception  given  by  her  mother  at  the  Francisca 
Club. 

Miss  Frances  Ames  has  gone  to  Chicago  v/here  she 
will  be  the  guest  ofMr.  and  .Mrs.  John  Bt:)rden  Mr.  and 
N-lrs  Borden  and  their  guest  plan  a  trip  to  the  Borden 
plantation  in  Mississippi  during  the  quail  season. 

\1r  Pardow  Hooper  entertained  at  a  dinner  party  at 
the  Bohemian  Club,  where  he  was  a  host  to  the  various 
couples  at  whose  weddings  Mr.  Hooper  has  officiated  as 
usher,  also  a  few  additional  guests. 

In  honor  of  Miss  Dorcas  Jackson  whose  engagement 
to  McKenzie  Burns  has  been  announced.  Miss  Adelaide 
Sutro  entertained  at  a  luncheon. 

Miss  Sutro  also  gave  a  luncheon  party  for  Mrs.  Heber 
Tilden  (Eleanor  Weir.) 

Scores  of  dinner  and  dancing  parties  followed  the 
game  between  Stanford  and  California  on  the  evening 
of  November  24.  Hotels,  clubs  and  private  homes  on 
both  sides  of  the  bay,  were  the  scene  of  gay  and  brilliant 
gatherings. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Georges  de  Latour  and  their  son-in-law 
and  daughter.  Count  and  Countess  de  Pins,  are  again 
occupying  their  respective  town  houses  after  passing 
several  months  at  the  de  Latour  ranch  at  Rutherford. 
The  debut  of  Miss  Dominga  Russell,  daughter  of  Mrs 
Atherton  Russell,  is  planned  for  December  14  and  will 
be  held  at  the  Russell  home  in  Green  Street. 


SAN  FRANCISCANS  IN  THE  SOUTHLAND 

Dr  and  Mrs  E  E  Brownell  passed  one  of  the  recent 
week-end  holiday  periods  in  Santa  Barbara  where  their 
son,  William  Browncll,  is  attending  the  Gates  School. 

Mr.  and  Mrs  Harry  Stetson  will  occupy  one  of  the 
cottages  at  El  Mirasol  during  December. 

Mrs.  Robert  Oxnard  and  Miss  !  ily  O'Connor  recently 
passed  a  week  in  Santa  Barbara,  guests  at  El  Mirasol 

Miss  Sallie  Maynard  visited  in  Santa  Barbara  for  a 
month,  the  guest  of  Mrs.  Harry  Howard  Webb  of 
Montecito. 

Mr  and  Mrs.  Frank  Timberlake  have  gone  to  Los 
Angeles  where  they  will  lu'e  tor  three  months. 


26 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


The  Other  Side  of  the  Pacific 

Concerning  the  Contrast  of  Neighboring  Race  Temperaments 

By  JOHN  GODFREY  HILL,  PH.D. 


Editor's  Note:  In  these  days  of  increasingly  rapid 
transit  and  amaringlv- shortened  time  distances,  one 
finds  the  lands  of  the  Orient,  formerly  shrouded  in  mys- 
tery, now  quite  next  door  neifihhors  In  the  face  of  this 
fact,  we  arc  particularly  pleased  to  publish  this  article 
hy  Or  Hill,  a  distinguished  Western  psychologist  who 
recently  returned  from  a  trip  around  the  world  studying 
racial  and  religious  conditions. 

DIFFERING  civili-ations  are  very 
largely  a  matter  of  Jivergina; 
manners  and  we  find  that  man- 
ners are  the  strings  by  which  our  emo- 
tions arc  mo\'ed  When  we  meet  peoples 
of  very  different  manners  trom  our  own 
they  give  us  emotional  disturbances,  it 
not  emotional  offense,  and  we  arc  apt  to 
treat  them  rudely  Upon  the  first  clash 
with  foreigners  we  are  likely,  therefore, 
to  dislike  them  and  they  us  on  the  flim- 
siest ground  ot  ruffled  emotions  without 
any  basis  of  intentional  offense,  on  either 
side. 

These  emotional  sets,  or  temperamen- 
tal differences  expressed  in  mannerisms, 
keep  races  apart.  Traveling  proves  at 
once  an  emotional  lure  and  a  test  in  self- 
control  it  becomes  a  series  of  problems 
in  understanding,  for  to  get  on  with  a 
different  mannered  people  we  must  learn 
to  appreciate  the  differences  and  pay 
respect  to  the  attitudes  underlying  their 
actions 

T       ▼       ▼ 

THIS  time  last  year,  I  set  out  upon  a 
journey  from  San  Francisco  looking 
westward  toward  the  setting  sun  Near 
at  hand,  the  sea  was  calm  and  glinting 
blue  On  the  far  rim  of  the  evening  hori- 
zon the  waves  were  choppy,  tossing  the 
foam  into  whitecaps.  Beyond  that  the 
blue  waters  sank  into  a  bank  of  impene- 
trable fog. 

This  Golden  Gate  picture  at  nightfall 
is  startlingly  suggestive  of  the  shores  and 
peoples  we  found  beyond  the  white  caps 
and  the  sinking  blue.  When  one  pierces 
the  fog  and  rides  the  disturbing  swells  to 
the  endless  shores  beyond,  one  comes 
upon  peoples  quite  different  from  our 
own  We  become  foreigners  among 
people  who  regard  our  viewpoint  as  ex- 
ceptional. The  strange  new  manners 
strike  one  oddly. 

An  ancient  psychology  stirs  in  their 
brains  and  their  customs  are  made  on 
other  patterns  than  are  ours  And  the 
fact  that  these  peoples  beyond  the  swells 
and  the  fogare  temperamentally  different 
from  ourselves,  disturbs  our  equanimity 

T        ▼        ▼ 

THE  first  stepping  stone  to  the  Orient 
is  Hawaii.  There  one  is  bewildered 
by  tints  and  shades  of  race  colors  There 
one  finds  a  mongrel  population  on  every 
hand  All  the  colored  races  meet,  inter- 
mingle, and  inter-marry  freely  The  cli- 
mate being  delightfully   mild  the   year 


around,  and  life  made  easy  by  perennial 
fruition,  they  marry  young  Hence  the 
Islands  swarm  with  children  who  dis- 
play every  color  trom  pale  yellow  to  jet 
black. 

The  prevailing  temperament  of  these 
mixed  bloods  is  cheerily  sanguine, 
touched  with  a  musical  dreaminess.  As 
everyone  loves  the  native  Hawaiians 
their  blood  has  gone  into  some  thirty 
cross  breeds,  tincturing  all — serious  Jap- 
anese, stolid  Chinese,  active  Filipinos, 
swarthy  Singalese,  factual  Europeans 
and  driving  Americans  -with  a  touch 
of  dreamy  Ughtness  and  untroubled  ease 
pleasantly  apparent  to  the  traveler.  They 
live  on  poie  and  hula  music,  dance  about 
the  nerve-worn  traveler  and  throw  gay 
colored  leis  about  his  neck.  The  saddest 
visitors  forget  their  griefs,  listen  to  the 
moon-touched  music,  swim  in  tepid 
waters  and  roll  on  the  balmy  beach  at 
Waikiki — something  to  tell  their  tired 
business  friends  at  home.  They  have 
made  the  Islands  the  "Paradise  of  the 
Pacific,"  the  American  business  man's 
playground. 

The  native  Hawaiian  temperament 
is  a  big  factor  in  the  mid-Pacific  Islands' 
charm.  This  lilting  temper  is  as  ingratia- 
ting as  the  island  climate.  It  is  part  of  it. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

THE  next  great  hop  we  made  was  to 
Japan.  We  had  to  traverse  a  terribly 
wicked  sea  for  ten  hectic  days.  The  mer- 
maids of  the  deep  had  a  nasty  way  of 
clawing  at  one's  innermost  and  more 
came  up  than  we  had  ever  thought  of 
before  We  were  glad  to  step  on  solid 
land  at  Yokohama  and  to  be  at  internal 
rest 

In  Japan  we  came  upon  a  people  of 
quite  a  different  temperament.  There 
were  myriads  of  them — 2,600  to  the 
areable  square  mile.  What  a  problem  for 
racial  outlet!  Korea  has  been  grabbed, 
Manchuria  is  clawed  at,  swarms  flock  to 
the  Philippines  and  South  America. 

The  Japanese  temperament  is  serious, 
proud,  ambitious — and  reverent.  Their 
theatres  seem  to  have  nothing  funny.  We 
found  that  the  only  scenes  in  the  movies 
that  provoked  their  laughter  were  those 
in  which  people  fell  into  water  or  were 
caught  in  dashing  showers.  Japanese 
books  are  heavy  with  abstract  philos- 
ophy Their  business  places  are  beehives 
of  smileless  enterprise 

One  is  struck  by  their  studied  polite- 
ness. The  Japanese  are  schooled  from 
childhood  in  the  art  of  pleasing  but  they 
are  sensitive  and  quick  to  get  on  the  de- 
fensive. They  adapt  themselves  quickly 
to  outer  forms  of  other  people — in  dress. 


in  social  manners,  in  speech  and  out- 
ward politeness — but,  in  the  main,  they 
retain  their  old  customs  on  the  inside. 
Therefore  their  modernization  is  not  as 
thorough  as  a  superficial  estimate  would 
make  it  seem  Their  women  wear  west- 
ern clothes  while  their  men  still  expect 
of  them  the  old  obedience  and  servility. 
In  your  presence  they  eat  with  knives 
and  forks  but  in  private  prefer  chop 
sticks.  In  their  business  places  they  often 
have  goods  plainly  marked  but  encour- 
age bargain  haggling. 

With  the  Japanese  courtesy  is  a  matter 
of  good  morals.  In  their  temple  proces- 
sions and  Buddha  worship  they  are 
politeness  itself.  The  gods  like  good 
manners. 

It  is  evident  that  a  people  so  polite 
and  so  proud  must  be  very  deeply 
wounded  by  our  brusk  diplomatic  and 
business  dealings  where  no  chance  is 
given  them  to  "save  the  face."  To  them, 
to  lack  politeness  is  to  be  both  immoral 
and  irreverent. 

The  prevailing  temper  of  Japan  is 
reflected  on  the  painted  screen  and  feath- 
ery tan,  the  butterfly  kimono,  dancing 
geisha,  gorgeously  masked  actors,  spring- 
time flower  festivals  and  dainty  little 
shops.  They  manufacture  a  million  cute 
little  things  for  sale,  made  to  attract,  not 
to  last.  They  are  flooding  their  own  and 
other  markets  with  these  attractive  but 
frail  goods. 

This  airy  and  complex  temperament 
of  Japan  perhaps  accounts  for  the  popu- 
larity of  Buddhism,  the  religion  of  quiet 
form,  and  their  patriotic  devotion  to  the 
cult  of  Shinto,  a  system  of  nature  and 
ancestor  worship  known  as  "the  way  of 
the  Gods." 

The  florid  grace  of  Japan  colors  all  of 
life  and  turns  the  very  seasons  into  flower 
testivals,  the  state  into  grove-worship 
and  the  religion  into  flower  display. 


WHAT  a  strange  sensation  we  had 
in  China!  For  instance,  when  we 
were  in  a  fuzzy  hurry,  desiring  to  catch  a 
train  in  forty  minutes,  and  so  informed 
our  Chinese  hotel  waiter  urging  him  to 
hurry  up  the  serving  of  the  meal,  we 
found  that  he  moved  with  the  same  age- 
old  snail  pace  causing  us  to  miss  our 
train.  When  we  stewed  about  it,  his  sur- 
prise was  evidently  great  for  he  calmly 
and  blandly  informed  us  that  there  was 
another  train  tomorrow  that  would 
leave  at  the  same  hour. 

From  his  point  of  view,  why  should 
anybody  be  in  such  a  hurry  as  to  spoil  a 
good  meal  of  thirty-two  courses  when  he 

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DECEMBER,  1928 


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LIAM    HORACE   SMITH 


Toward  Nob  HUl 

From  the  ruins  of  the  Victorian  monstrosities  of  the  Big  Four  have  arisen  the  towering  height 

oj  San  Francisco' s  Jlayjair 


28 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


Security  Distribution 

Contrasting  American  and  British  Investment  Banking  Methods 


IN  THE  early  development  of  this  coun- 
try it  was  probably  necessary  tor 
bankers  to  exert  pressure  in  order  to 
procure  capital  from  the  investors  for 
new  business  \entures  The  corporate 
form  was  practically  born  in  this  coun- 
try .  at  least  it  received  a  great  impetus 
at  the  time  the  railroads  were  developed 
and  has  since  grown  until  there  arc  more 
different  types  ot  corporate  form  in  this 
country  than  in  any  other.  The  corpora- 
tion or  business  that  needed  capital  has 
had  to  secure  it  usually  from  one  or  two 
or  three  large  organizations,  and  it  has 
been  the  business  of  these  organizations 
to  procure  the  capital  from  a  great  num- 
ber of  small  investors  Thus  investment 
bankers  or  underwriters  that  have  under- 
taken to  furnish  capital  to  concerns 
needing  it,  were  organized  to  conduct 
examinations  of  the  companies  they  in- 
tended to  finance.  They  retain  lawyers, 
engineers  and  experts  of  different  types 
to  study  and  investigate  the  properties  of 
corporations  desiring  financing  Many 
in\'estment  bankers  maintain  experts  to 
sell  their  ser\'ices  as  financing  agencies  to 
various  corporations.  There  is  a  sharp 
contrast  and  distinction  between  invest- 
ment bankers  and  brokers,  altho  at 
present  we  will  define  investment 
bankers  as  any  one  who  does  financing 
Many  bankers  already  have  connections 
with  corporations  whom  they  have 
financed  for  years  For  example,  J  P 
Morgan  and  Company  have  certain  rail- 
roads When  a  corporation  needs  financ- 
ing it  usually  resorts  to  its  old  connection 
first  Often  we  find  that  the  investment 
bankers  have  one  or  more  men  of  their 
firm  on  the  board  of  the  company  so  that 
they  know  the  situation  constantly  and 
are  ready  when  new  funds  arc  needed 
After  the  corporation  has  decided  to 
finance,  investigations  are  made,  and  it 
has  to  be  decided  how  much  the  security 
is  going  to  sell  for,  whether  they  are 
going  to  issue  common  stock,  bonds  or 
preferred  stock,  whether  they  will  have  a 
convertible  feature  and  other  factors. 
Everything  is  arranged  at  that  stage 
from  the  point  of  view  of  the  corpora- 
tion which  needs  the  financing.  Of  course 
the  investment  banker  does  not  overlook 
his  commissions  The  commissions  vary 
according  to  the  reputation  of  the  issuing 
company,  the  present  state  of  the 
market,  the  type  of  security  issued,  etc. 


THE  investment  banker  buys  the  whole 
issue,  say  $1,000,000  of  bonds  and 
pays  the  corporation  for  them  at  once. 
The  bonds  are  sold  to  the  public  at  par 


By  LELAND  S.  ROSS 

With  these  bonds  that  are  to  be  offered 
at  par  are  two  separate  items ;  the 
amount  that  the  company  receives 
which,  let  us  say,  is  97  points,  and  the 
amount  which  the  banker  recei\'es  which 
is  T,  points  In  that  case  the  bankers  turn 
over  to  the  corporation  $970,000.  They 
are  through  with  the  Company  except 
as  they  intend  to  watch  over  their  for- 
tunes Then  the  bankers  have  a  new 
function  to  perform  They  have  to  in- 
duce investors  who  have  capital  to  take 
up  the  securities  which  they  own.  The 
bankers,  having  put  their  capital  into 
these  securities,  perform  a  service  which 
is  worth  something  to  investors  and  to 
the  corporations.  They  now  have  to  act 
in  an  advisory  capacity.  They  know 
more  about  that  company  than  any  in- 
vestor, or  than  the  ordinary  investor, 
and  it  is  up  to  them  to  pass  along  the  in- 
formation. Very  often  it  is  not  just  the 
fact  that  they  pass  along,  but  pieces  of 
advice  or  their  opinions  and  feelings.  It 
is  a  "puffing"  procedure  now  and  then 
However,  they  are  performing  a  legiti- 
mate function  that  is  absolutely  neces- 
sary. We  merely  want  to  point  out  their 
weaknesses.  They  are  representing  two 
people  on  different  sides  of  the  fence 
They  are  like  an  attorney  who  is  repre- 
senting both  the  plaintiff  and  the  de- 
fendant. This  is  not  permitted  in  law 
unless  the  representation  is  made  very 
clear  to  both  parties  In  the  case  of  the 
investment  bankers  this  is  made  very 
clear  but  it  is  something  that  the  average 
investor  rarely  considers.  We  hear  the 
terms  "underwriting"  and  "participa- 
tion" very  often  in  this  country,  but 
"underwriting"  does  not  mean  here 
what  it  means  in  England.  Underwrit- 
ing here  is  the  responsibility  assumed  by 
the  original  managers  of  the  financing 
syndicate  in  dealing  with  the  company. 
Participation  is  done  by  the  bankers  who 
agree  to  share  a  certain  part  of  the  liabil- 
ities of  carrying  and  selling  the  securities. 


THE  British  Companies  Act  gives 
tremendous  stability  to  the  entire 
security  market.  An  entirely  different  at- 
mosphere which  arises  from  the  very 
inception  of  the  issue,  surrounds  the 
methods  of  security  distribution  There 
are  many  more  corporations,  for  instance 
which  invite  public  subscriptions  directly 
for  their  shares  by  means  of  prospectus 
circulated  and  advertised  in  newspapers 
than  there  are  in  America.  It  is  probable, 
however,  that  the  American  practice  is 
trending  toward  the  English  as  has  been 
e\'idenced  in  recent  years  by  the  public 


ownership  campaigns  of  the  public  util  - 
ity  companies.  The  English  industries 
instead  of  being  guaranteed  necessary 
funds  by  an  outright  purchase  of  the 
company's  securities,  resort  to  another 
form  of  guarantee.  The  English  banker 
in  the  average  underwriting  transaction 
acts  like  a  professional  man  and  not  like 
a  merchandiser;  by  advising  as  to  the 
type  of  offering  which  should  prove  at- 
tractive to  the  investing  public,  and  then 
insuring  the  company  against  the  failure 
of  the  offering,  tor  which  service  he  is 
paid  a  commission.  The  corporation 
itself  offers  its  securities  for  subscription, 
the  underwriters,  in  return  for  a  commis- 
sion or  premium  agree  to  take  the  unsold 
portion  after  the  public  subscription 
books  are  closed.  The  amount  of  this 
commission  or  discount  is  disclosed  to 
the  public  and  also  the  amount  of  the 
issue  remaining  unsold  after  the  books 
have  been  closed.  It  is  obvious  that  such 
a  transaction  differs  materially  from  the 
American  transaction.  The  acid  test  of 
judgment,  which  is  applied  by  the 
bankers  to  securities  before  they  are 
offered  to  the  public,  is  uninfluenced  by 
the  knowledge  that  if  wrong  there  is  a 
sales  force  to  put  the  issue  over  English 
methods  have  made  unnecessary  the 
immense  overhead  of  a  sales  force  and 
the  cost  of  distribution  is  therefore  low. 
The  saving  has  been  passed  on  to  indus- 
try and  investors,  through  a  much 
smaller  underwriting  cost  than  prevails 
here.  London  can  distribute  securities 
with  more  certainty  and  lower  cost  than 
we  can  and  unless  we  fit  ourselves  to  dis- 
tribute more  cheaply,  England  will  con- 
tinue to  have  first  call  on  most  of  the 
attractive  new  issues  of  world  impor- 
tance 

▼       T       T 

ANOTHER  difference  between  English 
selling  methods  and  our  present 
methods  is  in  the  matter  ot  salesmen 
approaching  the  investors.  In  England 
the  security  salesman  as  we  know  him  is 
unknown.  Investment  bankers  have 
more  of  the  professional  attitude  and 
investors  are  more  in  the  habit  of  going 
to  them  for  advice.  Furthermore  there  is 
another  type  of  institution  in  England, 
the  solicitor  There  is  much  old  wealth 
in  England  running  for  generations  and 
these  solicitors  have  the  responsibility  of 
selecting  the  investments  and  managing 
these  estates  It  is  their  duty  to  determine 
the  securities  which  are  best  adapted  to 
the  needs  of  their  clients.  They  are  dis- 
interested from  the  commission  stand- 
point.  They  are  experts  who  combine 

Continued  on  page  49 


I 


I 


DECEMBER,  1<)28 


29 


Warming   Up 


The  Spirit 

of  Polo 
in  Bronze 


Hoo 


KING   Sticks 


The  Offside  Backhander 


These  amusing  polo  sketches  ren- 
dered in  bronze  by  Elsa  Knauth 
have  all  the  dash  and  the  vim  of 
the  actual  game  itself.  They  are 
meant  to  be  attached  to  fire  screens 
or  used  as  ivall  plaques. 


30 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


,,  Cruise 
the  Route  of  Romance 

to^aEWYORK 

THE  land  of  perpetual  spring  beckons  just  over  the  southern 
horizon  . . .  Gorgeous  tropical  flowers  are  blooming  . . .  Lazy 
surfs  lose  themselves  on  a  thousand  shores.  Verdant  mountain 
sides  race  up  from  fertile  valleys . . .  Coral-like  cities  bask  and 
dream  in  the  noon-day  sun  . . .  Over  all  is  the  color,  the  peace, 
the  irresistible  charm  of  the  tropics. 

Now  is  the  time  to  go.  The  chill  winds  of  winter  are  unknown 
in  lovely  Latin  America.  Commodious  Panama  Mail  liners 
intensify  the  delightful  transition.  Airy,  spacious  cabins — all  of 
them  outside — assure  home  comforts  and  conveniences  in  eleven 
ports  in  seven  foreign  lands  between  San  Francisco  and  New 
York.  Absorbing  days  ashore  spent  in  the  dim  aisles  of  musty 
cathedrals  or  in  the  enchanting  tropic  outdoors,  end  aboard 
ship  where  splendid  orchestras  wait  to  entertain  during  dinner 
or  beguile  to  dance  or  lounge. 

If  vou  would  see  Mexico,  Guatemala,  Salvador,  Nicaragua;  if 
yoii  would  linger  two  days  in  the  Canal  zone  and  sail  on  under 
the  Southern  Cross  to  Colombia  in  South  America— if  you  would 
know  Havana  and  the  joy  of  arriving  at  New  York  from  the  Sea, 
there  is  onlv  one  way  to  go — the  cosmopolitan  Panama  Mail  way 
—  the  choice  of  experienced  travelers  the  world  over. 
Write  now  for  reservations.  Sailings  from  San  Francisco  and  Los 
Angeles  every  two  Mceks.  First  class  fare  to  New  York,  famous 
meals  and  Simmons  beds — not  berths— included,  as  low  as  $250. 

STEAMSHIP  COMPANY 


2  Pine  Street 
SAN  FRANCISCO 


54«  S.  Spring  Street 
LOS   ANGELES 


East  Bay  Miscellany 

Cont  inued  from  page  1  7 

MADELINE  BOGGS 
(Telephone  Operator) 

There   were   conversations  I  overheard 

In  the  seven  years  I  watched  the  switch- 
board 

That  would  have  made  rich  men  poor 

And  poor  men  rich; 

That  would  have  made  widows  of 
wives 

And  bastards  of  children. 

1  kept  the  secrets  of  the  Bay  Region 

And  went  my  way,  ignored  by  all — 

A  middle-aged  and  rather  stout  woman. 

There  is  the  silence  of  the  Sphinx 

Strange  and  inscrutable; 

There  is  the  silence  of  the  trees  and  sky 

Vast  and  illimitable; 

But  the  silence  of  the  telephone  operator 

Is  greater  than  all. 

HENRY  EDMONDS 
When  I  grew  tired  of  earnest  men, 
Zealous  Rotarians,  Lions,  Kiwanians, 
Who,  with  rolling  cigars  and  stomachs 

distended, 
Decided  my  fate,  when  with  eloquence 

spent, 
I  awaited  their  verdict  as  to  whether  or 

not 
They  would   float  the  bond  issue  and 

pave  the  street, 
If  I  sought  surcease  in  the  home 
Of  some  woman  who,  with  a  flair  for 

art 
And  mixing  highballs,  had  power  to 

charm 
And  beguile  the  hours,  was  I  less  fit 
To  return  to  Laura  when  night  came  on 
And  take  my  place  at  the  head  of  our 

board — 
A  model  husband  and  father? 
Citizens  of  the  Bay  Region,  I  ask  you 

LIONEL  VAUX 
Out  of  a  multitude  of  enterprises 
I  should  have  emerged  well-to-do 
Had  even  one  of  them  prospered, 
But  they  did  not,  for  reasons  unknown. 
First  came  the  garage  on  Powell  Street 
With  Gordon  Smeed — we  lost  it  soon; 
Then  the  patent  gear  grease  with  Peter 

Shannon 
(Idealist  that  he  was!) 
Then  countless  others,  each  more  alluring 
Than  the  one  before. 
But  dying  all,  in  the  throes  of  birth. 
While  I  grew  older  and  somewhat  bitter 
Not  for  myself  but  for  little  Hazel, 
Who  had  held  up  my  hands  and 

heartened  me. 
And  I  sought  forgetfulness  more  and 

more 
With  wine  and  song  and  my  battered 

fiddle 
Till  "Ay  Bane  Swede  from  Nort' 

Dakota" 
Became  the  song  of  my  soul 
And  I  ceased  to  struggle. 


DECEMBER,  1928 


31 


Concerning  Bridge 

A  Discussion  of  Bridge  Conventions  and  Mathematics 

By  PAUL  W.  BLACK 


EVERY  year  tlie  game  of  bridge  is 
being  played  more  scientifically. 
FroriT  the  standpoint  of  correct 
bidding  there  are  several  good  systems 
of  estimating  the  trick  taking  power  of 
a  hand  to  make  a  bid  or  to  assist  the 
partner.  All  ot  these  systems  arrive  at 
approximately  the  same  final  estimate 
within  a  half  a  trick  or  a  whole  trick  of 
each  other. 

The  quick  trick  system  has  many  good 
features  A  quick  trick  is  a  high  card  or 
combination  of  high  cards  that  make 
possible  the  taking  of  a  trick  on  the  first 
or  second,  and  sometimes  the  third, 
round  of  play  of  that  suit  A  whole 
quick  trick  may  be  illustrated  by  an  ace 
or  a  king-queen  combination 

Due  to  the  promotional  power  of 
high  cards  for  the  low  cards  in  long  suits 
in  the  hand  of  the  bidder  roughly  double 
the  quick  trick  count  of  the  hand  and  you 
will  arrive  at  the  number  of  tricks  the 
hand  will  take  if  you  get  the  contract. 

It  is  conventionally  recognized  that 
opening  bids  first,  second,  third  and 
fourth  hand,  when  opened  with  a  bid  of 
one  in  a  suit  or  no  trump,  are  indications 
of  quick  trick  holdings  with  minimum 
probable  playing  tricks  in  each  case  as 
follows ;  first  or  second  hand  two  quick 
tricks,  third  hand  two  and  one-half 
quick  tricks,  and  fourth  hand  three  quick 
tricks  if  the  bid  is  in  a  suit  of  five  cards 
or  no  trump,  and  the  double  valuation 
would  give  respectively,  four,  five  and 
six  playing  tricks. 

For  an   opening   bid   in   the   various 


positions  wc  want  to  know  from  a 
mathematical  standpoint  how  many 
tricks  are  expected  from  the  partner  If 
four  playing  tricks  arc  held  for  a  con- 
ventional opening  bid  by  first  or  second 
hand  it  suggests  that  three  tricks  would 


be  expected  from  the  partner  to  make 
the  contract  Likewise  expectancy  for  a 
third  hand  opening  bid  would  be  two 
probable  tricks,  and  for  fourth  hand 
opening  bids  of  one  in  a  suit  or  no  trump 
one  trick  would  be  expectancy  If  a  part- 
ner of  an  opening  one  bidder  holds 
probable  playing  tricks  in  excess  of  these 
expectancies,  respectively  he  may  raise 
the  bid  as  many  times  as  he  has  probable 
tricks  in  excess 

A  sound  and  conventional  way  of 
estimating  the  trick  taking  power  of  the 
assisting  hand  for  a  declaration  by  part- 
ner in  a  suit  is  to  take  the  quick  tricks 
above  queens  in  suits  other  than  the  one 
partner  had  hid  and  double  these  quick 
tricks.  If  opponents  have  bid  any  suits 
do  not  double  the  quick  tricks  in  their 
suits.  To  this  total  add  for  short  or  blank 
suits  the  following-,  blank  suits,  2}/2, 
singleton  suits,  i  j/^,  suits  of  two  cards, 
3/^,  provided  the  hand  has  normal  length 


or  strength  in  partner's  suit.  Normal 
length  is  three  cards  Normal  strength  if 
less  than  three  cards  is  ace  and  a  small 
card,  a  king  and  a  small  card,  or  a  queen 
and  a  small  card  If  the  hand  contains 
tour  or  more  cards  in  partner's  suit  add  a 
count  of  one  for  the  excess  length  A 
count  of  one  may  be  added  for  each  of 
the  top  three  honors  in  partner's  suit,  but 
if  honor  count  is  taken  do  not  add  a 
count  for  excess,  or  length  of  four  or 
more  in  trumps. 

When  bidding  suits  opening  in  any 
position  with  a  one  bid  and  the  suit  is 
one  of  four  cards  add  one  half  a  quick 
trick  to  the  minimum  conventional 
standards  given  above  because  four  card 
suits  offer  one  card  less  in  length  for  pro- 
motion than  five  card  suits  and  the  added 
quick  trick  strength  is  needed  to  make  up 
the  probable  playing  tricks.  A  slight 
shading  of  the  minimums  may  safely  be 
made  third  or  fourth  hand  at  times  if 
one  is  a  good  player  but  it  should  not  be 
more  than  a  half  a  quick  trick  and  better 
if  shaded  no  more  than  a  quarter  of  a 
quick  trick. 

For  convenience  of  reference  the  fol- 
lowing table  of  quick  trick  count  is  sub- 
mitted. 

A 1  quick  trick 

K-Q 1 

K-x H 

Q-J-x 

Q-x-x 

K-J-io 

Continued  on  page  38 


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style 


performance comfort in  th< 


New  STUDEBAKER  President  Eightl 


Studebaker's  exclusive 
ball  bearing  spring 
shackles  gives  greatest 
comfort . 


T    T    T 


Van  Ness  Avenue  at 
Bush  Street 


The  President  proved 
its  durability  and  per- 
formance by  traveling 
30,000  miles  in  26,326 
minutes. 

T    T    T 

Weaver-Wells  Company 
Oakland 


CHESTER  N.  WEAVER  CO. 


DISTRIBUTORS 


32 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


\^    RAPHAEL  WEILL  8  COMPANY/  f,,        ■ 

\  ^r^\<^'~    r  wo/\\  4 

\No^VItCanB^T(^^la^V.I 


Grim  haven 


WHO  minds  being  tempted  to  give 
and  give  .  .  and  buy  and  buy 
v\hcn  Christmas  is  the  year's  one  excuse 
for  a  mad  and  thoroughly  unreasonable 
orgy  of  giving  .  there's  the  whole  rest 
of  the  year  in  which  to  be  sane ! 


^.C\ 


THE  old  excuse  about  men's  gifts 
being  so  hard  to  find  is  out  ot 
fashion  this  year  Selections  are  so  com- 
plete in  the  men's  shop  that  the  only 
problem  is  to  make  a  choice  from  the 
great  variety.  House  robes  have  never 
been  more  attractive  .  .  a  superbly  tai- 
lored robe  of  long,  fitted  lines  will  be 
monogrammed  in  any  initial  you  wish  .  . 
a  three  piece  set  composed  ol  terry  cloth 
robe,  slippers  and  bath  mat  will  rouse 
the  enthusiasm  ot  any  man  who  loves 
his  creature  comlorts  (and  what  man 
doesn't')  initialed  handkerchiefs  of  pure 
Irish  linen  .  .  imported  riding  crops  .  . 
good  looking  umbrellas  are  just  several 
of  many  suggestions. 


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Ik^ 


IN  THE  corner  between  the  men's  shop 
and  main  building  an  inviting  little 
smoke  shop  has  just  been  established.  It 
is  brimful  of  genuinely  masculine 
smoking  accessories  .  .  the  type  of  thing 
men  always  choose  for  themselves.  A 
special  collection  ot  pipes  includes 
French  briars  .  Peterson  pipes  from  Ire- 
land Prince  of  Wales  type  .  .  Silver 
Sleeves  with  inner  aluminum  tubes  .  . 
Meerschaums,  and  every  other  type 
known  to  the  pipe  smoker.  Then  there 
are  Ronson,  Douglas  and  Clark  lighters 
covered  with  genuine  leather  or  snake 
skins  .  .  smart  pressed  glass  cigarette 
trays  and  boxes  with  etched  designs  .  . 
even  novelty  lighters  that  play  a  bit  of 
music  while  the  smoker  lights  up. 


WHEN  in  doubt  give  a  motorist's 
de  luxe  edition  of  the  ideal  bev- 
erage set  consisting  of  a  hand  sewn  cow- 
hide case  fitted  with  every  necessity  for 
assuaging  thirst  (with  the  exception  of 
the  beverage  itself).  Four  generously 
sized  cups  and  a  shaker  equipped  with 
fruit  juice  strainer  are  all  ot  gleaming 
triple  plate.  For  the  liquid  refreshment 
there  are  four  clear  glass  containers. 
"Just  a  little  different"  is  a  smooth  cow- 
hide binocular  set  containing  all  the 
equipment  for  proper  liquidation  ot  pic- 
nic party  or  motoring  trip. 


WHAT  may  seem  frivolous  trifles 
to  the  masculine  mind  are  ob- 
jects of  tremendous  concern  to  fashion- 
able feminines.  A  ravishing  pajama  set 
of  dreamy  lotus  pink  satin  banded  with 
deep  point  d'Alencon  has  universal 
feminine  appeal  (yes,  this  is  a  hint,  for 
the  sake  of  all  beauty  loving  women 
blessed  with  lovable  but  blundering  hus- 
bands, sweethearts,  brothers  and  boy 
friends).  Furthermore,  we  are  going  to 
give  a  definite  list  ot  guaranteed-to- 
please  feminine  gifts  for  those  men  who 
approach  the  problem  of  women's  gifts 
with  foreboding  and  alarm. 


FRENCH  lingerie,  of  course,  comes  way 
at  the  top.  Exquisitely  hand  made 
bits  of  daintiness  with  lavish  lace  trim- 
ming. One  complete  set  has  a  gown  with 
a  hand  hemstitched  hem  .  .  Imported 
perfumes  come  next  (but  be  certain  to 
find  out  her  favorite)  .  .  satin  mules  .  . 
evening  bags  .  .  needlepoint  footstools 
.  .  boudoir  slipper  chairs  .  .  objects  ot 
art.  And  if  you  take  no  chances  what- 
soever there  is  always  a  White  House 
gift  order ! 


ADVERTISEMENT 


(Continued  from  page  9 

must.  Pucker  up  your  brows  a  bit  about 
some  of  the  things;  I  dare  not  think 
about  them. 

Not  once  has  Taskcr  descended  to 
pointing  out  reforms  He  has  shown  the 
whole  picture,  nothing  more;  it  isn't  a 
reforming  book,  and  Tasker  isn't  a  re- 
forming man.  Rather,  he  isn't  a  re- 
former. As  to  the  rest :  "I  was  an  ass,"  he 
says;  "and  that's  over  now." 

There  again  he  is  unique ;  he  is,  so  far 
as  I  have  ever  been  able  to  discover,  the 
only  guilty  man  in  San  Quentin  He 
admits  it,  although  he  does  not  add  that 
his  sentence — from  five  years  to  life — is 
exhorbitant. 

Here,  briefly,  is  his  story — his  own. 
Robert  Joyce  Tasker  was  born  in  Albee, 
South  Dakota,  in  1903.  Excellent  educa- 
tion. A  fine-looking  man,  even  in  prison 
uniform  of  columbia-blue.  Tall,  bright- 
eyed,  quick  in  gesture  and  words;  mobile 
lips;  he  looks  very  much  like  William 
Ellery  Leonard  did  in  1912  at  Wisconsin. 
He  is  in  jail  for  having  held  up  various 
and  sundry  restaurants  and  dance-halls 
in  Oakland  I  never  asked  him  why  he 
did  it ;  I  don't  know.  Probably  he  needed 
the  money.  And  he  used  an  empty  gun! 
But — even  empty — the  gun  was  con- 
sidered by  some  mallet-headed  J.  P.  as  a 
"deadly  weapon"  and  he  was  so  charged  j 
.  .  .  found  guilty  .  .  .  sentenced. 

Under  our  indeterminate  sentence 
law,  he  still  has  a  year  to  serve  before  he 
will  learn  exactly  how  long  he  may  stay 
in  jail.  It  may  be  for  years,  and  it  may  be 
forever. 

Unless  there   is   a   change   in   policy, 
"Grimhaven"  will   be  the   last  oppor- 
tunity any  prisoner  has  for  self-expres- 
sion. It  is  now  contrary  to  "policy"  for 
prisoners  to  sell  manuscripts.  "If,"  the  | 
statement  has  been  made,  "we  permit  a 
man  who  writes  to  sell  his  merchandise" 
— I  still  have  my  notes,  and  the  word  is  j 
just  that — "it  will  only  be  a  step  to  car- 
penters wanting  to  make  and  sell  desks."  i 
When  it  was  pointed  out  that  female  j 
prisoners  may  make  towels  and  doiles 
and  tablecloths     .  .  well,  that  is  differ- 
ent. So  tar,  we  do  not  know  why,  except  i 
that  possibly  women  and  children  come  | 
first 

The  first  step  in  the  present  ban  un- 
doubtedly was  the  discontinuing  of  the 
prison  class  in  writing  for  no  sufficient 
reason.  It  was  through  it  that  I  met 
Tasker  ;  he  submitted  several  manuscripts  I 
which  had  a  deal  ot  promise.  I  said  so  to 
him  "His  comment,"  Tasker  writes  in 
"Grimhaven,"  "gave  me  grim  satis- 
faction. The  very  sketch  which  the  i 
English  instructor  and  defender  of  the 
American  Magazine  had  condemned,  he 
marked  as  being  the  best  of  the  lot.  .  . 

"Grimhaven,  "at  first,    was    written  | 
everywhere,  anywhere,  but  Tasker  was  ' 


DECEMBER,  1928 


33 


.It  last  ^ivcn  peace  to  write  in  a  cell  hy 
himsclt  alter  his  day's  work  was  over, 
naturally. 

"The  celUtcnJer  s-i^'i^  the  cheerful  in- 
tormation  that  the  man  who  had  vacated 
the  cell  had  done  so  because  of  knife 
wounds  he  had  received  the  night  before 
The  nerves  in  his  neck  were  severed  and 
he  would  be  torevcr  paralyzed  ...  1 
looked  on  the  pillow  lor  bloodstains.  .  . 

"So  now  1  sit  down  and  write  of  what 
1  see. 

«    »    i 

HERE  is  a  picture  ot  the  cell ;  a  stool, 
a  deal  table,  a  broom,  a  bunk, 
three  blankets,  a  tew  tattered  books,  a 
sack  of  tobacco,  all  within  four  feet  by 
seven  and  one-half.  While  "Grim- 
haven"  is  not  bitter,  between  the  lines 
one  may  see  the  moments  of  pain  which 
have  been  the  author's.  Revolt  at  the 
cell.  At  life. 

"Grimhaven"  is  the  story  of  men 
in  prison  Taskcr  might  as  well  have 
said,  "Here  we  are.  A  lot  of  crooks. 
Murderers,  thieves,  check  passers.  Yet 
we  are  alive.  We  live  this  way  because 
we  must.  Here  we  are.  Take  a  look  at 
us."  Not  once  does  he  step  himself  above 
the  companions  he  is  imprisoned  with. 
In  this,  as  in  everything  else,  "Grim- 
haven"  is  an  honest  book  Only  a 
fundamentally  honest  man,  and  an 
honest  craftsman,  could  have  written  it. 

As  to  the  title;  "grim"  the  prison  is; 
"haven"  it  is  not,  save  to  those  few  men 
who,  without  assistance,  find  a  place  in 
which  to  readjust,  to  reconsider,  and 
then  to  leave  better  able  to  fit  into  the 
mesh  of  society. 


The  Opportunist 

C^onnnucd   lri>m  pagti  12 

She  stood  quite  still  and  drew  another 
dead  flower  from  its  place.  Then  slowly, 
very  slowly,  she  walked  back  and  threw 
herself  upon  the  divan  again  .  . 

What  was  Lemoyne  planning?  Would 
they  speed  south  from  San  Francisco  to 
perpetual  summer  and  orange  groves, 
or — 

She  looked  toward  her  husband.  The 
yellow  light  searched  out  his  heavy, 
paunch-like  jowls,  the  roll  of  fat  just 
above  the  collar  line,  his  thick  lower  lip, 
dropped  in  torpid  attention  as  he  de- 
voured his  evening  paper. 


And  to  think  that  this  might  have 
_jC\_  been  their  last  evening  together, 
when,  as  a  matter  of  course,  it  was 
merely  one  of  many  evenings  that  would 
stretch  out  interminably — many  evenings 
devoted  to  the  newspaper  and  his  wife  — 
yes,  his  wife  curled  demurely  among  the 
cushions  of  her  divan,  with  the  halt- 
closed  eyes  of  a  passively  alert  cat. 


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Because  of  its  gaiety,  its 
youthfulness,  its  cloud  of 
crisp  tulle  flares,  its  delicate 
colorings,  we  suggest  the 
boulTant  dance  frock  for  holi- 
day testivities. 


Paris  has  decreed  that  only  the  young  girl,  slim  and  supple 
as  a  shining  sword,  should  wear  the  bouffant  silhouette. 
Seldom  does  it  find  a  happier  interpretation  than  in  a  dance 
frock  with  quaint  Princess  bodice,  tiers  upon  tiers  of  floating 
rufHes  and  a  slim  belt  which  exists  to  hold  a  sparkling  buckle. 


CITY  OF  PARIS 


Qoivn  Salon 


34 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


J. 


T.  Saunders  writes: 

The  beauty  and  grace  of  the  S.  S.  Malolo, 
with  its  splendid  appointments,  comfortable 
accommodations  and  riding  qualities; 

The  charm  and  picturesque  setting  of  the 
Royal  Hawaiian  Hotel,  with  its  unique  ser- 
vice; 

The  endless  variety  and  beautiful  vistas 
coupled  with  the  hospitality  and  charm  of  its 
people,  make  the  trip  to  the  Hawaiian  Islands 
most  fascinating  and  delightful. 


Freight  Traffic  Manager  of  the  Southern  Pacific. 

People  who  know,  book  on  the  Malolo  to  Hawaii.  Among  your 
fellow-travelers  on  the  four-day  voyage  are  persons  of  social  and 
professional  prominence  who  take  this  magnificent  new  ship  because 
it  is  the  smart  way  to  go.  The  Malolo  gives  you  all  the  delightful 
luxuries  and  grateful  comforts  that  newness  and  size  alone  can  pro- 
vide Let  it  come  as  a  pleasing  afterthought  that  the  cost  is  most 
moderate 

One  or  more  Matson  Liners  sail  from  San  Francisco  every  week 
— the  Malolo  sails  on  alternate  Saturdays. 


Matson  Line 

Hawaii  •  South  Seas  •  Australia 

GENERAL    OFFICES:     2I5     MARKET     STREET,     SAN     FRANCISCO 

also    PORTLAND    •    SEATTLE    •    LOS    ANGELES    •    DALLAS 

CHICAGO    •    NEW    YORK 


Transients 


Continued  from  page  18 

English;  she  married  a  Russian;  bur, 
being  a  diplomat,  she  converses  in 
French 

I    I    i 

PRINCESS  Metchabelli  has  been 
wealthy  and  she  has  been  poor.  She 
has  smoked  "Batscharis"  and  dropped 
to  "Luckies."  Now  she  is  wealthy  again 
and  smokes  both 

Sometimes  she  regrets  that  the  actors 
and  actresses  of  this  country  tread  the 
stage  with  insufficient  training.  She 
abhors  poor  vocalization  and  immature 
reading  of  lines  But  withal  she  respects 
the  American  Theater  more  than  any 
other. 

To  its  mandates  of  type  she  has  ac- 
quiesced. No  longer  does  she  visualize 
herself  in  roles  other  than  those  demand- 
ing the  exact  physical  appearance  and 
expression  which  she  offers  From  a 
scant  knowledge  of  the  history  of  Cali- 
fornia, she  believes  that  she  might  em- 
body some  of  the  well  known  characters 
of  the  past,  should  they  be  dramatized. 

That  Maria  Carmi  has  become  resigned 
to  being  a  domesticated,  albeit  charm- 
ing, Princess  is  remarkable  That  she  has 
resigned  herself  to  the  pundits  ot  type  on 
the  stage  is  also  interesting.  But  how 
much  more  extraordinary  is  the  fact 
that  for  years' this  most, vivacious  and 
chatty  woman  washable  nightly* to  re- 
main perfectly  immobile  for  two  hours 
as  the  Madonna  in  "The  Miracle." 

■n    \    \ 

Across  the  Pacific 

Continued  from  page  2b 

could  eat  it  and  take  the  journey  on  the 
following  day ! 

Our  temperament  is  hurry — his  is 
waiting.  Time  is  of  the  essence  with  us 
— patience  is  a  virtue  with  him.  How 
often  I  have  heard  American  business 
men  out  there  say  "The  Chinaman  can 
wait,  but  we  can't.  We've  got  to  do 
business  in  a  hurry  and  get  out,  that's 
why  the  Chinaman  can  beat  us."  The 
Chinaman  buys  our  oil  lamps  but  not 
our  watches.  He  doesn't  count  time  by 
the  minutes  or  hours,  but  by  moons  and 
seasons 

This  fact  of  temperamental  differences 
plants  a  vast  barrier  between  East  and 
West — between  the  two  sides  of  the  Pa- 
cific, Emotionally  self-centered  people 
in  this  narrowing  world  of  inter-travel 
are  finding  it  increasingly  difficult  to  live 
without  emotional  eruptions.  The  tele- 
scoping of  population  and  the  iron-belt- 
ing of  continents  force  us  to  live  and 
move  in  crowds  often  made  up  of  varied 
race  traditions.  Serious  economic  and 
political  blunders  are  committed  on  both 
sides  of  the  great  Pacific  because  we  do 
not  grasp  each  other's  racial  point  of 
view. 


I 


DECEMBER,  1928 


35 


Check 
your  car 


to  Del  Monte 

t  Go  the  restful  way. — hy  train.  11 
Avoid  the  crowded  highways.  J[ 

You  can  check  your  car 
just  as  you  do  your  trunk. 
Drive  your  car  to  3rd  St. 
Station  by  lialf  an  hour 
before  the  "Del  Monte" 
leaves  and  turn  it  over  to 
the  Baggage  Master. 

$12  Per  Car 

Down  the  Peninsula — no 
heavy  traffic  to  fight,  no  de- 
lays—the fast  "Del  Monte" 
speeds  you  in  restful  com- 
fort. The  "Del  Monte" 
leaves  San  Francisco  (3rd 
St.)  3:00  p.  m.  arrives  Del 
Monte  6:20  p.m. 

Its  schedule  and  equip- 
ment make  it  a  favorite  with 
the  experienced  travelers  to 
Del  Monte  and  Monterey. 

Southern 
PaciMc 

F.  S.  McGINNIS 

Pass.  Tragic  Mgr. 

San  Francisco 


Clarence  Mattel 

flonlinued  from  page  21 

indolent  longings  for  sunshine  and 
warmth.  With  enviable  success  within 
his  grasp,  he  relaxed  his  hold  on  the 
career  that  was  his  in  the  East  and  re- 
turned to  California. 

His  return  to  his  father's  home  at 
Mattel's  Tavern  was  not  for  a  mere 
visit.  He  had  learned  that  in  the  lazily 
beautiful  valley  of  Los  Olivas  near 
Santa  Barbara  lay  happiness  and  peace. 
So  he  established  a  studio  in  his  boyhood 
home  and  worked  happily,  forgetfully. 
And,  having  turned  his  back  on  the  op- 
portunities of  the  East,  he  found  fresh 
opportunities  knocking  on  his  California 
door.  Interesting  people  came  to  the  Tav- 
ern. Prominent  people  fromSan  Francisco 
and  other  Western  cities  came  to  be  paint- 
ed. Travelers  from  New  York  and  abroad 
stopped  at  his  studio  and  sat  for  portraits. 

Mattei  made  trips  to  Paris  and  New 
York  from  time  to  time,  but  never  for 
long.  The  end  of  each  journey  has  been 
his  studio  in  the  quaint  tavern  in  the 
verdant  Los  Olivas  Valley. 

CLARENCE  M.^TTEi's  wotk  is  often 
brusque  and  direct.  Even  in  the 
portrait  of  his  father  playing  cards  with 
an  old  crony,  the  picture  that  is  repro- 
duced here,  Mattei  has  not  allowed  him- 
self to  become  sentimental.  There  is  a 
measure  of  sentiment  in  the  environ- 
ment in  which  he  has  enveloped  the  two 
friends  as  they  sit  at  the  familiar  table  in 
the  Tavern,  but  other  than  that  the  artist 
has  been  severely  faithtul  to  actualities. 

The  portraits  of  Mrs.  Herman  Dur- 
yea,  J.  Pierpont  Morgan,  Miss  Marion 
HoUins  and  Josef  Hoffman  are  among 
the  outstanding  canvases  by  Mattei.  His 
studies  of  men  are  particularly  good, 
especially  those  of  E  Palmer  Gavit  of 
Santa  Barbara.  His  black  and  white 
drawings  ot  William  Lcib,  Clark  Bur- 
gard  and  Lewis  E.  Hanchett  of  San 
Francisco  are  also  keenly  analytical. 

Mattei  has  never  married  but  this  fact 
can  not  be  attributed  to  any  lack  of  in- 
terest in  women.  He  has  painted  them 
charmingly  and  it  is  not  too  bold  to  sur- 
mise that  the  vibrant  e.xpression  caught 
by  his  brush  may  have  originated  in  the 
lovely  sitter's  response  to  the  artist's 
graceful  gallantry. 

Mattei  paints  women  from  a  very 
modern  point  of  view.  He  portrays  the 
strength  and  resourcefulness  characteris- 
tic of  the  finer  type  of  women  today.  His 
portrayal  ot  cultured  poise  is  shown  in 
the  portrait  of  Mrs.  John  Drum  Other 
interesting  portraits  are  those  ot  Miss 
Geraldine  Graham,  Mrs.  Dabncy,  Mrs. 
Park  Burgard,  Mrs.  Charles  BIyth  and 
Mrs.  Lawrence. 

It  is  entirely  to  the  credit  of  California 
that  her  charm  has  drawn  unto  herself 
and  kept  this  man  whose  personality  and 
work  both  justify  the  name  of  artist. 


Now 


the 


S.S.Virginia 

comes  to  join  the  famous  S.S.  California 
in  the  California-New  York  service  of 
the  Panama  Pacific  Line,  via  Panama 
Canal  and  Havana. 

^Maiden  'voyage  from 

San  Francisco  December  29 

Los  Angeles  December  31 

Modern  ocean  transportation  has  no 
finer  example  than  this  new  liner— the 
S.S.  Virginia.  She  and  her  sister  ship,  the 
California,  are  the  largest  steamers  ever 
built  under  the  American  flag. 

Her  interiors  of  early  American  inspira- 
tion reflect  a  quiet  charm.  All  her  state- 
rooms are  outside— over  lOo  with  private 
bath.  The  outdoor  life  on  board  is  made 
particularly  fascinating.  Broad,  beautiful 
decks  for  promenading,  deck  golf,  tennis 
and  shuffle  board.  A  swim  in  tropical 
sunshine  can  be  enjoyed  in  either  of  two 
built-in,  open-air,  deck  swimming  pools. 
The  fascination  of  dancing  under  clear 
moonlit  skies,  in  an  outdoor  ballroom. 
And  a  most  intriguing  spot  is  a  garden 
cafe  where  the  delights  of  a  Panama 
Pacific  cuisine  are  doubly  appreciated. 

The  S.  S.  Virginia  will  operate  with  the 
California  and  the  popular  Mongolia  in 
a  fortnightly  service  to  New  York.  A 
sailing  every  other  Saturday  from  San 
Francisco.  Every  other  Monday  from 
Los  Angeles.  Accommodations  for  First 
Cabin  and  Tourist  passengers.  Send  for 
beautifully  illustrated  book,  "The  New 
Great  American  Fleet." 

Panama  Pacific  Line 

International  Mercantile  Marine  Company 

460  Market  Street,  San  Francisco 
715  West  Seventh  Street,  Los  Angeles 

or  your  local  steamship  or  railroad  agent 


36 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


AS   SEEM 

^  HER 


WHAT  are  we  co  give,  and 
what  are  we  to  get?  1  f  only 
there  were  a  Santa  Clans! 
His  mortal  representative  is  at  The 
White  House  to  help  us.  By  phoning  the 
Shopping  Department,  he  will  call  tor  a 
list,  make  discriminating  selections,  sub- 
mit them  tor  appro\'al,  then  send  them 
wherc\'er  and  whenever  desired,  wrapped 
fancituUy  with  all  the  gala  trimmings  of 
the  season.  Salespeople  have  always  pre- 
ferred men  customers,  because  they 
never  come  into  a  store  without  making 
a  purchase.  Now  they  don't  ha\'e  to 
come  into  the  store  at  all.  Neither  do  we 
for  that  matter,  but  we  love  to ! 


Since  the  war,  a  dollar  has  seemed 
merely  "small  change,"  but  now  it  has 
actual  purchasing  power  again  at  H. 
Liebes  &  Co.  Tables  are  covered  with 
traveling  novelties,  golf  accessories, 
ornaments,  and  all  sorts  of  novelties  that 
look  triple  the  price.  There  are  also  pot- 
tery banks,  in  case  you  know  anyone 
who  is  able  to  save  money.  Fitted  suit 
cases  are  really  a  marvelous  present  (not 
for  a  dollar)  and  the  toilet  articles  are 
nice  enough  to  use  on  our  dressing  table 
at  home.  The  leather  of  the  Liebes  cases 
have  all  the  latest  wrinkles! 

T      ▼      T 

HOW  we  would  love  to  receive  a 
bracelet  from  Abler  or  one  of  the 
tiny  diamond  wrist  watches  that  seem 
too  small  to  run,  but  aren't.  However, 


if  it  doesn't  seem  likely  to  occur  in  our 
particular  stocking,  ample  consolation 
may  be  found  right  across  the  street  from 
Abler,  at  Miss  Clayes',  where  there  are 
less  expensive  but  awfully  nice  bracelets, 
rings  and  chokers. 


Miss  Clayes'  charming  gift  objects 
are  useful  things,  made  with  beautiful 
fabrics  from  the  Orient.  They  combine 
the  artistry  of  the  East  and  the  practica- 
bility of  the  West.  Her  artificial  fruits 
and  flowers  are  lovely,  and  do  not  im- 
press one  as  being  mere  money  saving 
substitutes  for  nature's  originals. 

Nothing  is  nicer  than  a  new  fur  coat. 

At  one  time,  fur  coats  were  bulky  things 

built  to  last  forever,  but  now  they  are 

slick  graceful  garments  with  style,  and 

style  changes.  Gassner's  have  all  kinds, 

for  sport,   for  street  wear,   and  for  the 

evening. 

T    ▼    ▼ 

UNDER  the  sport  and  day  time  coats, 
peasant  dresses  are  extremely  at- 
tractive. They  are  youthful  and  flattering 


We  are  being  very  selfish,  as  usual, 
and  have  nearly  forgotten  about  Him, 
but'it  is  really  no  great  problem  if  D.  C. 
Heger  assists  with' His  haberdashery.  It 
is  such  a  comfort  to  go  into  a  quiet  spe- 
cialty shop,  where  all  the  ties  are  in  good 
taste,  and  the  selection  does  not  necessi- 
tate wading  through  tiers  of  revolting 
color  and  design.  The  Heger  belts  and 
suspenders  will  please  any  man.  Just  find 
out  his  favorite  method  of  trouser  sus- 
pension, and  Heger  will  supply  the  im- 
plement. 

An  etching  is  a  flattering  gift.  It 
ji~\.  suggests  that  the  recipient  is  ap- 
preciative  of  the   finer   things   of  life. 


and  are  made  in  many  colors  and  ma- 
terials. The  vivid  smocking  is  unique 
and  inimitable. 


Gelber-Lilienthal  have  a  particularly 
good  selection  of  old  ones  and  new  ones. 
Color  prints  of  sporting  scenes  are  nice, 
and  so  are  old  figures  of  quaint  people. 
Dog  etchings  are  particularly  popular 
now,  and  there  is  a  variety  of  them 
this  year. 

Yes,  it  is  easy  to  shop,  but  the  bills  are 
bound  to  come!  Bills,  bills,  bills,  and 
much  larger  than  we  anticipated !  What 
chance  has  the  poor  house  of  being 
painted?  We  would  love  to  have  Ze- 
linsky  redecorate,  giving  his  usual  lovely 
tones  to  the  walls  and  ceilings.  The  out- 
side stucco  should  be  painted,  too.  Oh, 
well,  maybe  we'll  receive  a  nice  fat 
check.  Who  knows?  Maybe  there  is  a 
Santa  Claus  after  all.  .  .  . 


Keady  for'  Christmas 
All  Departments 

Watches 

Diamonds 

Gold  Jewelry 


SHREVE.TREAT  & 

EACRET 


ONE-THREE-SIX   GEARY   STREET 


Our'  Assortments 

id 

Now  Complete 

Silverware 

Leather  Goods 

Stationery 


DECEMBER,  1928 


37 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 

CnntinucJ  from  pajjc  11 

even  Little  Italy  in  these  too  standardized 
days  tails  trom  its  old,  picturesque  ways. 

To  all  of  this  our  companion  listens 
with  rapt  attention.  Suddenly  he  halts  as 
if  struck  by  a  great  thought.  We  follow 
his  gaze  across  the  street,  but  only  to  see 
a  building  which  has  known  better  days. 
"Old  colored  glass  beer  windows," 
murmurs  our  friend  "To  think  they've 
left  'em  up  In  Chicago  the  W.  C  T.  U. 
had  'em  all  taken  down." 

His  tones  were  reverent;  his  manner 
awed.  For  us  Little  Italy  takes  on  new 
glory,  Qoldcn  State  Brciv,  Old  Crow 
Whisky,  The  Beer  That  Made  Mil- 
tvaukee  Famous!  Funny  we  never  before 
noticed  how  many  of  these  old  stained 
glass  saloon  windows  there  are  about 
town  to  preserve  magic  names  and 
memories  of  other  days.  We  brush  away 
our  tears  and  take  heart  In  comparison 
with  other  places  (miscalled  cities)  San 
Francisco  is  an  incomparably  delightful 
place  in  which  to  live. 
▼    ▼    ▼ 

WHILE  we  are  on  the  subject  of  pro- 
hibitions comes  the  glad  news 
from  Los  Angeles  of  an  organized  move- 
ment to  reform  and  purify  ginger  ale 
advertising  and  to  purge  it  of  dusky 
maidens,  grass  skirts,  moonlit  beaches, 
tropical  palms,  gentlemen  and  ladies  in 
evening  clothes  and  all  other  such  sug- 
gestive devices  of  the  advertising  man's 
art.  It  seems  that  a  group  of  "good" 
ladies  in  that  virtuous  metropolis  are  all 
hot  and  bothered  about  these  current  evil 
styles  in  ginger  ale  advertising,  and  have 
taken  it  upon  themselves  to  organize  a 
commission,  send  a  letter  to  the  mayor 
and  generally  start  a  movement  to  do 
something  about  it. 

In  our  ignorance  or  simplicity,  we 
must  confess  that,  never  have  we  per- 
ceived any  morbid,  hidden  or  obscene 
meanings  or  dangers  in  the  advertising 
in  question.  But  then,  being  mere  San 
Franciscans,  we  are  both  ignorant  and 
simple.  It  is  presumptious  for  us  to 
assume  that  we  could  possess  either 
capacity  or  vision  for  Bigger,  Better  and 
Purer  Ginger  Ale  Advertising.  Such 
gifts  and  talents  can  arise  and  flourish  in 
Los  Angeles,  alone 

T       ▼       ▼ 

As  LONG  as  we  have  lived  in  San 
_l\  Francisco,  as  much  as  we  have 
ridden  up  and  down  her  hills  never  have 
we  lost  a  freshly  naive  delight  in  cable 
cars.  We  were  born  on  a  street  where  a 
cable  line  ran — a  fact  which  early  gave 
us  an  unreasoning  and  absurd  sense  of 
aristocratic  superiority  to  which  we 
cling  to  this  day.  In  other  and  far  away 
cities  it  has  been  a  great  support  to  our 
pride  to  reflect  that,  the  citizens  thereof 
(poor  things)   lived  on  flat  streets  sans 

Continued  on  page  50 


UoiusCai 


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112=114  Geary  Street 


The  San  Francisco  woman  says  "this  is  from 

Gassner's"  just   as   the   Parisienne  says 

"this  is  from  Chanel  or  from  Callot" 

for  the  Gassner  label  is  your  complete 

warranty   oj  aristocratic  Jurs. 

As  a  gift,   Gassner  Jurs  add 

quality  and  prestige  to 

sentiment  and 

regard 


LAAAAAAAA 


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THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


A.  F. 
MARTEN 

♦  CO  ♦ 


IXTEKIOR 
DECORATiOX 

Distinctive 

designs  interpreted  to 

the  individual 

taste. 

♦ 

501     SUTTER     STREET 
SAN    FRANCISCO 


do  you  know 

that  three 

out  of  five  men 

in  our  penitentiaries 

were  put  there 

on  burglary  charges? 

— be  properly  protected 

Robin  J.  P.  Flynn 

INSURANCE  BROKER 

737  Russ  Bldg. 

Sutter  2.134 

ALL     FORMS    OF     INSURANCE 


Concerningr  Brid2;e 

(."t>niimicJ  from  paj-c  Jl 

A-K-Q 2K 

A-K-J 2X 

A-Kor  A-Q-J 2 

A-Q-10  or  K-Q-J  or  A-J-10 i>^ 

A-Qor  K-Q-10 1^ 

X  means  any  small  card. 

Hands  that  contain  suits  o(  more  than 
lu'e  cards  when  making  an  opening  bid 
in  that  suit  may  he  estimated  as  worth 
one  playing  trick  each  tor  each  card  in 
excess  ot  five  cards. 

Another  rough  way  of  estimating  the 
probable  tricks  a  hand  will  take  if  the 
contract  is  secured  is  to  take  each  of  the 
suits  and  from  the  number  of  cards  in 
the  suit  deduct  the  missing  honors,  if 
any,  of  the  top  three,  that  is  the  ace, 
king  and  queen,  and  the  result  will  be 
the  probable  trick  taking  power  of  that 
suit  for  declarer.  Add  the  results  tor  the 
tour  suits  and  you  have  a  rough  estimate 
of  the  tricks  you  can  win  if  you  get  the 
declaration. 

Defensively,  if  you  do  not  get  the 
contract  the  quick  tricks  are  the  only 
ones  on  which  probable  tricks  may  be 
won.  Where  the  ttiur  hands  in  a  deal  are 
balanced  as  to  suit  lengths  aces  and  kings 
are  defense  cards.  When  one  or  more 
hands  are  unbalanced,  that  is  with  miss- 
ing suits  or  singletons,  which  will  prob- 
ably be  the  case  when  both  sides  are 
bidding  high,  defense  values  may  not  be 
so  dependable  for  purposes  of  business 
doubles  due  to  the  danger  of  ruffing. 

To  play  a  good  game  therefore  it  is 
necessary  to  have  a  dependable  bidding 
and  playing  system  seasoned  with  good 
ludgment  and  some  imagination  in  in- 
terpreting the  lay  of  the  cards  from  the 
bidding  and  play. 

T       T       T 

Winter" 

Nighl,  tin-  dark  Uh'er, 
Comes  .fooner  each  ci'c, 
And  holder  each  morninfl, 
Takes  later  his  leav'C. 

B  IF. 


IN  TUNE  with  the  SEASON 


YOUR  individual  taste 
will  find  diftinctive 
expression  in   the  wide 
variety  of  colorful  flow- 
ers and  foliage  we  now 
place  at  your  disposal. 


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THE  AUDITORIUM 

"IN  THE  CENTER  OF 

THINGS" 

Small,  but  not  too  small,  with  a 
delighttully  informal  atmosphere, 
is  now  available  to  individuals 
and  organizations  for  Concerts, 
Recitals,  Lectures,  Receptions. 
Card  Parties,  Dinners,  Dances 
and  other  entertainments. 

This  attrative  auditorium  has 
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has  opened  a  Gallery 
d^  new  Show  Rooms  at 
347  OTarrell  Street 
above  his  Workshop 
which  remains  at 

345  O'Farrell  Street 
San  Francisco 
Franklin   3533 


iiS  1&  ECCICS 


wniiifisiwiiipi 


/h  Bh m  WhNLJLL 

|oHN  Erskine  is  again 

llippaiu  with  cradi- 
cioii,  and  he  playfully 
/lokcs  immortal  figures 
into  our  amused  prox- 
mity.  He  waves  aside 
egendary  hokum  and 
xlls  another  great  hero 
:hat  he's  onto  his  tricks 
The  story  is  of  Odys- 
seus, husband  of  the 
good  house-keeper, 
Penelope.  After  the  siege  of  Troy,  ended 
by  Odysseus'  famous  wooden  horse,  the 
victor  took  ten  years  getting  home. 

Homer  credits  him  with  hazardous 
adventures,  and  remarkable  strength  of 
character,  but  Erskine  waves  all  this 
aside,  and  says  that  Odysseus  was  so 
long  en  route,  because  he  wanted  to  be ! 
He  further  accuses  the  hero  of  actually 
steering  his  vessel  here  and  there,  instead 
of  being  blown  about  by  the  savage 
winds  and  treacherous  tides.  Odysseus 
wanted  a  last  fling,  or  number  of  flings, 
before  returning  to  his  Penelope,  and  he 
deliberately  went  in  search  of  beautiful 
women.  Like  a  great  many  men  who 
have  stayed  away  from  home  too  long, 
he  had  prepared  an  elaborate  series  of 
alibies,  accepted  by  history  until  the  ex- 
posure by  Erskine.  He  discredits  the 
encounters  with  Circe,  Calypso,  the 
Sirens  and  other  wicked  women,  and 
accuses  Odysseus  ot  intentionally  seeking 
their  acquaintance  with  dishonorable  in- 
tentions. 

It  is  a  naughty  book,  written  in  a  dis- 
arming way.  The  story  is  uproariously 
funny,  fast  moving,  combining  clarity 
and  subtlety.  It  is  based  on  profound 
knowledge,  yet  written  with  a  childlike 
simplicity,  more  dangerous  and  devas- 
tating than  a  more  sophisticated  mood 
could  possibly  be. 

The  sub-title  of  the  book  is  The 
Homing  Instinct,  which  Odysseus  ex- 
ercises here,  there  and  everywhere. 

This  great  figure  of  the  Odyssey  is 
reduced  with  delicious  humor  to  a  petty 
liar,  a  braggart,  a  glutton,  and  rather  a 
dull  fellow.  It  is  unkind  of  Erskine,  but 
should  be  a  moral  lesson  to  all  married 
men  who  travel. 

"Penelope's   Man,"    by  John   Erskine. 
Bobs,  Merrill,  Publishers. 


Through 
we  iTiay 
wholesome  is  that 
toward    sex,"     for 


DREISER  Looks  at  Russi.a.? 
his  mind's  eye?  If  so, 
wonder  just  how 
"healthy  attitude 
which  he  praises  the  Soviet  system.  Mr. 
Dreiser  likewise  applauds  the  day  nurs- 
eries and  community  kitchens  which 
give  women  equal  rights  as  soldiers  and 


I 


I  NTv'ouNciN&the  enlargement  of  our  shop! 

.\  new  room  of  ample  proportions  has 

[been  added,  where  rare  books  and  prints 


will  be  on  exhibition.  You  are  cordially  m\ited 
to  inspect  the  new  adiiition, where  we  believe  you 
will  comfortably  enjoy  the  hospitable  atmosphere 
of  books,  and  the  kindly  warmth  of  a  fire. 


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"AMERICA" 


THE  $3000  PRIZE   SYMPHONY 

by  Ernest  Bloch 
This  symphony  in  which  Ernes: 
Bloch  has  tr^cd  to  express  the  spirit 
of  this  country  and  its  people  will 
be  given  its  premiere  pertormancc 
simultaneously  by  eleven  great 
American  orchestras.  The  evening 
ot  December  20th  it  will  be  played 
by  the  San  Francisco,  Philadelphia, 
New  York  Philharmonic,  Boston, 
Chicago,  Los  Angeles  Philhar- 
monic, Rochester  Philharmonic, 
Seattle,  Cleveland,  Omaha  and 
Minneapolis  orchestras,  each  in 
their  respective  cities. 

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Warren  Shannon 


ditch  diggers  This  altered  status  of 
women  educates  them  in  the  throwing 
of  bombs,  the  use  of  machine  guns,  the 
art  ot  x'andalisni  and  other  manners  ot 
communist  technique 

Mr  Dreiser  admits  that  the  soviet  is 
tcx'erish  and  irrational.  He  comments 
upon  peasant  tamilies  living  in  squalor 
within  a  mile  of  government  agricul- 
tural stations,  conducted  in  an  ultra- 
modern and  scientific  manner.  Corre- 
spondingly inconsistent  is  the  prudish 
censoring  ot  the  press  and  stage,  by  a 
nation  waiting  to  tear  the  world  limb 
trom  limb. 

Liberal  Russia's  taboos  are  even  more 
autocratic  than  pre-war  Germany,  It 
fosters  an  even  more  destructive  propa- 
ganda. 

As  the  invited  guest  of  Soviet  Russia, 
Dreiser  was  given  entire  treedom  of 
movement,  and  an  unusual  supply  of  in- 
formation. He  warned  host  Russia,  that 
in  his  bread-and-butter  note,  he  might 
say  unkind  things,  but  Russia  promised 
to  forgive, 

Mr,  Dreiser  rudely  remarked  that  the 
hotels  are  poor  and  the  train  service  un- 
believably bad. 

He  believes  that  Soviet  Russia  is  "too 
much  like  replacing  one  tyrrany  with 
another,"  but  he  also  believes  that  the 
soviet  form  ot  government  will  prob- 
ably survive,  in  fact  thrive,  and  perhaps 
embrace  other  countries.  He  likens  the 
system  to  our  chain  stores,  chain  indus- 
tries and  combined  interests.  This,  un- 
fortunately, is  only  Dreiser's  opinion. 
"Dreiser  Looks  at  Russia,"  by  Theo- 
dore Dreiser.  Horace  Liveright,  Pub- 
lisher. 

T       ▼       T 

Anew  edition  of  Sara  Teasdale's 
love  lyrics  by  women  has  recently 
been  published.  The  Ansivering  Voice 
appeared  twelve  years  ago,  and  to  the 


AS  many  mince  pies  as 
1.  you  taste  at  Christ- 
mas,  so  many  happy 
months  will  you  have. 

//n   Old  English  Proverb 


Mince  pies — hot,  juicy,  aromatic 
— are  but  one  of  the  Christmas 
treats  offered  during  December 
at  the  Post  Street  Cafeteria. 
Here,  each  noon,  surrounded 
with  berries,  HoUday  garlands 
and  Delia  Robbia  wreaths,  you 
may  choose  for  your  luncheon, 
plum  padding ,  pumpkin,  mince 
and  cranberry  pies  and  other 
tempting  Yuletide  dishes  as 
well  as  our  all-year-'round 
specialties.  -  - 

-  -  and  on  December  24th  a  spe- 
cial Christmas  Dinner  will  be 
served  at  noon. 


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41 


poems  written  beiorc  that  date,  have 
now  been  added  a  discriminating  selec- 
tion from  the  abundant  offerings  of  the 
past  decade. 

Since  the  war,  more  poetry  has  been 
written  by  women  than  during  any 
period  recorded.  Its  lasting  value  is  yet 
to  be  determined,  but  its  psychological 
interest  is  great. 

The  actual  emotion  of  love  remains 
unchanged,  but  the  modern  expression 
and  reaction  have  entered  poetry.  Women 
wear  fewer  clothes  and  are  less  reticent. 
They  have  acquired  independence  and 
seek  to  be  satisfactory  to  themselves, 
rather  than  ingratiating  to  their  beloved. 
Women  have  become  analytical  and 
their  emotions  are  consequently  rational- 
ized. Vows  of  eternal  love  are  seldom 
heard  today,  for  devoiion  seems  to  have 
lost  its  feeling  of  permanence.  This  in- 
dependence is  yet  so  new,  and  the  fear- 
lessness still  so  transitory,  that  much  of 
the  modern  verse  is  self-conscious.  The 
fact,  however,  that  such  large  numbers 
of  women  are  writing  poetry,  must  mean 
that  they  are  still  searching  beauty.  This 


beauty  has  been  found  by  some,  particu- 
larly by  Sara  Teasdale  who  unkindly  did 
not  include  her  own  delightful  poetry  in 

The    '\ns^vcring  Uuicc. 


Spotlight 


Edna  St.  Vincent  Millay,  Elinor 
Wylie,  Aline  Kilmer,  Amy  Lowell, 
H.  D.  and  many  others  of  note  are  to  be 
found  in  the  new  section  of  the  anthol- 
ogy. 

Among  the  earlier  works  are  included 
some  of  Elizabeth  Barret  Browning's 
most  exquisite  sonnets,  and  several  of 
Christina  Rossetti's.  The  Answering 
Voice  will  delight  lovers  of  love  and  of 
poetry.  It  is  not  a  maudlin  book. 
"The  Answering  Voice,"  Love  Lyrics 
by  Women,  Selected  by  Sara  Teasdale. 
The  Macmillan  Co.,  Publishers. 


Continued  from  page  16 

they  drink  long  enough,  they  get  nasty. 
As  the  two  ladies  in  Noel  Coward's  play 
did.  One  can  no  more  imagine  two 
females  staggering  along  a  street  seeking 
to  support  each  other  than  nothing  at  all 
They  would  probably  be  kicking  each 
other  in  the  shins  long  before  the  stag- 
gering stage.  And  one  certainly  cannot 
imagine  a  group  of  convivial  females 
becoming  sadly  genial  to  the  point  of 
"Sweet  Adeline."  Be  that  as  it  may,  the 
ladies  in  "Fallen  Angels"  were  pleas- 
antly lit  until  Miss  Walker  began  to 
demand  the  return  of  her  slippers.  After 
that  the  tempo  grew  increasingly  nasty. 
We  found  ourselves  out  on  the  cold 
street  before  ten-thirty  declaring  the 
Guild  had  a  good  box  office  attraction. 
At  the  same  time  puzzling  over  the  hyp- 
notic Mr.  Coward  who  can  give  an  au- 
dience a  one-act  play  and  make  them 
think  that  they  have  received  their 
money's  worth.  Being  half  Scotch,  our- 
selves,   we    are    always    interested    in 


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Gordon  Hcndcrion 

V  Lt:ader  ami  lr;ip^) 

Gordon  Henderson,  impresario  ot 
the  Palm  Court  Orchestra,  was  born 
in  the  West  .  .  .  where  men  are 
men  and  peaches  arc  sun  kissed. 
At  the  age  of  2  he  was  taken  to 
a  music  shop,  A  trombone  leaped 
from  its  plush  case,  hit  little  Gor- 
don and  marked  him  tor  music 
forever.  Now  he  drums  and  booms 
and  conducts  .  .  .  and  how ! 


With  GorJon  Henderson  and  his  Pahn 
Court  Orchestra  playing  the  hcst  dance 
music  .  .  .  with  the  new  HuhtinR,  deco- 
rations and  dance  floor  .  .  .  the  Palm 
Court  is  decidedly  San  Francisco's  Dance 

Without  Convert:  Tahlc  d'hote  dinners 
($i.oo  and  $2.50)  and  a  la  carte  dinners. 
Supper  9  o'clock,  (evenings  except  Sun- 
day) $1.50;  after  theatre  supper  i  i  p.  m. 
to  1  a.  m.  $1 . 

Coui'crt:  For  non-diners,  $i  on  Satur- 
day evenings;  50  cents  other  evenings 
after  9  p.  m.  Dancing  8  p.  m.  to  1  a.  m. 


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PALACE 

HOTEL 


SAN  FRANCISCO 


Management,  Halsev  E.  Manwaring 


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economy.  But  Mr.  Coward's  is  too  baf- 
fling to  analyze.  We  respectfully  give  it 
up.  Even  Harry  Lauder  w^irks  harder 
than  that. 

T       ▼       T 

At  Tin;  President,  May  Robson 
/J^is  romping  to  first  base  with  a 
JL  jL  play  designed  especially  for  the 
"common  peepulc."  If  there  is  one  thing 
that  the  rank-and-file  citizen  likes  it  is  an 
inxcterate  grouch  with  a  soft  heart  beat- 
ing under  the  hard  shell  of  his  tyrannies. 
In  this  case  the  Grumpy  in  question  is  a 
woman.  Supposedly,  Hetty  Green.  Why 
she  is  so  grouchy,  or  grumpy,  or  what 
you  will,  was  never  satisfactorily  ex- 
plained to  us  during  the  three  hilarious 
acts  of  "Mother's  Millions,"  But  it  is 
scarcely  necessary.  Nor  do  we  know  why 
that  pistol  went  off  in  the  last  act,  nor 
who  shot  it.  The  trouble  with  us  is  that 
we  suffer  from  emotionalism.  We  are  so 
carried  away  by  drama  that  we  lose  our 
bearing  completely  whene\'cr  anything 
startling  happens. 

We  feel  that  there  was  an  excessive 
amount  ot  listening  at  keyholes  and 
from  the  shelter  of  high  backed  sofas. 
We  liked  Harriet  Breen  and  we  didn't 
think  it  quite  nice  of  her  to  push  her  way 
past  the  information  desk  in  her  business 
rival's  home  and  then  listen  at  the  door 
of  the  library.  .  .  .  We  were  always 
taught  to  enter  a  house  with  a  song  on 
our  lips  if  the  door  was  open  and  the 
push-button  out  of  order.  But,  then, 
maybe  our  parents  knew  all  the  dirty 
things  that  were  likely  to  be  said  about 
us  and  so  warned  us  for  our  own  content 
and  happiness.  .  .  .  Nor  did  we  cotton 
to  the  spectacle  ot  a  mother  being  a 
party  to  the  trapping  of  her  own  son 
into  an  ungallant  it  not  damaging  admis- 
sion. At  this  stage  of  the  game  we  began 
to  rather  wish  that  the  young  man  would 
express  what  we  were  sure  must  have 
been  in  his  mind  concerning  mother.  As 
it  was,  we  suspect  that  he  caught  sight 
of  her  scolding  locks  as  she  indiscreetly 
peered  around  the  corner  of  the  sofa  at 
his  entrance.  His  rebound  to  the  villain's 
dirty  work  was  almost  too  swift  to  be 
convincing.  However,  everything  ended 
with  such  complete  satisfaction  to  the 
audience  that  one  must  be  a  very  cap- 
tious critic,  indeed,  to  find  fault  with  the 
ethics  which  produced  so  much  happi- 
ness and  accord.  We  learned  among 
other  things,  that  to  he  a  successful  play- 
wright one  should  never  feel  called  upon 
to  hazard  a  new  joke.  The  line  that  drew 
the  greatest  laughter  was  the  old  tried 
and  true  declaration  that  "it  was  all  a 
matter  of  taste,  as  the  man  said  as  he 
kissed  the  cow."  Outside  of  May  Rob- 
son,  herself,  this  observation  was  the 
most  colossal  hit  of  the  evening. 


May  I  have 
the  pleasure . .  .1 

When  you  are 
introduced  to 

J '7  Imported 

DRY 
GINGERALE 

accept  at  once. 

•:•  •:•  ♦ 

Those  who  have  once 
tasted  its  exquisite  flavor 
of  spicy  fresh  ginger  and 
tangy /res/i  linies  need  no 
second  invitation.  It  is  so 
different,  so  distinctive, 
so  deUcious. 

♦  ♦  •:• 

That  is  why  those  who 
desire  the  finer  things 
have  insisted  that  it  be 
brought  to  them  from 
thousands  of  miles  over 
the  sea. 

♦  •:•  •:• 

ISUAN THE  SPIRIT  OF  JOY 


IMPORTED 


Isuan  Dry  Ginger  Ale 

In  Manila  they  say 
"E-SWAN" 


DECEMBER,  1928 


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T    T    ▼ 

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to  Norway,  to  the  Mediterranean,  and  to  various 
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THE  ALDEANE 

275     Post     Street 

^/ 

GEARY  ™™ 

ULinUl   FRANCISCO 

2!!,;^;'  Mon.  Dec.  3 

Luncheon    •    Tea    •    Dinner 
....served    overlooking 

V 

Winthrop  Ames 
presi-nts  GEORGE 

San  Francisco's  beautiful 

A  K  1  ^  1  wNN 

Union  Square 

1 

▼ 

in  SHAKESPEARE'S 

Sunday  Dinner  4  to  8  p.  m. 

MERCHANT 

Phone    Sutter    7573 

OF  VENICE 

NIGHTS:  50c  to  $5; 
Wed.   Mat.   50c   to  $  2; 
Sat.  Mat.  SOc  to  $2.50 

Anna  Allan                        Deane  Dickey 

Your  Christmas  Cards 
will  carry  a  personal 
message  if  they  bear 
a  photograph  of  your 
home,  your  fireside, 
or  yourself. 

Gabriel  JIoulitL' 

Pholo,raplur 
i  153  Kearny  street  i 

ii  Telephone  Kearny  4366         Ji  _ 


^distinctive  Schools 


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Fashion  Art  School 

^.         Scottish  Rite  Temple 
Sutter  &  Van  Ness 


Courses  in 

Fashion  Illustration 
Commercial  Art 
Costume  Designing 
Millinery  Designing 


Day  and  Eveyiing 

Classes 

Prospect  6723 


To  PARENTS  Of 

PUPILS  RKQUIRINC  SPECHI,  HELP; 

MR.  A.  J.  DOVE,  M.  A. 

recently 

head  of  the  grammar  school 

Menlo  School  and  Belmont  School 

will  receive  a  few  pupils 

who  need  special  help  in  upper 

grammar  or  junior  hkih  school  '.york 

or  who  fi.nd  their 

high  .school  preparation  defectivp; 

at  his  study  : 

No.  12  Stanford  Apartments 
2401  Sacramento  Street 

Appointments  may  be  arranged  by 

telephoning  Walnut  3255 

between  HOURS  of  1():.30  and  12  .noon 


SAN  FRANCISCO  is  well 
known  for  her  excellent 
schools,  including  over  fifty 
private  academies.  .  .  Your 
selection  of  one  that  meets 
your  particular  needs  pre- 
sents a  problem  that  we  are 
eager  to  help  you  solve.  .  . 

Miss  Betty  Scoble,  a  young 
woman  of  insight  and  back- 
ground, is  investigating  the 
schools  of  this  region  for  the 
benefit  of  SAN  FRANCISCAN 
readers.  .  .  She  will  be  in  a 
position  to  give  you  informa- 
tion and  advice  without  plac- 
ing you  under  any  obligation. 

T    T     T 
This  month  we  recommend — 

Anita  Peters  Wright 
School  of  Dancing 

The  Fashion  Art  School 

Lucien  Labaudt 
School  of  Modern  Art 

A.  J.  Dove 
Private  Coaching 

T     ▼     T 

For     further     information     about 
these  or  other  schools  write 

MISS  BETTY  SCOBLE 
THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 

221  Sharon  Bldg. 
San  Francisco 


MODERN  t\W)m 

DECCRATICNS 
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TO  FIFTEEN 

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The  art  oj  rhythmic   moi'e- 
ment   leads   to  grace    in    all 
expression   and  to   the   har- 
monious dei'elopment 
oj  the  body 

Anita  Peters  Wright 
School  oJ  Dancing 

Pri^'ate  or  class  instruction 
in  alt  types 

Studio -2695  Sacramento 
Telephone:  Walnut  1665 


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45 


You  who  know  the  Chocolates  Kratz 
will  be  delighted  to  learn  of 
a  two  pound  assortment  of 
these  rare  chocolates 
that  may  now  be  had 
at  the  Special 
pricing  of 
$5.00 


San  Francisco 


1  his  Gift  Box.  formerly  Itnown  as  the  Red  Seal 
assortment,  is  the  one  that  first  made  the  name  of 
Kratz  famous.   Write  or  telephone  your  orders  to... 

KRATZ  CHOCOLATE  SHOP 
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17  CA6T   CARRILLO  iT. 


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SCVrNTH  *T. 


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t.nn    r.  COLORADO  6T. 


^)]ecial   f)rice.s  for  tke  Koliijay.^   oh   tke 
tWo  moat  (jopular  ito(\c4  of  tke  year— 

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it>ccially  fil-icccl 

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Same  Management  as  The  Plaza 


The 
SaVOV'  Pl  axa 

Fifth  Avenue,  New  York,  5Sth  to  59th  Streets 

at  Central  Park 

Henry  A.  Rost,  President 

Large  and  Small  Suites  Tsjoiv  Leasing 
for  Immediate  Occupancy 

THE  ADDITION 

offers 

2  to  ^  Bpom  Suites 
Furnished  or  Unfurnished  at  Attracti\e  Rentals 

All  of  the  emphatic  advantages  of  the  Savoy-Plaza 
available  in  the  Addition  in  identical  interpretation. 


46 


THE  SAN  FRANCISCAN 


THE 

^Ceur|yard 


HENRY  HEINZ 


ARTHUR   HEINZ 


HEINZ  BROS. 

Manufacturing  Jewelers 

DIAMONDS,  WATCHES 

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High  Grade  Watch  Repairing 
Our  Specialty 

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Playboy  of  Western 
World 

ContinucJ  from  page  14 

night  their  house  is  fired.  They  escape  to 
the  grove  only  to  meet  a  fusillade  of 
arrows.  Alcibiades  is  mortally  wounded— 
murdered  unromantically,  sordidly  .  .  Tiy 
takes  his  limp  form  across  her  arms  and 
holds  its  aloft.  It  is  her  offering  to  the 
Sun  God  -.  a  baptism  of  fire  and  a  touch 
of  earth  .  .  . 

It  is  most  difficult  to  tell  an  old,  old 
story  in  a  new  way.  Gertrude  Athcrton 
has  succeeded  admirably.  Not  only  has 
she  inspired  a  new  interest  in  Greek 
thought;  but  she  has  revealed  several 
new  viewpoints  of  the  glory  that  was 
Greece. 


Gesturej) 

By  B.  jr. 

All  tilings,  this  life  has  given  mej> 

To  keep  until  I  die, 
The  motors  that  have  driven  me. 

The  pretty  things  I  buy 
Are  meant  but  for  the  living, 

And  earthly  must  remain , 

So  I  shall  be  Jorgiving 

IJ  you  marry  once  agaiixj. 


With  the  hall  day 
season  s  approach 

.  .CANDY  offers  the 
means  of  an  ideal  gift 
.  .  .  confections  as 
offered  by  F.  &  O. 
truly  represent  food 
of  the  highest 
refinement. 

FOSTER  e^OREAR 

City  oj  Paris  •  I j7  Grant  Avenue 

B.F.Schlesinger  •   Oakland 

Arcade  of  Russ  Building 

Ferry  Building 


Wafted  fumes  of  burning  incense 
— colorful  decorations  and  fortune 
telling  all  combine  to  form  that 
distinctive  atmosphere  of 

Walter's  Oriental  Caje 

where  you  may  lunch,  tea  or  dine. 
Delectable  American  or  European 
dishes  served — opposite  Magnin's 


at 


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DECEMBER,  1928 

Those  Were  the  Days 

Continued  Inini  page  20 

in  July,  1888,  which  grew  out  of  a  feud 
between  the  Jews  and  Irish  ot  Hayes 
Valley.  The  fight  began  in  a  barn  in  San 
Anselnio,  but  after  five  or  six  rounds  an 
hostile  sheritl  stepped  in,  pulled  the  prin- 
cipals apart  and  scattered  the  spectators. 
Nothing  daunted  they  commandeered  a 
grain  barge,  anchored  it  in  Carquinez 
Straits  and  on  its  deck  resumed  the  battle . 

For  gloves  both  men  had  only  a  pair 
of  ordinary  riding  gloves,  the  usual 
equipment  of  the  time.  Choynski's 
gloves  were  loaned  to  him  by  a  ringside 
spectator.  At  the  end  of  twenty-seven 
rounds  both  men  were  battered  beyond 
recognition.  Corbctt  was  the  winner  and 
had  fought  the  last  five  rounds  half 
blinded.  His  purse  was  $2000;  the  loser 
received  nothing.  Two  hundred  specta- 
tors witnessed  the  battle.  The  twenty- 
seven  rounds  were  a  mere  trifle.  Bouts  of 
thirty  and  forty  rounds  were  common 
and  sixty  round  battles  were  not  un- 
known. The  old  time  fighters  were 
mighty  fellows  whose  strenuous  training 
built  bodies  and  nerves  of  steel.  They 
tought  to  a  bloody  and  pulpy  finish. 

Very  plainly  the  sport  and  its  person- 
nel are  not  what  they  used  to  be.  The 
game  is  hedged  about  with  official  rules, 
regulations,  padded  rings  and  pillow 
size  gloves.  Prize  fights  have  become 
boxing  matches.  In  California  a  certain 
percentage  of  every  gate  goes  to  charity. 
The  cohorts  of  reform  have  gained  a 
high  and  fast  upper  hand  and  set  down 
laws  against  all  bare  knuckle  tactics.  On 
the  other  hand  the  thing  has  achieved 
the  status  and  respectability  of  an  in- 
dustry. It  has  been  rendered  exciting  and 
socially  desirable.  The  Dempsey-Tunney 
match  in  Chicago  was  attended  by  hun- 
dreds of  thousands  of  spectators,  who 
paid  huge  admission  fees  to  see  two 
battlers  divide  a  million  dollars.  In  the 
audience  were  Congressmen,  bankers, 
legislators,  judges,  famous  writers,  ac- 
tors, actresses  and  millionaires  by  the 
score.  Mr.  Hearst  wails  for  "reform"  in 
his  news  columns  and  in  his  sports 
columns  presents  the  exclusive  features 
of  highly  paid  authorities. 

▼    T    T 

UNDER  the  pressure  of  profits  and 
publicity  promising  men  go 
straight  to  pot.  Champions  and  near 
champions  visit  face  specialists  to  have 
deformed  ears  and  noses  rebuilt,  storm 
Hollywood  and  prance  before  movie 
cameras.  The  latest  and  most  recent 
champion  mouths  convincing  sounding 
generalities  on  Shakespeare,  hikes  through 
Europe  with  the  champion  novelist  of 
the  year,  marries  an  heiress,  lands  in  the 
social  registry  and  generally  seeks  to 
impress  us  as  an  embryo  aristocrat  and 
intellectual  of  unappreciated  depths  and 
capacities.  The  decline  of  a  once  virile 
and  manly  sport  has,  indeed,  set  in. 


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Yankee  spirit  we  have  given  birth  to  a 
new  profession,  that  of  Investment 
Counsel.  This  profession  has  selected  the 
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can systems  and  it  seems,  so  far,  to  have 
none  of  the  unsatisfactory  ones.  They 
act  entirely  in  a  professional  manner, 
after  the  fashion  of  the  English  solici- 
tors, handling  large  estates.  Investment 
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inal fee  from  the  estates.  In  return  for 
this  fee  they  apply  all  of  the  judgment, 
experience  and  scientific  knowledge  of 
their  research  staff  to  determine  by  com- 
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those  industries  have  the  greatest  possi- 
bilities and  to  continuously  supervise  the 
investments  so  selected.  This  profession 
requires,  perhaps,  the  most  extensive  and 
far  reaching  specialized  knowledge  of 
any  profession  or  business. 

So  far,  there  has  been  too  much  reluc- 
tance on  the  part  of  the  investing  public 
to  the  idea  of  paying  a  fee  for  such  a 
service.  It  has  been  accustomed  to  receiv- 
ing such  advice  tree.  But  once  the  princi- 
pal has  taken  root  and  the  investment 
bankers  and  the  public  realize  the  neces- 
sity for  disinterested  advice,  the  invest- 
ment bankers  will  adopt  the  idea  quickly 
and  the  results  will  surely  become  appar- 
ent in  our  financing  system. 


Heller  Bruce 

&Co. 

Municipal  and  Public  Utility 

BONDS 

Mills  Building     -    -    San  Francisco 

Phone  Douglas  2244 


Ryone 

and  Co. 


Alemhers 
San  Francisco  Stock  Exchange 
San  Francisco  Curb  Exchange 


Davenport  8240 
315  Montgomery   Street 
SAN    FRANCISCO 


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STOCK    EXCHANGE 

SAN   FRANCISCO 
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SPECIAL 
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LETTERS 

ON     RE  Q_U  EST 

Direct  pr'ii>ate  u>lres  to  Chica()0 
and  Xe^v  York 

San  Francisco:  633  Market  Street 

Phone  Sutter  7676 
Branch:  Financial  Center  Building 

Oakland:  436  17th  Street 

Phone  Glencort  8161 

New  York  Office:   120  Broadway 


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Christmas  Gifts 

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lisemcnts    indexed    here   for    your  con- 
venience. 

Automobiles 

Cadillac  and  La  Salic        ....  47 

Studcbaker \,\ 

Confections  umi  Flotvers 

Foster  &■  Orcar 46 

Kratz 45 

Podcsta  &  Baldocchi jS 

Book,s 

Paul  Elder 40 

Ciclbcr,  Lilicnchal J9 

Furs 

Gassncr         37 

jKhneidcr  Bros ^g 

Jewelry 

Shrcvc  lv:  Company 5 

Ahlcrs  Company 40 

Shreve,  Treat  &  Eacret    ....  36 
.AfiY/incry 

La  DuBarry 39 

Oriental  Art 

Miss  Clayes 45 

Henry  H.  Hart 39 

.Meri'5  Furnisliings 

D.  C.  Hcgcr 41 

Williams  &  Berg 38 

Heady  to  Wear 

City  of  Paris 33 

The  White  House 32 

Photography 

Gabriel  Moulin 44 

Picture  Frames 

Valdespino        39 

Theatre  and  Concerts 

George  Arliss 44 

S.  F.  Symphony 40 

Peter  Conley 47 

Bridge  Lessons 

Paul  W.  Black 47 

Mrs.  Fitzhugh 38 

Qinger  Ale 
Isuan 42 


Now  It  Can  Be  Told 

CliMiliiiucJ  frum  page  37 

cable  cars,  while  we  had  been  born  iin  a 
hill  where  a  cable  line  ran. 

Our  first  curiosity  in  things  mechani- 
cal was  aroused  in  wondering  what 
makes  the  cars  run,  and  what  happens 
when  the  gripman  throws  in  one  lever 
and  pulls  on  the  other.  We  never  had 
found  adequate  explanation  to  this 
purzle,  nor  tired  of  trying  to  solve  it. 
Yet  strange  to  say,  we  would  refuse  to 
have  thoroughly  explained  to  us  the 
mysteries  of  the  car  barns,  or  an  offer  to 
be  taught  how  to  pilot  a  cable  car.  It  is 
the  part  of  wisdom  som.etimes  to  leave 
one's  illusions  strictly  and  severely  alone. 


Jladonna^ 

By  JIary  Avis  Blayker 

Antiquity  s  pure  form  survives 
No  doubt,  because  it's  slonej. 
But  for  the  Renaissance  I  Jeai^ 
It' s  Just  plain  flesh  and  bone! 

Oh  all  the  lovely  ladies 

Each  one  with  a  single  child! 

I  have  heard  of  ROMAN  LAW  but^  — 

Fathers  must  have  just  run  wild! 

and  APPLES 
Cezanne  who  painted  apples 
Probably  dreamed  of  lovely  cheeks 
But  the  Virgins  prayed  Jor  hours 
Apples  can  sit  still  Jor  weeks! 

Since  when  an  apple's  thrilling 
Can  one  realize  //;  painL^ — 
//  a/1  apple  can  t  be  humane 
Why  neither  could  a  saint! 


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We  refer  you  to  the  futtoiving  adver- 
tisements indexed  for  your  convenience. 

Financial  Service 

Bacon  &  Brayton 49 

William  Cavalier 46 

Heller  Bruce  &  Co 49 

Hellman  Wade  &  Co 48 

Hendrickson  f>:  Shuman         ...  48 

McNear  &  Co 48 

Ryone  &!  Co 49 

McDonnell  &  Co 49 

San  Francisco  Bank 48 

Frederick  Vincent  6;  Co.       ...  49 

Walsh,  O'Connor 48 

Marchetti  Motors 47 

Furnishings  and  Decoration 

A.  F.  Marten 38 

John  Quinn  Lectures        .      .      .  51 

W.  &  J.  Sloane 3 

D.  Zelinsky  &  Sons,  Inc.      ...  50 

Hotels 

Biltmore  Hotels 41 

Palace  Hotel 42 

St.  Francis 4 

Mark  Hopkins z 

Savoy-Plaza 43 

Luncheon,  Tea  and  Dinner 

The  Aldeane 44 

The  Courtyard 46 

Post  Street  Cafeteria 40 

Walter's  Oriental 46 

Travel 

Cunard  and  Anchor  Lines    ...  47 

Los  Angeles  S.  S.  Co 47 

Matson  Navigation  Co.        ...  34 

Panama  Mail  S.  S.  Co 30 

Panama  Pacific 35 

Southern  Pacific 35 

Schools 

A.  J.  Dove        44 

Fashion  Art  School 44 

Lucien  Labaudt 44 

Anita  Peters  Wright 44 

Insurance 

Robin  J.  P.  Flynn 38 

Oil  and  Qasoline 

Union  Oil  Company        ....  52 


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